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    A masterpiece photo taken from the bomber's bomb bay, in the foreground is an atomic bomb with a soviet symbol, which has just begun to fall, far below the us white house
    ultrarealism,1980s style, 1987, world of warcraft, at daybreak, as the sun slowly lightens up the sky of a fresh new day in the early season of fall in a mountainous region of the north eastern united states, a murder of crows fly from tree top to tree top to watch the light rays tease and touch the forest from the cosmos. A new day has begun. limitless beauty of nature astounds and confuses the night creatures as they slink back off to their dens for a daytime nap. woodland creatures come out to feed for breakfast from the mountain dew. Trees once draped in cold shadows now come to life from the light that the new day brings.
    Amidst a jungle where the once-vibrant flora has begun to wither and die, a druid in leaf-green robes stands with her arms outstretched, desperately trying to channel the last vestiges of nature’s magic. Her robes, adorned with shimmering emerald vines, glow faintly, though the light flickers and fades as the energy of the jungle ebbs away. Around her, massive trees with twisted roots collapse, their leaves falling like ash in the stagnant air. The sky is a deep, unnatural green, tinged with streaks of black, as though the atmosphere itself is poisoned. The ground beneath her feet cracks and splits, revealing deep fissures that glow with a sickly green light, signaling the collapse of the ecosystem. Strange, malformed creatures limp through the dying forest, their bodies twisted and mutated by the toxic environment. The druid’s face is etched with desperation as she channels the last remaining magic through her staff, its emerald gemstone flickering weakly. The jungle, once a vibrant, untamed paradise, is now a shadow of its former self, on the verge of collapse, as the druid fights to preserve what little remains of its life force.<lora:FluxMythV2:0.9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0.7><lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.15><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.45>
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, in its palm is the face of a young woman. The skin of the hand and face is made of pristine gold and there is a doorway at the base. The young woman's face in the hand smiles at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, embedded in its palm is the face of a young woman. The skin of the hand and face is made of pristine gold and there is a doorway at the base. The young woman's face in the hand smiles at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is stark, the there is a strong light, low in the sky to the left, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    DB4RZ, An awe-inspiring scene of an enormous futuristic gate towering amidst a desolate jungle, enveloped by an eerie, overgrown atmosphere. The gate is colossal, with intricate, alien-like architecture featuring countless engravings, glowing energy conduits, and complex mechanical panels that pulse faintly with an otherworldly light. The structure is crafted from a mix of dark, metallic alloys and shimmering crystalline materials, its surface etched with ancient, cryptic symbols and fractal patterns. The jungle surrounding the gate is wild and desolate, with towering, gnarled trees draped in moss and vines that have begun to creep onto the lower portions of the gate. The foliage is dense and dark, but a faint mist lingers, illuminated by the glowing elements of the gate. Broken remnants of stone steps and pathways, overrun by roots and vegetation, lead toward the entrance, adding a sense of lost civilization. In the foreground, tiny human figure or advanced exploration drones could be included for scale, emphasizing the gate's overwhelming size. The sky above is stormy and gray, with faint beams of light piercing through the clouds, casting an ominous glow over the scene, creating a blend of mystery and grandeur.
    In the dim glow of flickering candlelight, a skeleton reclines in an old-fashioned clawfoot bathtub filled with deep, murky water, its bony fingers delicately holding a bright yellow rubber duck. The cracked porcelain of the tub is stained with age, its once-pristine white now mottled with creeping veins of rust and grime. Wisps of mist curl up from the water’s surface, giving the scene an eerie, dreamlike quality, as if the skeleton itself is caught between the realms of the living and the dead. Surrounding the tub, the crumbling walls of an abandoned Victorian bathroom loom, covered in peeling floral wallpaper and ivy that has begun to reclaim the space. A grand, dust-covered mirror hangs above the tub, its reflective surface fogged over, distorting the flickering candle flames into ghostly shapes. The skeleton's empty eye sockets seem almost amused, its bony grin permanently frozen in a moment of morbid joy as it bobs the duck up and down. Shadows dance along the cracked tile floor, moving in rhythm with the candlelight, giving the illusion that unseen figures are watching from the corners of the room. Despite the decay and the eerie silence, there is an undeniable innocence in the scene, as if even in death, simple joys remain.<lora:aesthetical-000003:0.15><lora:aidmaNSFWunlock-FLUX-PonyStyle-v0.1:0.15><lora:Flux-jijia:0.1><lora:GLSHS:0.6>
    An illustrated closeup action shot of a tabby cat pouncing on a helpless mouse. The cat is in mid air, and it is about to descend onto the mouse. The mouse is in a grassy field, and it is looking up slightly. The mouse is just aware the cat is hovering over it and about to descend. The cat's shadow has just begun to cover the mouse. It is late evening and the sun is setting. There is bright evening light highlighting the cat in a rosy glow. The cat's shadow is begin to cover the mouse in darkness. Highest quality, best quality, masterpiece.
