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    weibo,drawing,illustration retro 90's,black, turquoise, brown,Yoshiaki Kawajiri,Yutaka Minowa,Yūji Ikehata, chromatic aberration,detail,cinematic view,volumetric lighting,perspective,gritty_texture,urreal,disturbing_aesthetic,melancholic_mood,intense_detail,photorealistic,(sharp focus:1.3).A close-up shot of a lone grave beneath an ancient, twisted tree in the middle of a vast, windswept field. The gravestone, weathered and partially covered in moss, stands as a testament to the passage of time. A traditional straw samurai hat (kasa) with a hand-painted white heron design hangs delicately from a low branch, swaying gently in the breeze. The focus is sharply on the gravestone and the hat. The tall grass surrounding the grave ripples like waves, while soft petals or leaves drift lazily through the air, carried by the wind. The background is a muted palette of pale greens, whites, and soft greys, mimicking the movement and texture of the tall grass. The brushstrokes are visible, lending a painterly quality to the image, akin to an impressionistic, highly detailed artistic style. The colors and lighting create a dramatic and atmospheric mood, suggesting a cold, serene, yet determined mindset amidst the stormy grass field. Elements of subdued elegance and ancient Japanese aesthetics are emphasized. Japanese traditional art style. The image is highly detailed, with a focus on the katana, emphasizing enhancing the dramatic and bold aesthetic of the image. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting
    A vast, desolate desert stretches endlessly, where the golden sands shimmer with an almost unnatural glow under a haunting, clouded sky. The landscape is shaped by the relentless winds, which whip up shifting dunes that form and collapse in a mesmerizing yet unsettling rhythm. The sand feels alive, as though it holds secrets buried deep within, pulsating with subtle patterns that seem to trace forgotten paths. A spectral fog clings to the sand, swirling in an eerie dance, while ethereal, vaporous tendrils of mist rise from the ground, curling and dissipating in mid-air. The atmosphere is thick with a supernatural presence, the silence broken only by the soft, mournful sound of wind shifting over the vast expanse. In the center of this arid wasteland stands an ancient ruin, half-buried in sand. Weathered, cracked stone columns jut from the earth like skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization, their surfaces etched with strange symbols and runes that faintly glow, casting ghostly light through the fog. The remnants of once-grand structures are twisted and crumbled, lost to time and the harsh elements, yet they seem to carry an unspoken weight, a dark memory of some long-forgotten ritual or battle. Where the sand has worn away, jagged, metallic fragments, half-rusted and glinting in the dim light, are exposed—suggesting that this was once a place of both ancient magic and advanced technology. At the heart of this eerie, sunless wasteland, a lone figure draped in dark, tattered robes stands still, watching the horizon with vacant, ghostly eyes. The figure’s form is ethereal, almost translucent, blending with the sand yet standing distinct amidst the decay. There is something haunting about her presence; the hollow expression on her face tells of countless ages spent wandering this forsaken world, a prisoner to its secrets. Her long, flowing hair, now tangled and entwined with sand and wind, seems almost to move with a life of its own, caught between the physical world and some intangible realm beyond. Her robes, tattered and torn, are interwoven with strange, glowing threads, like the last remnants of a forgotten power. As the fog swirls around her, the sands seem to shift, and the very ground beneath her feet groans with a low, mournful sound, as if the desert itself is alive. Above, the sky is a dull, sickly color, its vast emptiness stretching without end. The air is thick, oppressive, with no sign of a rising sun, only the faintest glow from an unseen moon casting distorted shadows across the sand. The atmosphere is laden with the scent of decay and dust, every inch of the landscape feeling untouched, frozen in time by an unseen force. Strange, dark shapes move faintly in the distance, barely visible through the swirling fog—silent and haunting, their movements just outside the realm of the known, as if watching, waiting for something. The desert is alive with an uncanny, unsettling energy. The ground pulses faintly, the rhythm of the sands and mist creating a strange, hypnotic melody. The eeriness of the atmosphere heightens as time feels stretched and fragmented, like an endless loop that spirals into the void. This is a place forgotten by all but the wind, where time and memory are fractured and lost, and where the boundary between life and death, reality and the supernatural, is thin and fragile. Captured in a hyper-realistic style, the scene exudes the cold, haunting beauty of an untouched, forgotten world, with intricate textures of sand, stone, and mist. Every detail—from the glowing symbols on the ruined columns to the eerie, distorted shadows cast by the figure—is designed to evoke a deep sense of mystery and unease. The scene’s mood is amplified by the use of the Sand and Eerie atmosphere Loras, with every element infused with a chilling, otherworldly presence that feels both dreamlike and unnervingly real. ral-sand, ral-ertmsphr, aidmaMJ6.1
    mythp0rt, ArsMJStyle, A surreal and atmospheric fantasy landscape featuring a towering, jagged black spire that pierces the heavens, emitting a radiant golden beam of light at its peak. The spire stands amidst a desolate, frozen wasteland shrouded in low-lying mist, with smaller rocky outcroppings scattered around. The vast sky above is filled with shimmering auroras in hues of gold and green, weaving across a starry night. A distant moon hangs low on the horizon, adding a sense of vastness and mystique. The camera angle is low and wide, emphasizing the immense scale of the spire and its celestial beacon. The scene is illuminated by soft, cold light from the icy ground, contrasting with the warm glow of the auroras and the beam of light. illuminating the scene.
