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    In an intense and gripping extreme close-up, a single eye glistens with an unsettling sheen, reflecting a sprawling dystopian city where towering skyscrapers are crumbling under the weight of a relentless digital virus. The cityscape is a chaotic tapestry of pixelated fragments and shimmering data streams, as vivid neon lights flicker and distort, creating a jarring contrast against the backdrop of darkened clouds swirling ominously overhead. As the camera gradually pulls back, the intricate details of the eye become less pronounced, revealing the face of a person who is transfixed by the unfolding digital anarchy on their screen. Their skin, illuminated by the eerie glow of the holographic displays surrounding them, betrays a blend of fascination and dread, with wide eyes reflecting both awe and horror at the impending collapse of reality as they know it. The room itself is a chaotic sanctuary of technology, filled with vibrant holographic projections that dance erratically, depicting similar scenes of digital decay happening across the globe. The air is thick with a sense of urgency and impending doom, as the ambient sounds of buzzing electronics and faint static create a high-tech symphony of anxiety. The room is cluttered with cables and illuminated panels, each display glitching intermittently, serving as a haunting reminder of the fragile border between the digital world and the tangible one. The entire atmosphere is imbued ,detailmaximizer,Midjourney_Whisper
    basquiat, painting of singing Harley Quinn. She has her eyes closed as she gleefully sings into a vintage microphone. The colorful text made with letters of different colors and funny looking font reads: "you’ll never know how this heart of mine is breaking" and "it looks so hopeless but then, life use to be so placid, won’t you please put down that acid and say that we’re sweethearts again!" Twisty music notes decorate the image.
    A computer. A recording. Not a person. You slow down your breathing, close your eyes and attempt understanding. You can't. You can't: she is stating numbers, and words like anthropometric examination results, audiometry test, cardiovascular check, de-vitrification process. You don' know what they mean. This brings about another emotion: despair. A flash of understanding, despite everything: you are trapped inside some kind of metal tomb, with nothing but a blue light and a recorded voice speaking nonsense for company. This is not where you are supposed to be, this is not right. You are not supposed to be here. The absolute certainty of this weighs down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. You sit stock still, the same thought bouncing around the void of your consciousness. The voice goes quiet. The light grows dimmer, slowly, almost imperceptibly. You blink into the descending darkness, still holding on to the plastic edges of your tub. You are not where you are supposed to be. You feel your muscles shake, at first subtly, then with increased force. Holding on is all you can do. Breathing is all you can do. You close your eyes again and try again, grabbing on to this tiny sliver of understanding. You are not where you are supposed to be. You must get out. If you do not get out, you will die. Then it hits you – the reason understanding will not come. You open your eyes again, gasping. Who am I?
    Close up headshot, DSLR photo, side view, from above, high angle shot, chiaroscuro lighting dramatic lighting, realistic shading, old Arab woman, age 82, wearing a gold embroidered burgundy hijab, head bent down, looking up at the viewer out of the corner of her eyes, tear on her cheek, extremely detailed skin, age spots on skin, skin wrinkles, skin pores, skin mole, extremely detailed hair, grey sparse hair, vellus, intelligent eyes, extremely detailed brown eyes, intelligent expression, a knowing look, sad, heartbroken over a loss. Extremely realistic and detailed teeth that have yellowed with age, detailmaximizer. She is looking directly at the viewer with an intense expression
    A dramatic close-up render of a seagull and crow gasping with surprise looking at the viewer while standing by a bagel on a outdoor dining table. Everyone knows birds are a government construct used to spy on their own citizens. The words "BIRDS AREN'T REAL" is written in ArtDecoFont across the top <lora:Art_Deco_Font:1>, propaganda poster
    A captivating close-up image of M4RGU1E, a woman with cascading raven-black hair, her expressive eyes radiating an enigmatic allure as she locks gaze with the viewer. The setting is a dimly lit, opulent Victorian parlor, where a single shaft of moonlight illuminates her face and a vintage, intricately embroidered, blood-red velvet gown clings to her slender form. She stands alone, her delicate hand cradling an antique porcelain mask, a hint of a knowing smile playing on her lips, evoking an air of mystery and intrigue that captivates the senses.