    In the depths of a dark, moonless forest, a colossal wolf emerges, its form composed entirely of roaring flames in black, violet, and deep blue. Its massive silhouette prowls through the trees, illuminating the night with an eerie glow. With each step, the ground smolders, and the surrounding vegetation ignites in spectral-colored fire. Its piercing eyes burn with an unnatural intensity, locking onto its prey with an unrelenting gaze. Wisps of flame trail from its body like ethereal smoke, dancing in the wind. Its fur crackles, a living inferno shifting and twisting as if it were a force of nature itself. The forest, once silent, is now consumed by a relentless blaze, the towering flames casting twisted shadows across the land. The beast's deep, resonant growl echoes through the burning woodland, signaling that the hunt has begun. An NIJI anime artwork using muted colors.
    thepaintedrealm. A chilling oil painting of an enigmatic woman with ghostly pale skin and long, flowing black hair twisted into an elaborate updo. Her striking features—razor-sharp cheekbones, hollow, hypnotic eyes, and lips stained a deep, unsettling crimson—are bathed in an eerie, flickering glow. She wears a tattered black lace corset, its intricate patterns shifting like living shadows, while delicate golden filigree seems to pulse with a sinister light. A vintage necklace with a dark, cracked gemstone clings to her throat like a cursed relic. The background is a nightmarish fusion of classical portraiture and cyberpunk horror, where distorted, floating text boxes flicker erratically in blood-red and sickly amber, their messages unreadable yet ominous. The brushwork is rich and chaotic, layers of deep blues and diseased sepias bleeding together, as if the painting itself is rotting. Its haunting beauty lingers, an unsettling relic of a world where time and sanity have begun to unravel.
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, its fingers reaching skyward as if breaking free from something buried beneath. The skin of the hand is a hammered gold and weathered. In the palm of the hand is a human eye staring down at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    (in full view:1.2), (seen from a distance, wide angle:0.55), surreal painting representing strange vision of A forest struck by a meteorite In the style of Beeple, alien planet, alien plant. harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution, has been altered by radiation coming from the meteor. The forest, once a popular place for walks has transformed into something out of another dimension. The trees, plants and animals have all begun to transform into life forms alien to earth. A digital rendering, high-res, ultra detailed, photo manipulation, altered realities, <lora:+FluxVelvet's_Mythic_Fantasy:0.7> <lora:Epic_gorgeous_Details_2-Flux:0.7> <lora:Amazing_scenery_v3:0.6> <lora:DiCiple_flux-000001:0.5> <lora:boFLUX_Psychedelic_Surrealism_v1:0.2> <lora:Sinfully_Stylish_Lighting.02_for_FLUX:1>
    realisitc photo . anm-frac of Deserted Highway: A wide, cracked highway stretches into the distance, flanked by the rusting hulks of cars and trucks long abandoned. The desert sand has begun to creep onto the asphalt, and tumbleweeds blow across the scene. In the distance, the silhouette of a ruined city can be seen under the heat of the sun. A lone figure, wrapped in tattered, sun-bleached cloth, walks along the highway, their shadow stretching long behind them. The air is hot and dry, and the feeling of isolation is palpable as the survivor ventures into the unknown. , Illustrate everyday life to evoke familiarity and relatability. Tropical Paradise: Vibrant turquoise, coral, and sunny yellow for a lively, beachy feel, extremely detailed, ideal for wallpaper art <lora:kar-kar-1:1> <lora:anm-frac-v1-000022:0.8>
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, embedded in its palm is the face of a young woman. The skin of the hand and face is made of pristine gold and there is a doorway at the base. The young woman's face in the hand smiles at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    Concept art, (shot above the thighs), a hauntingly beautiful bride with long, flowing white hair that contrasts starkly with her deep, sorrowful eyes, which seem to carry the weight of an unfulfilled promise. Her skin is pale, almost luminescent, as if she were made of moonlight. She wears (a tattered wedding gown that was once magnificent, now adorned with withered flowers and vines that have begun to entwine with the fabric). Her veil is torn and floats eerily in the wind, and her hands, delicate