    An avant-garde couture medieval warrior stands on a jagged rock amidst a vast snowy landscape, her striking silhouette contrasting against the pristine white surroundings. Clad in a meticulously crafted full suit of armor with avant-garde flair—sleek metallic curves, ornate engravings, and asymmetrical elements—she exudes elegance and power. A luxurious animal fur drapes over one shoulder, adding texture and warmth, while her finely designed walking cane, with an intricately carved handle, doubles as a weapon-like statement piece. The snow-covered terrain stretches endlessly, reflecting the cold light of day, as dramatic lighting from below casts bold shadows on the reflective surfaces of her armor, accentuating her fierce, regal presence in this frozen, majestic scene. epic, glorification, heroic. god rays. <lora:Warhammer_Rogue_Trader_Style_flux-000021.safetensors:0.3>, <lora:FluxBlackT40k.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:The_Dark_Side_Of_The_Future.safetensors:0.28>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:Ethereal Grace - s1 g4.safetensors:0.3>, <lora:midjourney_whisper_avant_couture_v01.safetensors:1.0>,
    A small (fluffy Arctic fox) curls up in the snow, its soft, thick fur puffed up like a protective blanket against the cold. The fox's (wide, innocent eyes) shimmer with a delicate vulnerability, as if the harsh winter has softened its spirit. Its (tiny nose) peeks out from behind its (bushy, cloud-like tail), wrapped around itself for warmth. Each breath creates [faint wisps of cold air], highlighting the freezing environment. The fox's (round paws) press lightly into the snow, while its fur gives off a (cuddly, almost huggable appearance). The scene exudes a sense of (tenderness and fragility), evoking a desire to protect the tiny, adorable creature amidst the (vast, cold wilderness).
    A majestic Arctic cat stands amidst a vast, snowy expanse, its thick fur (a pure, snowy white) glistening under the cold light filtering through the overcast sky. The soft yet powerful body exudes an aura of strength, as though it could effortlessly traverse mountains. Around its neck, a metallic collar (with a subtle, warm sheen) symbolizes the ultimate feline, trained by humans to withstand the fiercest of elements. The biting winds and harsh snowstorms seem to bow in reverence, unable to disturb its commanding presence. The distant [mountains and sky] fade into the background.
    Ultra-realistic close-up of an astronaut meticulously repairing a futuristic, pink lady apple-shaped spacecraft. Each section of the craft is a transparent module, revealing glowing internal systems pulsating with neon circuitry. The astronaut’s advanced spacesuit, accented with vibrant red highlights, reflects the surreal cosmic environment around them. The spacecraft floats amidst a breathtaking asteroid field, where massive frozen lemon-slice-shaped asteroids drift weightlessly, their translucent citrus interiors catching the light of a brilliant blue star in the distance. Tiny frozen citrus juice crystals sparkle as they float through zero gravity, refracting light in a mesmerizing display. The porous texture of the spacecraft’s outer shell mimics the rough surface of an apple peel, giving it an organic yet engineered feel. The scene is a striking fusion of hard sci-fi and surrealism, inspired by *The Martian* with cinematic realism and dramatic lighting. The interplay of deep shadows and radiant highlights creates a visually immersive atmosphere, evoking both the cold vastness of interstellar space and the warmth of its glowing, red apple-hued artificial structures. Hyper-detailed textures, ultra-HD rendering, dynamic lighting contrasts, surreal yet scientifically grounded composition. <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_v0.5_3:0.4> aidmamj6.1 <lora:DreamArtFlux:0.15> DreamArt <lora:aidmaMJ6.1v0.4:0.3> aidmaMJ6.1 <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.2> R3alisticF <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.15> <lora:aidmaFLUXpro1.1light-FLUX-V0.1:0.45> aidmafluxpro1.1
    A chilling and awe-inspiring scene of the Snow Queen standing amidst a frozen, crystalline city, her presence both beautiful and terrifying. Her skin is pale as ice, with a faint, almost translucent glow that reflects the cold, unyielding nature of her power. Her eyes are like frozen sapphires, filled with a mix of rage and sorrow, and her lips are a deep, blood-red, the only splash of color in the otherwise monochromatic landscape. Her gown is made of flowing, icy fabric that shimmers with every movement, its edges frayed and sharp like icicles. The fabric is stained with a single, vivid streak of blood that seeps through, a stark contrast to the pristine white of her attire. Her hands are clenched into fists, her nails sharp and glinting like shards of glass, and her breath forms a frosty mist in the air. The background is a vast, frozen metropolis, its towering skyscrapers transformed into glittering ice crystals that pierce the sky. The buildings are encased in thick layers of frost, their surfaces reflecting the