    On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light In flames of death’s eternal reign, we ride towards the fight When the darkness has fallen down The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores On the blackest plains in hell’s domain, we watch them as they go In fire and pain, now once again, we know So now we fly ever free We’re free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight As the red day is dawning And the lightning cracks the sky They’ll raise their hands to the heavens above With resentment in their eyes Running back through the mid-morning light There’s a burning in my heart Through the fire and the flames, we carry on
    Can you feel me? Deeper! Deeper! The minister of atmospheric delights takes command of the congregation with wave forms like sonic psalms. Beyond the confines of body and mind or nation, conscious sensation. This moving meditation, rhythms awaken your internal universe. The high priest and priestesses of harmonic convergence enlighten the true believers with their terminal sound. Deeper! Deeper! Audio alchemy, vibrational healing frequencies spiraling other dimensions entered by your intention. Open yourself like a present to the present. Can you feel me? Transcend the earthly plane to the eternal energy flow, moving fast or slow as you glow and you grow. In this celestial celebration, reverberation. Sacred geometry, the wave forms transform your soul, make you whole. Let go of all you think you know, and dive into the nothingness where all that matters is where god and spirit lives as we dance on this heavenly body around the sun we melt into the wild.
    In a gritty, noir-inspired setting of a dimly lit speakeasy, M4RGU1E, a woman with raven black hair cascading down her shoulders, sits poised and mysterious on the edge of a red velvet booth, her deep brown eyes locked onto the viewer. Her attire, a sophisticated blend of vintage glamour and modern edge, consists of a sleek black leather shirt adorned with intricate silver studs, the fabric hugging her figure flawlessly. A pair of large, dangling silver earrings catch the soft glow from the nearby table lamps, casting an ethereal shimmer across her face. The camera angles low, capturing her from a slightly elevated position, creating an air of intimacy and intrigue as she continues to stare intently at the viewer, her lips parted ever so slightly, hinting at a secret only she knows.
    A weary superhero rests in a weathered wooden coffin, eyes closed, as dark stormy clouds gather above, illuminated by flashes of lightning that cast an eerie glow on his torn and dusty suit. The faint crescent moon casts an ominous light on the heroic emblem on his chest, a reminder of his unwavering dedication. The coffin's surface is cracked and worn, adorned with intricate carvings that tell the story of countless battles and quests. The air is heavy with foreboding, a mix of rain and ozone hanging in the atmosphere as each drop on his face seems suspended in time. His hand clutches a sword or shield, its shape indistinct due to the shadow cast by his profile. Yet, it's clear that this is an object he would never relinquish. The scene evokes an old painting, with rich and muted colors, dramatic lighting, and heavy shadows that create deep contrast. The overall mood is one of resignation, as if the superhero knows his time has come but still holds onto hope and determination. The theme revolves around mortality and heroism, a struggle between surrendering to fate and fighting on, even when all seems lost.
    In the middle of a swirling cosmic storm, a lone starship captain stands on the deck of her battered vessel, gazing out into the chaos as streaks of violet lightning crackle across the void. Her gloved hand grips the ship’s railing as the surrounding asteroids begin to pulse with an unnatural glow, slowly transforming into crystalline monoliths that shimmer in the dark expanse. The captain’s face is illuminated by the eerie, iridescent light, her eyes reflecting the shifting energy of the storm. Behind her, the crew scrambles to secure the ship, their movements quick but controlled, knowing that something far beyond their understanding is unfolding. The scene captures the intensity of space exploration with a mystical twist, evoking the cosmic wonder of classic sci-fi like Dune, blended with the surreal elegance of artists like Simon Stalenhag.MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    illustration of a pineapple with a curling banner wrapped around it, text on the banner that says "I know that you know", tattoo art, americana, simple background
    A hyper-realistic, unsettling close-up portrait fusing two enigmatic figures into a single, otherworldly being. The spectral, all-knowing cyborg emerges with a smooth, glowing surface of advanced technology, its face featureless yet alive with intricate digital patterns. Electric blue lines pulse across its surface, shifting and morphing like a living neural network, suggesting an existence within a vast interconnected web. Hollow eyes radiate an eerie, ethereal quality, as if seeing beyond the physical realm, and glowing circuits blend seamlessly into its surroundings, a deep gradient from white to pale blue filled with subtle digital glitches hinting at higher intelligence. From the shadows of this cybernetic form, the rugged presence of a slightly muscular man emerges as a faint duality. His unkempt hair falls like strands of static across the glowing face, revealing one piercing eye that gleams with intensity. A sly, mischievous grin hints at a dangerous charisma, contrasting with the pastel-colored T-shirt and oversized vintage black headphones resting heavily against the figure’s sleek, technological frame. The pale monitor glow casts an eerie light over both organic and digital textures, blending the rugged and the spectral into a single captivating, otherworldly presence. The result is an unnerving harmony of man and machine, a haunting observer that feels alive yet unreachably distant.