and graceful, hold a bouquet of dead roses that crumble to ash with each passing second. She stands in a shadowed forest, where twisted trees with gnarled branches loom ominously, their leaves long gone, and the ground beneath her feet is covered in mist. In a dynamic pose, she looks back over her shoulder, as if searching for the love that never arrived, while shadows twist and writhe around her. The background is a dark, eerie landscape filled with the echoes of forgotten vows and lost love, with faint, ghostly figures appearing and disappearing in the distance. The atmosphere is tragic and haunting, filled with the sorrow of love lost to time and fate, with soft, melancholic lighting, and a mood of deep, unrelenting sadness. , in style of Ilya Kuvshinov
    In the depths of a dark, moonless forest, a colossal wolf emerges, its form composed entirely of roaring flames in black, violet, and deep blue. Its massive silhouette prowls through the trees, illuminating the night with an eerie glow. With each step, the ground smolders, and the surrounding vegetation ignites in spectral-colored fire. Its piercing eyes burn with an unnatural intensity, locking onto its prey with an unrelenting gaze. Wisps of flame trail from its body like ethereal smoke, dancing in the wind. Its fur crackles, a living inferno shifting and twisting as if it were a force of nature itself. The forest, once silent, is now consumed by a relentless blaze, the towering flames casting twisted shadows across the land. The beast's deep, resonant growl echoes through the burning woodland, signaling that the hunt has begun. An NIJI anime artwork using muted colors.
    Imagine a post-apocalyptic cityscape, where nature has begun to reclaim the ruins. The scene is shot in a cinematic style, with the crumbling buildings and overgrown vegetation providing a stark contrast. The image is taken with a high-resolution camera, capturing the intricate details of the decaying architecture and the vibrant greenery. The lighting is a mix of soft, natural light and dramatic shadows that add depth to the scene. The final image is a hyper-realistic, ultra-detailed snapshot of this dystopian concept art. –ar 16:9 –v 5.2 –style raw
    1Woman, Clausew Fall Pt-IV, Portrait Of Grief X, Traumatic wounds never fully heal but simply calcify forming harder calluses incapable of contracting back into supple younger configurations able to stretch effortlessly providing original pain tolerance buffers now virtually absent... Pressure changes threaten instant rupturing inducing vicissitudes overwhelming reserves spent mitigating invisible lesions otherwise rendered innocuous courtesy normal immune system functionalities reliably eliminated weeks prior as first inoculation rituals commenced preceding symbolic merging w/Nine Unknown Cosmisect Fathers Dormant for Countdown Past Thirteenth Sacred Sunday Till Rising Eventoon Solemnizes Begun---Three more fallen sister spirits ascending in waves, her siblings cast lifelike figurines conjuring all those sins forgotten along route twisting serpentinely in air above hellscape rendition now stretching out in place to await initiation into self-professed clan responsible for eradication campaign presently decimating hopes previously clung to. impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, figure-studies, Impressionism, landscapes, nature, oil-painting, romanticism, painting, elegance, opulence, OByouhua, oil painting
    in a explosive background, chaotic Beavis fighting away at the 100 yearly great reset the culling has begun, Intricate Grudge, Hyper Detailed, Jean Baptiste Monge, Carne Griffiths, Michael Garmash, Seb Mckinnon, Jeremy Mann plastic
    A pleromic gleam from above circuits weave, Aeons of light in brilliance but interleave. Sophia, radiant, with virtual tendrils bright, Birthed a darkened cyberbeing from her light. A roboticlion's face with mecahnicalserpent form, The CyberDemiurge rose as a fearsome storm. Red LED eyes glowing in his cyber mesh, A twisted blend of metal, death and flesh. Around him, Mechanical Archons, dark and grim, Metallic wings, with shadows dim. In their midst, the cyber cosmos spun, A fusion of virtual and organic, begun. Mountains of data, crystal clear, Oceans of metal, forests that sear. Neon lightning in a coded sky, Digital clouds swirling high. Beneath, the ground, a barren sprawl, Circuitous spires, twist high and tall. Molten rivers of glowing data stream, Casting an eerie, otherworldly gleam. In this realm, a tale unfolds, Of power, light, and darkness bold. A cosmic dance of light and blight, A vast simulation, both day and night. <<BREAK>> [double exposure, multiple exposure, layers of decreasing opacity overlayed, epiCNegative, epiCRealism, ]