faint light of the aurora borealis that dances above. The northern lights are a breathtaking display of green, purple, and blue, their ethereal glow casting an otherworldly light over the frozen city. The ground is covered in a thick layer of ice and snow, with no signs of life in sight. The atmosphere is one of deadly beauty, with the Snow Queen as the embodiment of both the allure and the danger of winter. The art style is highly detailed, capturing the textures of her icy skin, the flowing fabric of her gown, and the chaotic beauty of the snowstorm. The lighting is cold and harsh, with the snow reflecting the faint light and creating a sense of depth and isolation. This artwork tells a story of power, rage, and the deadly beauty of winter, with the Snow Queen as the ultimate symbol of both life and death in a frozen world
    In the dystopian landscape of "Blade Runner 2049," a scene unfolds with an overwhelming, almost oppressive beauty, capturing the essence of a world teetering on the edge of desolation. The setting is a vast, barren expanse—an endless sea of dust and rubble, stretching out to the horizon under a perpetually overcast sky. The air is thick with a fine, ashen particulate that hangs in the atmosphere like a shroud, diffusing the weak, pale light that struggles to break through the dense clouds above. Everything is bathed in a muted, ochre hue, as if the entire world has been sepia-toned, drained of vibrant color, leaving only the remnants of a once-thriving civilization. In the midst of this wasteland stands a lone, monolithic structure—a colossal ruin, the remnants of a bygone era. The building is a hulking, brutalist edifice, its concrete walls cracked and weathered by years of neglect, yet still exuding a cold, unyielding strength. The surface of the structure is pockmarked and scarred, evidence of the relentless assault of time and the harsh, unforgiving environment. Rust streaks down from the edges of exposed metal beams, mingling with the dust that clings to every surface, creating a gritty, almost tactile texture that can almost be felt through the screen. Amidst this desolation, the protagonist, K, stands as a solitary figure—a small, dark silhouette against the massive scale of the decaying structure. His trench coat billows slightly in the faint, gritty wind that sweeps across the landscape, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. The coat, worn and weather-beaten, is a deep, charcoal gray, its fabric heavy and thick, almost seeming to absorb the light around it. K's face is partially obscured by the high collar of the coat and the shadow cast by the brim of his hat, but the intensity of his gaze is unmistakable—sharp, focused, and filled with a deep, unspoken melancholy. The world around him is eerily silent, save for the distant, almost imperceptible hum of decaying technology—an electric buzz that seems to emanate from the very bones of the ruined city. Occasionally, the silence is broken by the faint echo of a crumbling structure collapsing somewhere in the distance, the sound reverberating through the empty streets like a ghostly reminder of the world that once was. Above, the sky is a swirling mass of dark clouds, moving sluggishly as if weighed down by the pollution and filth of the decaying city below. The sun, barely visible through the thick layer of smog, casts a sickly, orange light that struggles to penetrate the gloom. This light filters down in hazy beams, cutting through the dust and casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement and twisted remains of what were once buildings. The air itself feels heavy, almost viscous, as if every breath drawn is laden with the weight of the world’s slow decay. Each inhale is thick with the acrid taste of metal and smoke, a constant reminder of the toxic environment that K navigates. The atmosphere is so thick with particulate matter that it creates a grainy visual texture, giving the entire scene an almost surreal quality, as if the world is disintegrating before the eyes. As K moves forward, his footsteps crunch against the debris-strewn ground, the sound amplified in the stillness, each step a deliberate, almost laborious effort. The ground beneath him is uneven, a chaotic mix of broken concrete, rusted metal, and shattered glass that reflects the dim light in fractured, glinting shards. Every detail, from the scuffed and worn soles of K’s boots to the small puffs of dust that rise with each step, is rendered with such meticulous precision that it feels as though the scene could be touched, smelled, and heard as much as seen. In this world of decayed grandeur, where every object tells a story of destruction and despair, there is a haunting beauty. The scene is a masterful composition of contrasts—the monumental and the minute, the decaying and the enduring, the silent and the sonorous—each element contributing to an overwhelming sense of a world that is both alien and achingly familiar. It’s a place where the past and future collide, creating a visual and emotional experience that lingers long after the image fades from the screen.