    This happens without knowing the truth You sculpted the body, put it on the line Love, which did not want this Stay with you and flew away Where no one ever suffers To those who will never know Love made of plastic, unknown race Love is the color of pain, She moaned and screamed so much that I felt it in my body. Full length view. Little funny robot, porcelain face and head, big turquoise eyes, beautiful eyes, Best quality, relief, dark gothic, conceptual art, Psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, sinister, oil painting, thin flowing lines. Long strokes, light delicate shadows, + 36.5 mm f0 cinematic quality, + Peter Elson style, Alexei Maleev, Ryohei Hase, Rafael Sanzio, Pino Daeni, Charlie Bowett, Albert Joseph Peno, Ray Caesar,
    digital artwork by Beksinski, vibrant colors, DnD_Grainyboyz, grainy, noise, 1970’s dark fantasy artwork, dark cyberpunk art, masterpiece, retro style, blue theme, purple theme, In your world of miracles There's a huge wall, A Freak lives behind it He knows millions of nonsenses, If you believe in them Everything will change, inconceivably, Will change,
    a digital illustration of, an ornate library with towering shelves stretching up toward a domed ceiling, where a group of owls, each donning monocles and scholarly robes, are deep in discussion over an ancient, glowing manuscript laid out on a table carved from dark mahogany, their feathers ruffle with excitement as they argue over the meaning of the symbols within the book, each owl gesticulating with its wings in intellectual fervor, the oldest owl, his plumage tinged with silver, peers down through a magnifying glass, the reflection of the text glowing eerily in his wide, knowing eyes, chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting flickering light over the room, which is filled with the scent of old parchment and ink, as a fire crackles quietly in the corner, adding to the academic atmosphere of heated debate<lora:Illustration concept variant 2.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    The wild is fading, its last guardians standing against the encroaching tide of steel and smoke. A lion and a tigress remain, their presence both powerful and vulnerable in a world that no longer belongs to them. The lion, a sovereign of the untamed, carries the weight of his lineage in every movement. His golden mane, thick and radiant, catches the dying light, its strands rippling with a defiant glow. His amber eyes burn with something ancient—an unshaken spirit that refuses to bow, even as the thunderous roar of an approaching machine splits the air. The tigress, sleek and battle-worn, watches with sharp intensity. Her striped coat, once a perfect camouflage, now stands stark against the decaying remains of nature. Muscles coiled, ears attuned to the mechanical heartbeat of the world beyond, she senses what the lion already knows—there are fewer places left to run. Above, the rhythmic pulse of a helicopter shatters the silence, its relentless blades slicing through the poisoned sky. A spotlight glares through the thick haze, an unfeeling gaze scanning the last remnants of the wild. It does not see them as kings, as hunters, as legends. It sees only subjects to be recorded, data to be stored, an anomaly in a world now ruled by progress. Beyond, the land bears the scars of invasion. The river, once a pure and glistening artery of life, is now tainted with the sheen of industry. Its slow-moving waters carry the weight of chemical decay, reflecting not the stars, but the artificial glow of distant floodlights. The air, once filled with the whispers of trees and the scent of rain, now carries the acrid taste of smoke and iron. The jungle, shrinking with every passing day, stands in silent protest against a future it cannot stop. Yet the lion and the tigress remain. They do not flee. They do not yield. They are the last echoes of something greater—warriors of a kingdom erased by hands that will never understand what they have taken. And for this moment, they still exist. Not conquered. Not forgotten. Not yet. cinna flow, Simon Stalenhag Style