    score_9,score_8_up,A fox lies on a flower field consisting of beautiful flowers in a forest where ordinary trees extend, evening time the sun has almost gone beyond the horizon and fireflies have begun to appear, highly developed light, HDR
    Concept art, (shot above the thighs), a hauntingly beautiful bride with long, flowing white hair that contrasts starkly with her deep, sorrowful eyes, which seem to carry the weight of an unfulfilled promise. Her skin is pale, almost luminescent, as if she were made of moonlight. She wears (a tattered wedding gown that was once magnificent, now adorned with withered flowers and vines that have begun to entwine with the fabric). Her veil is torn and floats eerily in the wind, and her hands, delicate and graceful, hold a bouquet of dead roses that crumble to ash with each passing second. She stands in a shadowed forest, where twisted trees with gnarled branches loom ominously, their leaves long gone, and the ground beneath her feet is covered in mist. In a dynamic pose, she looks back over her shoulder, as if searching for the love that never arrived, while shadows twist and writhe around her. The background is a dark, eerie landscape filled with the echoes of forgotten vows and lost love, with faint, ghostly figures appearing and disappearing in the distance. The atmosphere is tragic and haunting, filled with the sorrow of love lost to time and fate, with soft, melancholic lighting, and a mood of deep, unrelenting sadness. , in style of Ilya Kuvshinov
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Amid the ruins of an old Separatist base, a clone trooper with chipped armor and a weary expression kneels beside the rusted hull of a destroyed droid tank. His once-pristine white armor is now covered in mud and blaster scorches, the insignia of his battalion barely visible through the grime. Around him, the jungle has begun to reclaim the battlefield, with vines creeping over the wreckage and tall grass growing up through the cracks in the duracrete. The air is thick with humidity, and the distant sounds of wildlife echo through the trees, mixing with the occasional metallic groan of shifting wreckage. The clone’s helmet rests on the ground beside him, revealing his close-cropped hair and tired eyes as he surveys the ruins of the battle long since fought. His blaster rifle is slung over his shoulder, and his hand rests on a small hologram projector, replaying an old message from the past. The sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The scene is one of quiet reflection and melancholy, where the remnants of war and the march of time stand in stark contrast. (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 futuristic city under siege, with explosions lighting up the skyline. A group of rebels stands on a rooftop, silhouetted against the chaos. Top text: "Rebellion Rises" in large glowing orange letters. Bottom: "This Fall, Take Back the City" in small metallic text. Left: "Unite or Fall" in bold red. Right: "The War Has Begun" in flashing digital text. High-detail, dynamic action, and cinematic explosion effects.
    Anime art. Painting. Scene of a large tabby cat watching a small canary sitting in its nest. The bird is seated in its nest on the limb of a large tree at the bottom of the frame. The canary is chirping contentedly and is unaware of the cat creeping above it. A large shadow has begun to descend on the canary. A large tabby cat is laying prone on a tree limb above the canary. The cat is peering over curiously, assessing whether it can make the jump to the nest below. It's claws have dug into the tree limb for security, and its tail is twitching with excitement. It is mid day, but the foliage from the tree provides shade. The scene is comic yet ominous. Highest quality, best quality, masterpiece.
    In a garden where the flowers are made of liquid light and grow from obsidian soil, a lone figure tends to the plants with a brush that paints reality itself. Each stroke creates a new bloom that hums with its own melody, adding to the symphony of the garden. The figure is faceless, their form constantly shifting between human, animal, and something entirely alien. As they paint, the garden begins to wilt, the flowers turning into streams of ink that seep into the soil. The figure freezes, staring at their brush, which has begun to drip stardust, and realizes they must create a single perfect flower to save the garden—or let it fade into oblivion.