    Spooky Art Drawing. ### Poem 1: **The Phantom’s Canvas** In the stillness of night, where shadows entwine, A *manga sketch* emerges, hauntingly divine. Beneath a *hood* pulled low, its secrets confined, An *ethereal ghost* drifts through time undefined. With a *Killing Gaze smile*, it pierces the veil, Its presence so *creepy*, both fragile and frail. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, like stars gone astray, It moves with precision, unseen in the fray. Oh, *manga style* whispers in strokes black as ink, Each line drawn to life, each thought on the brink. The *black hood* conceals what no words can express— A spirit eternal, cursed yet blessed. --- ### Poem 2: **Dark Elegance** Beneath the weight of a *dark*ened sky, Where silence hums and echoes lie, There walks an apparition, soft yet stark, A phantom born from a *manga sketch*’s mark. Its *black hood* drapes like midnight's cloak, Every step deliberate, every word unspoken spoke. An *ethereal ghost*, untethered by chains, Gliding between worlds, crossing mortal planes. And oh, that *Killing Gaze smile*, cold and sly, That freezes the soul with just one eye. For eyes *shrouded in darkness* see all too well, Peering through shadows where nightmares dwell. This creature of dreams, this *creepy* muse, Is crafted in lines, precise and loose. A masterpiece painted in *manga style*, Forever haunting, forever beguile. --- ### Poem 3: **Shadows Inked** Upon the page, a shadow stirs, Born from the depths where silence blurs. A *manga sketch* breathes into view, A figure cloaked in a *black hood*, askew. An *ethereal ghost* of fleeting grace, Yet terror lingers upon its face. A *Killing Gaze smile*, sharp and thin, Inviting dread to seep within. Its eyes are pools of endless night, *Shrouded in darkness*, devoid of light. They pierce the heart, they chill the bone, Leaving you stranded, lost, alone. Oh, how *creepy* beauty takes its form, In *manga style*, amidst the storm. A tale etched deep in charcoal hues, Of specters risen, breaking taboos. --- ### Poem 4: **The Silent Sketch** From paper’s edge, a figure wakes, Emerging softly, yet nothing breaks. A *manga sketch* brought to eerie life, Cutting through doubt like a hidden knife. Its *hood* obscures, its aura chills, An *ethereal ghost* with unseen skills. That *Killing Gaze smile* curls so slight, Yet leaves your mind heavy with fright. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, hollow and vast, Peering beyond where memories last. Each glance a whisper, a silent plea, To leave behind who you used to be. In *manga style*, it dances free, A work of art forged from mystery. So tread with care when pages turn, For some creations will always burn.,aidmafluxpro1.1
    In the stillness of night, where shadows entwine, A *manga sketch* emerges, hauntingly divine. Beneath a *hood* pulled low, its secrets confined, An *ethereal ghost* drifts through time undefined. With a *Killing Gaze smile*, it pierces the veil, Its presence so *creepy*, both fragile and frail. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, like stars gone astray, It moves with precision, unseen in the fray. Oh, *manga style* whispers in strokes black as ink, Each line drawn to life, each thought on the brink. The *black hood* conceals what no words can express— A spirit eternal, cursed yet blessed. --- ### Poem 2: **Dark Elegance** Beneath the weight of a *dark*ened sky, Where silence hums and echoes lie, There walks an apparition, soft yet stark, A phantom born from a *manga sketch*’s mark. Its *black hood* drapes like midnight's cloak, Every step deliberate, every word unspoken spoke. An *ethereal ghost*, untethered by chains, Gliding between worlds, crossing mortal planes. And oh, that *Killing Gaze smile*, cold and sly, That freezes the soul with just one eye. For eyes *shrouded in darkness* see all too well, Peering through shadows where nightmares dwell. This creature of dreams, this *creepy* muse, Is crafted in lines, precise and loose. A masterpiece painted in *manga style*, Forever haunting, forever beguile. --- ### Poem 3: **Shadows Inked** Upon the page, a shadow stirs, Born from the depths where silence blurs. A *manga sketch* breathes into view, A figure cloaked in a *black hood*, askew. An *ethereal ghost* of fleeting grace, Yet terror lingers upon its face. A *Killing Gaze smile*, sharp and thin, Inviting dread to seep within. Its eyes are pools of endless night, *Shrouded in darkness*, devoid of light. They pierce the heart, they chill the bone, Leaving you stranded, lost, alone. Oh, how *creepy* beauty takes its form, In *manga style*, amidst the storm. A tale etched deep in charcoal hues, Of specters risen, breaking taboos. --- ### Poem 4: **The Silent Sketch** From paper’s edge, a figure wakes, Emerging softly, yet nothing breaks. A *manga sketch* brought to eerie life, Cutting through doubt like a hidden knife. Its *hood* obscures, its aura chills, An *ethereal ghost* with unseen skills. That *Killing Gaze smile* curls so slight, Yet leaves your mind heavy with fright. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, hollow and vast, Peering beyond where memories last. Each glance a whisper, a silent plea, To leave behind who you used to be. In *manga style*, it dances free, A work of art forged from mystery. So tread with care when pages turn, For some creations will always burn.
