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    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a grand library filled with towering shelves of ancient, leather-bound books, a scholar with glowing blue eyes and softly crackling skin pores over a tome, his hands carefully turning the delicate pages. The other scholars in the room, with their parchment and quills, move in silence, their robes rustling softly as they go about their work, but they give the glowing figure a wide berth. His skin, faintly illuminated by an inner light, is too bright for the dim, candlelit room, and the gentle crackling sound of his energy disrupts the otherwise peaceful atmosphere. The knowledge in the room is vast, ancient, but the scholar knows he will never truly belong among these humans, who look at him with a mixture of awe and fear. He understands the languages of the books better than anyone else here, but his very presence is a reminder that he is something other, something unnatural. The scholars around him, with their quiet whispers and hushed movements, are a world away, even though they are in the same room.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    A towering wall of blazing, magical fire stretches across a battlefield, its molten embers licking the air like living serpents. On one side, an army of shadowy figures halts just before the inferno, their weapons reflecting the crimson glow. A lone mage stands before the flames, their cloak billowing, hands raised as glowing runes spiral around them, feeding the barrier with raw energy. Behind them, the last remnants of a city’s defenders take a breath of relief, knowing that, for now, the fire will hold. The sky above is darkened with storm clouds, the red glow of the firewall casting eerie, flickering silhouettes on the stone walls behind.<lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of On the outskirts of a remote desert planet, a space cowboy stands beneath the towering skeleton of a crashed starship, his silhouette framed against the glowing pink horizon of a setting sun. His hat is tilted back, revealing a tangle of dark, windblown hair and eyes that gleam like molten gold. The ship’s twisted metal hull rises up behind him like the bones of a forgotten giant, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked earth. His long coat, tattered from years of wear, flutters gently in the hot wind that sweeps across the desert, carrying with it the scent of distant fires and the sound of alien creatures howling in the night. In his hand, he holds a blaster that hums with faint, residual energy, while a bandolier of glowing power cells is slung across his chest. The sky above is a riot of colors—purple, orange, and deep indigo—streaked with distant meteors and the faint glow of nearby moons. His gaze is locked on a distant settlement, its lights flickering like candles on the horizon, where trouble undoubtedly awaits. The scene is one of eerie solitude, where the vastness of the universe feels both beautiful and unforgiving. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A TV show poster for a parody series titled "Breaking Bread," playing on the name of the famous show Breaking Bad. The poster features a stern-looking baker in a flour-dusted apron, with a rolling pin slung over his shoulder like a weapon. He stands in the middle of a rustic bakery, surrounded by stacks of bread loaves, pastries, and bags of flour, all arranged to mimic the iconic desert backdrop from the original show.

Behind him, the bakery's chalkboard menu lists items like "Cinnamon Swirl Cartel" and "Blueberry Muffin Meth," hinting at the culinary chaos that’s about to unfold. The baker’s expression is intense, yet comically serious, as if he's about to take on the world with nothing but his dough and determination.

The title "Breaking Bread" is displayed in bold, stylized text at the top, with the "Breaking" in a gritty, cracked font, while "Bread" is written in warm, golden letters resembling freshly baked loaves. The tagline beneath reads, "Baking is a Dangerous Game," adding to the pun-filled humor.

The overall color scheme of the poster is a mix of warm, bakery hues with the gritty, dark tones reminiscent of the original show, blending the intense drama of Breaking Bad with the lighthearted, culinary twist of "Breaking Bread."