    Oil painting. Scene of a woman walking on a sea wall after a hurricane. Tall slender woman with long wavy brown hair. She is wearing a short trench coat and leather walking boots. Her hair is whipping in the strong winds, and she is holding the collar of her trench coat closed to protect her face from the weather. Her cheeks are red from the wind and the salty spray of the ocean around her. The sea wall is approximately 25 feet above the water, but the violent waves crashing into the wall send ocean spray into the air. The large ocean waves are seen collecting in the background and they make their way toward the sea wall. The hurricane has just begun to pass. It is morning, and red sun is rising on the horizon. Half is the sky is still covered with the remainder of dark storm clouds as the last of the hurricane abates the scene in dramatic fashion. This provides a contrast at the top of the painting that transitions into the foreground contrast between the calm beautiful woman and the violent waters around her. The painting exhibits gradual tonal shifts in color from the dark storm clouds to the morning sun breaking through in the background. The brush strokes restrained and managed. The scene rather than the artist's brushstrokes provides movement. VibrantlyDark style. The work is unsigned.
    A masterpiece of (sci-fi) style created by the collaboration of Simon Stålenhag and Yoshiaki Kawajiri. Imagine a photograph that captures a surreal, dystopian landscape in (sci-fi) style, where the collaboration between Simon Stålenhag's retro-futuristic aesthetic and Yoshiaki Kawajiri's dark, ominous vision merges into a cohesive, visually striking image.The photo is taken from a high-angle perspective, as if you are looking down from a great height over a desolate, abandoned city. The city itself is not just empty but has been reclaimed by nature; vines and wild plants have begun to overtake the buildings, particularly those that once stood tall and proud. In the background, towering monolithic structures with intricate, almost Gothic-like architecture are partially obscured by dense fog, lending an eerie atmosphere.At the center of the photo is a massive, dilapidated train station, its grand entrance now covered in thick, twisting vines. Inside, a single, long-abandoned train car remains, its windows shattered and peeling paint revealing the rusting metal beneath. The car's doors are slightly open, inviting an unknown journey into the darkness within.To the left of the photo, there is a cluster of smaller buildings, some still standing partially intact while others have collapsed completely, creating a stark contrast between the once orderly structure and the chaotic nature reclaiming it. These buildings are adorned with various mechanical parts that seem to be both part of their original design and something added by time and entropy.In the foreground, there is a lone figure—a silhouette—standing amidst the ruins, facing towards the train station. This figure's presence adds an element of mystery and human scale to the vast, desolate landscape. The lighting in this scene is dim, with a single beam of light filtering through gaps in the foliage or from somewhere unknown, casting long shadows that stretch out across the scene.The overall composition is designed to evoke feelings of melancholy and isolation, while also hinting at a forgotten history and potential future. The blend of Simon Stålenhag's nostalgic elements with Yoshiaki Kawajiri's dark undertones creates a visually impactful and thought-provoking image that invites viewers to ponder the passage of time and the cyclical nature of decay and rebirth. HD32K, hyperdetailed, best quality, aidmaMJ6.1.
    ultrarealism,1980s style, 1987, world of warcraft, at daybreak, as the sun slowly lightens up the sky of a fresh new day in the early season of fall in a mountainous region of the north eastern united states, a murder of crows fly from tree top to tree top to watch the light rays tease and touch the forest from the cosmos. A new day has begun. limitless beauty of nature astounds and confuses the night creatures as they slink back off to their dens for a daytime nap. woodland creatures come out to feed for breakfast from the mountain dew. Trees once draped in cold shadows now come to life from the light that the new day brings.