    In the stillness of night, where shadows entwine, A *manga sketch* emerges, hauntingly divine. Beneath a *hood* pulled low, its secrets confined, An *ethereal ghost* drifts through time undefined. With a *Killing Gaze smile*, it pierces the veil, Its presence so *creepy*, both fragile and frail. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, like stars gone astray, It moves with precision, unseen in the fray. Oh, *manga style* whispers in strokes black as ink, Each line drawn to life, each thought on the brink. The *black hood* conceals what no words can express— A spirit eternal, cursed yet blessed. --- ### Poem 2: **Dark Elegance** Beneath the weight of a *dark*ened sky, Where silence hums and echoes lie, There walks an apparition, soft yet stark, A phantom born from a *manga sketch*’s mark. Its *black hood* drapes like midnight's cloak, Every step deliberate, every word unspoken spoke. An *ethereal ghost*, untethered by chains, Gliding between worlds, crossing mortal planes. And oh, that *Killing Gaze smile*, cold and sly, That freezes the soul with just one eye. For eyes *shrouded in darkness* see all too well, Peering through shadows where nightmares dwell. This creature of dreams, this *creepy* muse, Is crafted in lines, precise and loose. A masterpiece painted in *manga style*, Forever haunting, forever beguile. --- ### Poem 3: **Shadows Inked** Upon the page, a shadow stirs, Born from the depths where silence blurs. A *manga sketch* breathes into view, A figure cloaked in a *black hood*, askew. An *ethereal ghost* of fleeting grace, Yet terror lingers upon its face. A *Killing Gaze smile*, sharp and thin, Inviting dread to seep within. Its eyes are pools of endless night, *Shrouded in darkness*, devoid of light. They pierce the heart, they chill the bone, Leaving you stranded, lost, alone. Oh, how *creepy* beauty takes its form, In *manga style*, amidst the storm. A tale etched deep in charcoal hues, Of specters risen, breaking taboos. --- ### Poem 4: **The Silent Sketch** From paper’s edge, a figure wakes, Emerging softly, yet nothing breaks. A *manga sketch* brought to eerie life, Cutting through doubt like a hidden knife. Its *hood* obscures, its aura chills, An *ethereal ghost* with unseen skills. That *Killing Gaze smile* curls so slight, Yet leaves your mind heavy with fright. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, hollow and vast, Peering beyond where memories last. Each glance a whisper, a silent plea, To leave behind who you used to be. In *manga style*, it dances free, A work of art forged from mystery. So tread with care when pages turn, For some creations will always burn.
    In the stillness of night, where shadows entwine, A *manga sketch* emerges, hauntingly divine. Beneath a *hood* pulled low, its secrets confined, An *ethereal ghost* drifts through time undefined. With a *Killing Gaze smile*, it pierces the veil, Its presence so *creepy*, both fragile and frail. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, like stars gone astray, It moves with precision, unseen in the fray. Oh, *manga style* whispers in strokes black as ink, Each line drawn to life, each thought on the brink. The *black hood* conceals what no words can express— A spirit eternal, cursed yet blessed. --- ### Poem 2: **Dark Elegance** Beneath the weight of a *dark*ened sky, Where silence hums and echoes lie, There walks an apparition, soft yet stark, A phantom born from a *manga sketch*’s mark. Its *black hood* drapes like midnight's cloak, Every step deliberate, every word unspoken spoke. An *ethereal ghost*, untethered by chains, Gliding between worlds, crossing mortal planes. And oh, that *Killing Gaze smile*, cold and sly, That freezes the soul with just one eye. For eyes *shrouded in darkness* see all too well, Peering through shadows where nightmares dwell. This creature of dreams, this *creepy* muse, Is crafted in lines, precise and loose. A masterpiece painted in *manga style*, Forever haunting, forever beguile. --- ### Poem 3: **Shadows Inked** Upon the page, a shadow stirs, Born from the depths where silence blurs. A *manga sketch* breathes into view, A figure cloaked in a *black hood*, askew. An *ethereal ghost* of fleeting grace, Yet terror lingers upon its face. A *Killing Gaze smile*, sharp and thin, Inviting dread to seep within. Its eyes are pools of endless night, *Shrouded in darkness*, devoid of light. They pierce the heart, they chill the bone, Leaving you stranded, lost, alone. Oh, how *creepy* beauty takes its form, In *manga style*, amidst the storm. A tale etched deep in charcoal hues, Of specters risen, breaking taboos. --- ### Poem 4: **The Silent Sketch** From paper’s edge, a figure wakes, Emerging softly, yet nothing breaks. A *manga sketch* brought to eerie life, Cutting through doubt like a hidden knife. Its *hood* obscures, its aura chills, An *ethereal ghost* with unseen skills. That *Killing Gaze smile* curls so slight, Yet leaves your mind heavy with fright. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, hollow and vast, Peering beyond where memories last. Each glance a whisper, a silent plea, To leave behind who you used to be. In *manga style*, it dances free, A work of art forged from mystery. So tread with care when pages turn, For some creations will always burn.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a vast, open battlefield under the light of a waning moon, a lone figure with alabaster skin and hair as white as snow stands amidst a sea of broken skulls and shattered bones. His eyes, glowing with a faint, silver light, scan the horizon as a cold wind whips through the battlefield, sending clouds of dust and ash swirling around him. The ground beneath his feet is littered with the remains of warriors from ages past, their skulls cracked and broken from the brutality of battle. His armor, once gleaming, is now battered and streaked with blood and dirt, but the massive, bone-handled axe in his hands still shines with an eerie, white glow. Behind him, the skeletal remains of a giant beast rise from the ground, its massive skull half-buried in the earth, casting a long, ominous shadow across the field. The sky above is a dull gray, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon, and the faint rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance. The air is heavy with the scent of death and smoke, and the quiet stillness of the battlefield is broken only by the occasional clatter of bones shifting in the wind. The scene is one of desolation and aftermath, where the skulls of the fallen warriors bear silent witness to the horrors of war. (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>