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image oA hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Within the decaying remains of an old, abandoned mansion, a ghostly figure with hollow, glowing green eyes floats silently above a broken grand piano, its keys worn and covered in dust. The figure is dressed in an elegant, old-fashioned suit, his translucent form flickering as he slowly drifts through the dark, cobweb-strewn room. The faded wallpaper peels from the walls, and the once-opulent chandelier above sways gently, its glass crystals clinking faintly in the stillness. Moonlight streams in through the cracked, dirt-streaked windows, casting faint shadows across the tattered rugs and broken furniture scattered throughout the room. The air is thick with the musty scent of decay and the faint echoes of forgotten music, as though the ghost is trapped in a moment of the past, forever repeating his final performance. His fingers hover just above the piano keys, as if poised to play, but no sound emerges from the long-silent instrument. The mansion creaks and groans with age, its forgotten grandeur crumbling around the lone, spectral musician. The atmosphere is heavy with the weight of lost memories and unfinished melodies, as the ghost lingers, bound to his eternal concert. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    In a shadowy, cobweb-filled attic, a tall, elegant witch with deep ebony skin and silver tattoos lounges on an antique velvet chaise, sipping from a teacup made of bone. Her long, flowing black dress is adorned with glittering stars and crescent moons, and her pointed hat is tilted stylishly to one side. Surrounding her, shelves are filled with dusty spellbooks, strange trinkets, and jars of preserved creatures, all casting eerie shadows in the dim candlelight. A large, ornate mirror behind her reflects a ghostly image, as if something unseen is watching from another world. Perched on her lap, a sleek raven with intelligent, glowing blue eyes preens its feathers while keeping a watchful eye on the room. The window behind her shows a view of the full moon, its light casting soft beams through the dusty glass. The scene is a blend of gothic elegance and dark magic, with a sense of timeless mystery surrounding the witch’s secretive world.<lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Witchcore>
    A bustling port city teems with life as a wave of newcomers disembarks from towering wooden ships. Families clutch their few belongings as they step onto the cobbled docks, their faces filled with a mix of exhaustion and hope. A weary mother holds her child’s hand tightly, while merchants and city officials oversee the influx with ledgers in hand. In the background, grand buildings rise, promising a new life, while street vendors offer food to the hungry travelers. <lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image ofAn elderly Thaylen man with dark, leathery skin and short, silver hair is captured in a close-up portrait, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he examines an ancient, glowing gemstone. The scene is set deep within the bowels of Urithiru, where the walls are lined with strange, luminescent glyphs that cast a dim, multicolored light. His clothing is a patchwork of old, worn fabrics, each piece embroidered with symbols of forgotten Thaylen gods, and he wears a peculiar, wide-brimmed hat made of cremling shells. The gemstone in his hands pulsates with a soft, internal light, casting eerie shadows across his deeply lined face. His blue eyes, sharp and calculating, reflect the glow of the gemstone as if searching for a secret hidden within its depths. The surrounding chamber hums with an ancient energy, and the walls seem to shift and breathe with a life of their own. This portrait conveys a moment of discovery and intrigue, where the strange and the ancient collide in a setting steeped in mystery and forgotten lore. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    ne0nfant4sy, A space-faring knight, clad in sleek, silver armor etched with glowing runes, grips an energy blade with one hand and a mystic shield with the other. His dark skin shimmers with sweat under the harsh glare of twin suns, and his sharp, piercing blue eyes reflect both the cosmos and the magic he wields. His braided, jet-black hair is pulled back tight beneath his helm, which glows faintly with embedded circuitry. The blade in his hand hums with both futuristic plasma energy and ancient enchantment, casting an eerie green light on the barren, alien landscape around him. Strange, luminescent flora sprouts from the cracked ground, while a distant, colossal spaceship floats on the horizon, silhouetted against a nebula-filled sky. The runes on his armor pulse with each breath, synchronizing with his heartbeat, as tiny holographic glyphs swirl around his feet. His expression is resolute, ready for battle, as the line between magic and technology blurs in the air around him. Above him, metallic dragons, part machine, part myth, soar through the alien sky, their roars echoing like thunder.