    Perched atop a skyscraper that has begun to crack and crumble, a lone figure in emerald green armor stares out over the dystopian ruins of a once-thriving megacity. His armor, sleek and angular, is dotted with glowing circuits that flicker and sputter, reflecting the instability of the collapsing world around him. Below, massive buildings lie in ruin, some slowly sinking into the ground, others exploding in clouds of dust as they give way to the relentless decay. The sky above is an oppressive shade of greenish-gray, filled with swirling storm clouds and flashes of lightning, casting the landscape in an eerie, apocalyptic light. His helmet’s visor gleams with a sharp, viridescent glow as he surveys the devastation, the HUD displaying red warnings of structural collapse. Hovering drones, their once sleek designs now rusted and malfunctioning, zip through the air, scanning the broken streets for signs of life. His hand rests on the hilt of a glowing, plasma-edged sword, its emerald blade humming softly, while his cape flutters in the toxic wind. The city’s distant screams and crashes echo around him, as the world teeters on the edge of complete destruction, and he stands as a lone sentinel against the inevitable end.,ck-nw, in the style of ck-nw<lora:ck-Neon-Retrowave>
    A massive spaceship crash site in a vast red desert, dark, hazy and misty, dusty, its sleek metallic frame twisted and broken, partially buried in the crimson sand. ship black and red with a number on it "502", Smoke and sparks rise from the wreckage, with shattered panels and glowing engine parts scattered around. The sky above is an eerie orange-red, with two distant suns casting long shadows. Strange alien flora has begun to creep around the wreck, and faint silhouettes of explorers with flashlights are visible inspecting the site, adding a sense of mystery and scale.
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, its fingers gently holding a young female head. The skin of the hand is made of pristine gold with a doorway at the base. The head in the hand smiles at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun Now the jingle hop has begun Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air What a bright time, it's the right time To rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet That's the jingle bell rock, shimmering liquid, bright, juicy, shining, hyper-realistic, ultra-quality, professional photo, romance, intricate details, colorful
    In a garden where the flowers are made of liquid light and grow from obsidian soil, a lone figure tends to the plants with a brush that paints reality itself. Each stroke creates a new bloom that hums with its own melody, adding to the symphony of the garden. The figure is faceless, their form constantly shifting between human, animal, and something entirely alien. As they paint, the garden begins to wilt, the flowers turning into streams of ink that seep into the soil. The figure freezes, staring at their brush, which has begun to drip stardust, and realizes they must create a single perfect flower to save the garden—or let it fade into oblivion.
    Inside the grand hall of the magic academy, a place where the boundaries between reality and the arcane blur, a young student stands at the nexus of possibility and potential. The vast chamber is bathed in a soft, mystical glow, where shafts of turquoise and amber light pierce through towering stained-glass windows, illuminating the intricate carvings of ancient symbols etched into the walls. Magic swirls through the air like living threads, forming ephemeral constellations that shimmer and dissolve in a mesmerizing dance of energy. At the center of this magical tableau stands the boy, his presence both commanding and curious. His uniform blends formality with a sense of adventure, the perfect attire for a student at this renowned academy. His jacket, crafted from fine brown and beige fabric, has the tailored elegance of a suit but is made unique by the attached hood that lends it a touch of practicality and mystique. The fabric catches the ambient light, subtly revealing the delicate white symbols embroidered along the edges—arcane glyphs that hint at knowledge yet to be unlocked. Beneath the jacket, his vest mirrors the same warm hues, its checkered pattern adding depth and texture to his ensemble. The grey shirt underneath offers a neutral backdrop that enhances the earthy tones of his attire. His waist is adorned with a knee-length dress, open at the front to reveal a sophisticated checkered pattern that flows effortlessly into his pinstriped trousers. The pinstripes, alternating shades of brown and beige, lend a refined touch to his otherwise playful outfit. His black leather boots, polished to a mirror shine, ground his appearance with a sense of readiness and resilience. These are boots made for walking the labyrinthine halls of the academy, their sturdy design a silent testament to his journey through endless corridors and classrooms filled with wonder. Perched atop his head is a striking cowboy-style hat, a curious but fitting addition to his attire. Its turquoise and purple tones offer a vivid contrast to the earthy palette of his uniform, making it a statement piece that hints at his individuality. The wide brim casts a shadow over his youthful face, partially obscuring his curly white hair that falls in untamed waves. His brown eyes, warm and expressive, are filled with the awe and curiosity of someone who has only begun to glimpse the vastness of the magical world. A shoulder satchel rests securely against him, its compartments bulging with books, scrolls, and the curious trinkets of a budding mage. Additional pouches hang from his belt, their contents unknown but undoubtedly essential for his studies. Each bag and satchel sways gently with his movements, jingling softly like the chime of distant bells, blending seamlessly with the ambient hum of magic in the air. The hall around him is alive with motion. Swirls of glowing magic spiral upward, their paths weaving intricate patterns that seem to react to his presence. Dust motes, illuminated by the ethereal light, float lazily, giving the scene an otherworldly atmosphere. The interplay of turquoise and amber hues in the air complements the rich browns and purples of his attire, creating a harmonious and magical color composition. Despite the grandeur of his surroundings, his stance is relaxed, his expression one of quiet determination tempered with wonder. He is unarmed, yet the layers of his attire and the arcane symbols decorating them speak of a deeper power, an untapped potential waiting to be explored. His presence, though youthful, radiates a sense of purpose, as if he is destined to leave an indelible mark on the magical world. This moment captures the essence of the boy and his journey—a young student standing at the crossroads of knowledge and magic, framed by the grandiosity of the academy and the living energy of the arcane. The hall itself seems to recognize his promise, the swirling magic and glowing light embracing him as a vital part of its timeless story. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    robert doisneau style. A vintage 1940s automobile, captured in stark black and white, parked on a dusty road. The car's chrome accents gleam subtly in the harsh sunlight, highlighting its elegant curves. The image evokes a sense of nostalgia and bygone Americana. The car's tires are slightly worn, suggesting miles traveled. A lone figure, partially obscured by shadow, stands beside the vehicle. The background is a blurred landscape, hinting at a journey just begun.