    Where sun and moon’s embrace falls short, in ruins old, we part, A gulf of ages vast unfolds, ninety thousand years depart. Through odysseys untamed and odd, no mercy found in art. Realm wanderer 'midst relics bold, with blade in hand, he starts, Through trials harsh and visions cold, he carves his silent mark. Worlds reshape at his command, no denials in his heart. His sword descends, a pact is sealed, with ancient stones aligned, O’er bone-laid peaks, his footsteps yield, through time’s relentless grind. Endless battles weave their tales, in ruins left behind. Amidst the crumbled spires of dreams, where cyberpunk mists unwind, A minimalist echo streams, through dystopian designs. Futuristic echoes gleam, surreal and undefined. In this scene, where utopian suns decline, Environmental themes convene, where fantasy’s enshrined. Ancient Ruins stand serene, their legacy confined. art by Yanjun Cheng, contemporary, digital, dreaminess, eeriness, femininity, illustration, portraits, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, masterpiece, sharp focus, natural lighting, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, m3m3, mythp0rt
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon red and fiery violets, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning grotesque machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk and science fiction with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    An avant-garde couture medieval warrior stands on a jagged rock amidst a vast snowy landscape, her striking silhouette contrasting against the pristine white surroundings. Clad in a meticulously crafted full suit of armor with avant-garde flair—sleek metallic curves, ornate engravings, and asymmetrical elements—she exudes elegance and power. A luxurious animal fur drapes over one shoulder, adding texture and warmth, while her finely designed walking cane, with an intricately carved handle, doubles as a weapon-like statement piece. The snow-covered terrain stretches endlessly, reflecting the cold light of day, as dramatic lighting from below casts bold shadows on the reflective surfaces of her armor, accentuating her fierce, regal presence in this frozen, majestic scene. epic, glorification, heroic. god rays. <lora:aidmaHyperrealism-FLUX-V0.1.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Warhammer_Rogue_Trader_Style_flux-000021.safetensors:0.3>, <lora:FluxBlackT40k.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:The_Dark_Side_Of_The_Future.safetensors:0.33>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:midjourney_whisper_avant_couture_v01.safetensors:1.0>,
    Embark on a minimalistic journey to an ethereal world, where stark contrasts of light and shadow elegantly merge with Chinese architectures intricate lines. A serene atmosphere permeates this black-and-gold landscape, shaped by delicate frostbite yet hinting at hidden warmth beneath layers of icy mist. Intricate forms of ancient architecture emerge like silhouettes in the moonlit fog, refined through simplicity and balance—symbolizing timeless elegance intertwined with the unyielding forces of nature. Gold tones gracefully highlight architectural details, inviting contemplation on harmony within contrasts. Each line is drawn with precision to express beauty through minimal elements, delicate strokes hint at complexity beneath their apparent simplicity. Negative spaces surrounding these forms serve as quiet whispers inviting the viewer into this enigmatic wintry paradox, where balance teeters between lifes extremities. Let create this sparse yet evocative tableau—a minimalistic ode to the subtle beauty found in the cold embrace of a winter night, illuminated by moonlights ephemeral glow. Here, simplicity meets sophistication in an enchanting dance of light and shadow—a monochromatic masterpiece capturing the essence of harmonious coexistence between Chinese tradition and the frozen wilderness. In this world of minimalist abstraction, darkness serves as both muse and constraint—shaping forms with its mysterious presence while leaving space for imagination to flourish amidst its vastness. Amidst its cold vastness, ancient treasures stand resilient—a testament to enduring beauty found in unexpected places. Allow yourself to be drawn into this enigmatic world of shadows and light, guided by masterful brushwork. Discover the haunting beauty hidden within minimalistic lines as they create intricate stories on the blank canvas of winter—an entrancing dance between darkness and gold, between tradition and wilderness, captivating all who dare venture into its surreal embrace. ,<lora:flux/fav/Dark_whimsical_art.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    In the heart of a vast, snow-covered expanse under a sky strewn with glittering stars, a figure of regal defiance and unyielding strength stands, her presence commanding and otherworldly. She is the warrior queen of a cold and untamed land, a living embodiment of the fiery spirit that burns within her people, even amidst the harshest winters. Her long black fur cape billows gently in the icy breeze, its voluminous puffs framing her form like a shadowy mantle of power. The cape wraps around her shoulders, open in the front to reveal a sleek black shirt beneath. Over the shirt lies a finely embroidered tabard, its intricate white ornaments glowing faintly in the moonlight, contrasting against the dark fabric. Her legs are clad in striking orange leggings that bring a vibrant warmth to her otherwise shadowy ensemble, symbolizing the fierce heart that beats within her. Her feet are protected by sturdy leather boots, their fur-lined tops offering warmth and a touch of rugged elegance. Her shoulders and hands bear iron armor plates, their dull sheen reflecting the cold light of the snow. Every piece of her attire is designed for both battle and royalty, merging practicality with a noble aesthetic. Around her waist, a leather belt holds several satchels and pouches, filled with tools and relics of her rule and survival. Her head bears a heavy crown, its ornate design symbolizing the immense burden and strength required to lead her kingdom. The crown's weight does not bow her head; instead, it elevates her presence, her long black braids cascading down her back like a river of night, woven with beads that tell the story of her elvish