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A chaotic cityscape bathed in the neon glow of streetlights is torn apart by a wild street race, cars launching off ramps and skidding through intersections at breakneck speed. In the foreground, a tricked-out muscle car with oversized rear tires and flaming exhaust burns rubber, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks. The city skyline behind is shattered, as if the force of the speed has cracked reality itself. A metal skull with a checkered bandana grins wickedly from the hood of the lead car, its empty sockets reflecting the chaos. <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    ne0nfant4sy, As the sun sets over the horizon, casting a blood-red glow across the sky, the female pirate captain sits atop a vast pile of gold and jewels, her dark maroon coat blending with the fiery sunset. The coat is richly embroidered with gold thread, the designs forming swirling waves and mythical sea creatures along the hem. Her belt, fastened with a large, ruby-encrusted buckle shaped like a skull, gleams in the fading light. At her side rests a cutlass with a hilt shaped like a serpent, the blade still gleaming from recent use. Around her neck, a thick gold chain supports a medallion shaped like a kraken’s tentacle, the gold catching the last rays of sunlight. Her fingers, adorned with rings featuring tiny ships, sea monsters, and intricate filigree, sift lazily through the coins and gems beneath her. A red sash is tied loosely at her waist, its fabric rippling in the evening breeze as the ocean waves crash softly against the shore in the distance, blending with the clinking sound of gold beneath her.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A young female berserker with fiery red hair, dark freckled skin, and a scar running down her left cheek rides a skeletal wyvern, its empty eye sockets glowing with an eerie blue light. She’s dressed in torn, crimson furs and wields a massive, spiked club in one hand, her other hand gripping the reins made of braided leather. The wyvern’s wings are tattered but strong, and it soars over a bubbling lake of molten lava, the heat casting an orange glow on their skeletal forms. The berserker’s eyes burn with fury as the wyvern’s bony claws stretch out, preparing to land on a narrow outcrop of rock. The lava bubbles and spits below them, reflecting the intensity of the scene. Her helmet, adorned with the antlers of a stag, frames her wild, determined face. The lava’s bright glow contrasts sharply with the dark, stormy sky above, creating a chaotic, otherworldly scene. The side view shows the pair mid-flight, caught between life and death.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A richly embroidered tablecloth, covered in celestial patterns, cradles a crisp edition of The Arcane Gazette, its front-page headline flashing with urgent enchantment: ‘ROYAL NECROMANCER FOUND GUILTY OF SOUL FORGERY – UNDEAD PROTESTS SPREAD!’ Beneath the text, a moving ink sketch shows a crowd of skeletal and ghostly citizens marching through the capital, holding banners that read ‘RIGHTS FOR THE RISEN.’ A silver goblet, half-filled with shimmering blue elven wine, rests dangerously close to the edge of the paper, reflecting the dancing words in its surface. Scattered across the table, golden tarot cards lie overturned, their symbols eerily aligning with the chaotic news story. Wisps of green necromantic energy drift lazily from the paper’s edges, a sure sign that the article has been cursed—or blessed—by unseen hands. A raven, its eyes gleaming with unnatural intelligence, perches on the back of a chair, occasionally pecking at a loose parchment as if scrutinizing the news. The scent of old books and alchemical ingredients fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of whispered spells still lingering in the room. Outside, the sound of distant chanting can be heard—perhaps the very undead protesters making their voices known beyond the printed word. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A radiant aasimar cleric, her silver hair flowing in waves down her back, holds a staff aloft as golden light pours from her open hands. Her pale, alabaster skin glows with an otherworldly aura, and her celestial blue eyes burn with divine purpose. Her flowing robes, white and gold with intricate celestial designs, billow around her as if caught in a breeze that only she can feel. A pair of ethereal wings spread behind her, shimmering with soft light, casting a warm glow on the stone floor beneath her. Her staff is adorned with glowing sigils that pulse in rhythm with the light from her hands, amplifying the healing energy that radiates outward. Around her, faint, ghostly images of long-passed warriors appear, their spirits lifted by her divine magic, their translucent forms glowing with renewed strength. The walls of the temple around her are lined with ancient, golden mosaics, and beams of sunlight pierce through the high, arched windows, illuminating the dust-filled air. Her expression is one of serene concentration, eyes closed as she channels the power of the heavens. In this moment, she is the embodiment of light, peace, and holy retribution. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    A fiery-haired fire elemental, her skin a molten bronze that seems to ripple with heat, stands with her hands ablaze, flames licking up her arms. Her bright red hair, made entirely of flickering fire, dances wildly around her sharp, angular face, casting a warm, orange glow over her features. Her eyes, glowing embers of gold and crimson, burn with an intensity that matches the inferno she commands. Her body, covered in swirling, molten patterns, radiates heat, and the air around her shimmers with waves of intense heat. Behind her, a landscape of molten lava flows, bubbling and churning as sparks fly into the sky. The distant, jagged silhouette of volcanoes looms, their peaks spewing ash and fire into the night sky. Her expression is one of fierce, unbridled power, her lips curved into a dangerous smile as she revels in her element. The flames that consume her seem alive, wrapping around her like a second skin, ready to unleash destruction. The glow of the lava reflects in her eyes, making them burn even brighter, full of wrath and wild beauty.<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a middle-aged, female aasimar cleric with long, golden hair and soft, glowing skin, wearing a flowing white robe adorned with silver trim, her gentle eyes filled with compassion as she reaches out a hand. Across from her, a young, male tiefling warlock with wild, unkempt black hair and dark red skin, wearing a black leather coat lined with purple runes, sneers at her with disdain. His glowing, fiery eyes contrast sharply with her serene demeanor. They stand on a narrow stone bridge suspended over a bottomless abyss, swirling with shadowy tendrils. The tension between their opposing alignments is palpable in the dim, foreboding light. (fantasy, intense atmosphere, contrasting emotions, dynamic lighting, high detail) (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    ne0nfant4sy, A ghoulish lich, his decayed face hidden beneath a hood of tattered black robes, stands with his skeletal hands clutching a glowing, crimson gemstone. His fleshless fingers are adorned with rings, each one glowing faintly with dark magic, while his sunken, glowing red eyes peer out from the shadows of his hood. The gemstone pulses with dark energy, casting a sickly red light over his hollow, skeletal features. Around his neck hangs an ancient amulet, inscribed with runes of forbidden magic. Behind him, a crumbling tower rises into the night, its stone walls etched with countless years of arcane symbols. The sky above is dark and starless, save for a blood-red moon that casts an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. The faint whispers of spirits echo in the air around him, and the ground beneath his feet is cracked and lifeless. His expression, though devoid of flesh, is one of sinister glee, a master of death holding unimaginable power. The crimson glow from the gemstone illuminates his skeletal grin, casting long shadows across the tattered remnants of his robes.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A witch's cottage sits in a dead forest, its windows glowing with sickly green light. The building seems partially alive, with walls made of twisted wood that moves slightly. Poisonous flowers of impossible colors grow in the garden, while bubbling cauldrons emit clouds of rainbow-colored smoke. Corrupted wildlife with glowing eyes lurks in the shadows of dead trees. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:OB拍立得人像摄影Instant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A middle-aged female vampire with long, flowing raven-black hair and alabaster skin stands in a grand, decaying ballroom, illuminated by the sickly glow of a full, blood-red moon. She is a Shadowborne, a race known for their ethereal beauty and their ability to fade into the shadows. She wears an extravagant gown made entirely of fluttering black bat wings that emit an eerie, high-pitched squeaking as she moves. Her piercing, crimson eyes scan the room filled with ghastly, decaying partygoers, all frozen in time as if waiting for her command. She raises a delicate, clawed hand, and the partygoers begin to stir, their movements jerky and unnatural as if being controlled by invisible strings. The vampire queen grins, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs as she begins to dance gracefully through the ballroom, her every step leaving behind a trail of shadowy mist. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the echoes of a forgotten waltz, creating a hauntingly beautiful scene where the vampire's strange attire and sinister grace reign supreme.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:black_fantasy_1.0>
    In the dim light of a rustic kitchen, a small, determined mouse stands atop a massive wheel of cheese, its tiny paws gripping the hilt of a miniature sword embedded deep within the golden surface. The cheese is cracked and aged, its texture rough and uneven, with curls of rind peeling away. A soft glow reflects off the polished blade as the mouse strains to pull it free, its whiskers twitching with effort. In the background, towering kitchen utensils loom like ancient monuments, casting long shadows across the wooden countertop. <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.4><lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.4><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:Movie_Portrait:0.4><lora:Flux DetailerV2:0.4>
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