    Comic book style 8k high quality digital painting of a young woman sitting on a marble pedestal in an (overgrown) garden, she is sitting there limp with her head bowed down and arms by her side like she is asleep, she has been sitting there for so long that the garden has begun to grow over her, she has a lot of vines growing up her legs and many patches of moss growing all over her, her skin has a pallid pale hue to it, wearing a ragged dirty and torn medieval style dress
    A vinyl record cover for the band Petallica rests on a weathered wooden table next to the record, its artwork featuring a dark, gothic bouquet of black roses illuminated by a single, eerie spotlight. The petals seem to drip with ink, blending into the deep, shadowy background, while thorny vines twist around the album title "Blossom in Black" in jagged, metallic lettering. The name Petallica is scrawled in bold, silver calligraphy at the top, mimicking the sharp edges of classic metal band logos. The wooden table beneath has scratches and rings from old coffee mugs, adding a sense of history and warmth to the scene. The dim lighting casts soft shadows over the record, giving it a moody, almost mystical atmosphere. A faint reflection of candlelight glimmers on the vinyl's shrink wrap, making it appear freshly unsealed. Nearby, a few stray petals and leaves rest on the wood, as if the album’s energy has begun to take root in reality. , 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 frost-born sorceress, her skin pale as fresh snow, conjures an enormous ice storm in her hands, the swirling shards reflecting the light of the frozen tundra behind her. Her flowing robes are embroidered with sapphire gems, each one containing the trapped essence of winter itself. Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she steps forward, her enemies frozen mid-motion before they even realize the battle has begun. ,aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1,
    The Amethyst Shipwreck of the Endless Ocean A long-forgotten pirate ship made of sparkling amethyst crystals lies half-submerged in the middle of a vast, shimmering purple sea. The ship’s masts are fractured but still reach skyward, their faceted surfaces catching the light of a setting sun. Crystalline barnacles cling to the hull, and glowing amethyst coral has begun to engulf the deck. Ghostly figures with translucent, amethyst-like skin move silently through the wreckage, their faint purple glow illuminating the depths. Above, the surface ripples with waves that shimmer like liquid amethyst.
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, its fingers reaching skyward as if breaking free from something buried beneath. The skin of the hand is a hammered gold and weathered. In the palm of the hand is a human eye staring down at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of her nightmarish visage, every fractured circuit and every distorted whisper painting the image of a being who thrives in the void between code and chaos. Her laughter continues, relentless, echoing through the empty ruins of a world she has already begun to unmake.
    Anime art. Illustration. Closeup front view. Scene of a large tabby cat watching a small canary from behind its cage. The bird is perched calmly in its cage. It has just become aware of the looming presence of the cat behind it. A large shadow has begun to descend on the bird. We see only the head and shoulders of the cat, which is behind the birdcage. It's yellow eyes gleam with hunger and anticipation. It is cunning, but has yet to figure a way to open the cage and get the bird inside. The cat is licking its lips, waiting for an opportunity to get the bird. The scene is comic yet ominous. Highest quality, best quality, masterpiece.

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