lineage. Her pointed ears, a hallmark of her heritage, peek through the strands, adding a touch of mystique to her regal appearance. In her gloved hands rests a colossal fiery sword, its blade alive with an inner blaze that casts flickering shadows across the snow. The flames pulse with a rhythmic energy, as though echoing the queen's heartbeat, a reminder of her indomitable spirit. The sword's hilt is adorned with intricate carvings, its glow matching the fiery essence of the blade. Its tip sinks slightly into the snow at her feet, the surrounding frost melting away in a small, circular radius. Her hands rest firmly on the guard, a pose that exudes both authority and readiness. Beside her stands a massive black bear, its imposing figure a symbol of raw power and unshakable loyalty. The beast’s fur is thick and gleaming, its sheer size dwarfing even the queen. Its amber eyes glow with an intelligence that mirrors her own, and its heavy paws press silently into the snow, the bond between them evident in their shared stillness. The snowy landscape stretches endlessly around them, the moonlight painting the ground in silvery hues. A dense forest looms in the background, its dark, towering trees forming a stark contrast to the open expanse. The sky above is alive with a tranquil brilliance, the stars and faint auroras adding a magical vibrancy to the scene. The queen’s expression is serene yet fierce, her piercing gaze fixed on an unseen horizon, as if contemplating the trials ahead while drawing strength from the present moment. Her pose is dynamic, embodying a perfect balance of grace and power, of a ruler who has endured countless storms and emerged stronger. The composition weaves an interplay of contrasting elements: the dark tones of her attire against the fiery glow of her sword, the cold blues and whites of the snowy landscape against the vibrant warmth of her leggings, and the serene tranquility of the night juxtaposed with the raw power of her and her bear’s presence. It is a scene of peaceful intensity, where the queen stands as both protector and sovereign, an unbreakable force in a frozen world. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic fractal wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon red and fiery violets, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with high tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented endless cries. The composition is claustrophobic mesmerizing yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon purple and fiery reds, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A ominous glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,(close-up:1.5) Leo and Diane Dillon
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon reds and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,close-up
    oil painting of psycho_4rt, mythp0rt, cinematic wide angle, a massive hanging bell with a grotesquely contorted screaming face etched into its surface, suspended at the peak of a weathered, ancient watchtower. The tower rises defiantly amidst a vast expanse of jagged, snowy mountains, their peaks shrouded in mist and illuminated faintly by a pale, cold light. A single torch flickers near the entrance of the tower, casting eerie, dancing shadows onto the surrounding stonework. Snow falls gently but relentlessly, blanketing the landscape in a haunting quiet. The bell's metallic surface gleams faintly in the low light, its ominous presence dominating the scene. The atmosphere is heavy with unease, a surreal blend of isolation, dread, and the unsettling stillness of the winter wilderness., visible brushstrokes, atmospheric haze, low key, moody lighting,watercolors,DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting photorealistic rendering, mody chiaroscuro lighting
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic fractal wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon red and fiery violets, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with high tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented endless cries. The composition is claustrophobic mesmerizing yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon reds and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A ominous glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,(close-up:1.5)
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon blues and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon reds and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,close-up
    Embark on a minimalistic journey to an ethereal world, where stark contrasts of light and shadow elegantly merge with Chinese architectures intricate lines. A serene atmosphere permeates this black-and-gold landscape, shaped by delicate frostbite yet hinting at hidden warmth beneath layers of icy mist. Intricate forms of ancient architecture emerge like silhouettes in the moonlit fog, refined through simplicity and balance—symbolizing timeless elegance intertwined with the unyielding forces of nature. Gold tones gracefully highlight architectural details, inviting contemplation on harmony within contrasts. Each line is drawn with precision to express beauty through minimal elements—delicate strokes hint at complexity beneath their apparent simplicity. Negative spaces surrounding these forms serve as quiet whispers inviting the viewer into this enigmatic wintry paradox, where balance teeters between lifes extremities. Let Flux create this sparse yet evocative tableau—a minimalistic ode to the subtle beauty found in the cold embrace of a winter night, illuminated by moonlights ephemeral glow. Here, simplicity meets sophistication in an enchanting dance of light and shadow—a monochromatic masterpiece capturing the essence of harmonious coexistence between Chinese tradition and the frozen wilderness. In this world of minimalist abstraction, darkness serves as both muse and constraint—shaping forms with its mysterious presence while leaving space for imagination to flourish amidst its vastness. Amidst its cold vastness, ancient treasures stand resilient—a testament to enduring beauty found in unexpected places. Allow yourself to be drawn into this enigmatic world of shadows and light, guided by Fluxs masterful brushwork. Discover the haunting beauty hidden within minimalistic lines as they create intricate stories on the blank canvas of winter—an entrancing dance between darkness and gold, between tradition and wilderness, captivating all who dare venture into its surreal embrace.
    Embark on a minimalistic journey to an ethereal world, where stark contrasts of light and shadow elegantly merge with Chinese architectures intricate lines. A serene atmosphere permeates this black-and-gold landscape, shaped by delicate frostbite yet hinting at hidden warmth beneath layers of icy mist. Intricate forms of ancient architecture emerge like silhouettes in the moonlit fog, refined through simplicity and balance—symbolizing timeless elegance intertwined with the unyielding forces of nature. Gold tones gracefully highlight architectural details, inviting contemplation on harmony within contrasts. Each line is drawn with precision to express beauty through minimal elements, delicate strokes hint at complexity beneath their apparent simplicity. Negative spaces surrounding these forms serve as quiet whispers inviting the viewer into this enigmatic wintry paradox, where balance teeters between lifes extremities. Let create this sparse yet evocative tableau—a minimalistic ode to the subtle beauty found in the cold embrace of a winter night, illuminated by moonlights ephemeral glow. Here, simplicity meets sophistication in an enchanting dance of light and shadow—a monochromatic masterpiece capturing the essence of harmonious coexistence between Chinese tradition and the frozen wilderness. In this world of minimalist abstraction, darkness serves as both muse and constraint—shaping forms with its mysterious presence while leaving space for imagination to flourish amidst its vastness. Amidst its cold vastness, ancient treasures stand resilient—a testament to enduring beauty found in unexpected places. Allow yourself to be drawn into this enigmatic world of shadows and light, guided by masterful brushwork. Discover the haunting beauty hidden within minimalistic lines as they create intricate stories on the blank canvas of winter—an entrancing dance between darkness and gold, between tradition and wilderness, captivating all who dare venture into its surreal embrace.
    Embark on a minimalistic journey to an ethereal world, where stark contrasts of light and shadow elegantly merge with Chinese architectures intricate lines. A serene atmosphere permeates this black-and-gold landscape, shaped by delicate frostbite yet hinting at hidden warmth beneath layers of icy mist. Intricate forms of ancient architecture emerge like silhouettes in the moonlit fog, refined through simplicity and balance—symbolizing timeless elegance intertwined with the unyielding forces of nature. Gold tones gracefully highlight architectural details, inviting contemplation on harmony within contrasts. Each line is drawn with precision to express beauty through minimal elements, delicate strokes hint at complexity beneath their apparent simplicity. Negative spaces surrounding these forms serve as quiet whispers inviting the viewer into this enigmatic wintry paradox, where balance teeters between lifes extremities. Let create this sparse yet evocative tableau—a minimalistic ode to the subtle beauty found in the cold embrace of a winter night, illuminated by moonlights ephemeral glow. Here, simplicity meets sophistication in an enchanting dance of light and shadow—a monochromatic masterpiece capturing the essence of harmonious coexistence between Chinese tradition and the frozen wilderness. In this world of minimalist abstraction, darkness serves as both muse and constraint—shaping forms with its mysterious presence while leaving space for imagination to flourish amidst its vastness. Amidst its cold vastness, ancient treasures stand resilient—a testament to enduring beauty found in unexpected places. Allow yourself to be drawn into this enigmatic world of shadows and light, guided by masterful brushwork. Discover the haunting beauty hidden within minimalistic lines as they create intricate stories on the blank canvas of winter—an entrancing dance between darkness and gold, between tradition and wilderness, captivating all who dare venture into its surreal embrace. ,<lora:flux/fav/ZenInkWashSumi-eFlux.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    An ultra-realistic angelic figure soars gracefully through a dramatic winter sky, her ethereal presence imbued with divine grace. In this moment, she extends her hands downward, palms open, releasing a warm, golden light that streams toward the snow-covered landscape below. Where the light touches, the snow melts away, revealing patches of green grass and colorful flowers blooming amidst the winter chill—a miraculous display of her healing power. Her flowing black Gothic dress, adorned with delicate golden floral embroidery, shimmers as it catches the light, the golden threads glowing as if alive with magic. Above her head, a holy halo pulses brightly, its celestial glow intensified by the energy she channels. Her vast, feathered wings beat gently, leaving faint trails of sparkling light in the air. The stormy skies around her seem to calm in her presence, the dark clouds parting slightly to allow her light to shine through. Captured in a full body shot, straight-on angle, with ultra-realistic lighting, the scene highlights the striking contrast between the cold, wintry background and the warm, life-giving magic she wields. Gentle snowfall continues to drift around her, now mingling with the golden light to create a mesmerizing, otherworldly atmosphere. This image embodies the divine power and serene beauty of a mythical angel as she performs a miraculous act, bringing hope and renewal to the frozen world below

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