    This is a hyper-realistic, unsettling photograph of a spectral, all-knowing figure standing on a vast, glowing circuit board. The figure is cloaked in pure white, the fabric appearing impossibly smooth and otherworldly, almost like porcelain brought to life. The folds of the cloak suggest gentle motion, as though stirred by an unseen force, yet the figure itself stands perfectly still, exuding an eerie stillness. The circuit board beneath it is illuminated with faint, bluish light, intricate patterns of wires and components glowing like neural pathways. The high-resolution details reveal fine dust particles hovering in the air, adding to the atmosphere's tangibility. The background fades into an ethereal white void, giving the impression that this apparition exists both within and beyond our reality. The figure has no face, only a featureless, polished surface that reflects faint, distorted images of the circuit board, evoking an aura of omniscience. Despite its serene, angelic appearance, an unshakable sense of unease permeates the scene, as though this entity sees and knows everything, its presence a harbinger of some unfathomable truth.
    A highly detailed, photorealistic close-up portrait of a noble Chinese-themed storm sorceress with a dragon's essence, transformed into a beautiful woman with flowing silver hair that cascades elegantly down her shoulders. Her piercing, stormy blue eyes hold a mystical glow, and her skin has a smooth, ethereal radiance, with subtle scales visible along her temples, hinting at her true dragon form. She wears ornate, ceremonial armor adorned with intricate silver and jade accents, and her high collar and flowing silk robes are embroidered with swirling cloud and lightning motifs. Her expression is one of calm authority, with a subtle yet knowing smile. Delicate silver earrings in the shape of dragons dangle from her ears, complementing her aristocratic appearance. with soft lightning illuminating one side of her face, casting dramatic shadows to enhance her regal, otherworldly presence medieval, fantasy, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:.75> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8>
    Neon lights flicker as she sits atop a sleek anti-gravity control module, her body glowing with blue-tinted transparency, refracting colors like shattered glass. The low angle captures her dominance, her long legs crossed, the sharp slit of her bodysuit revealing smooth, luminous skin. The shimmering silver fabric clings tightly, barely covering her curves, sheer panels teasing glimpses of what lies beneath. A thin holographic cape drapes over her shoulders, shifting between violet and amber as it flutters. Her jet-black French bob frames fierce black eyes, lined in electric blue, her glossy red lips slightly parted in a knowing smirk. Chrome vambraces with glowing magenta circuits wrap around her wrists, her fingers resting lightly on the plasma dagger strapped to her thigh. Her futuristic gladiator boots, lined with cyan LED accents, press against the chrome surface. The lime-green sky above swirls with white clouds, while shifting shadows dance across her body, heightening the tension. She tilts her head, eyes locking onto her unseen prey—sensual, provocative, and dangerously in control. in the style of cksc,
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    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
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    Papercut Art of An enchanting woman with fiery red hair stands at the window of a mystic iridescent tower, overlooking a vast, enchanted forest. She wears a flowing, translucent gown that catches the light of the setting sun, revealing the silhouette of her voluptuous figure. Her green eyes, filled with both power and passion, seem to pierce through the viewer. She holds a glowing crystal in her hand, its light reflecting in her eyes, and her lips are curled in a knowing smile, as if she holds a secret only she can reveal.
    Close up headshot, DSLR photo, side view, from above, high angle shot, chiaroscuro lighting dramatic lighting, realistic shading, gladiator woman, age 24, wearing a gold embroidered armor, head bent down, looking up at the viewer out of the corner of her eyes, piercing on ear, extremely detailed skin, skin wrinkles, skin pores, extremely detailed hair, intelligent eyes, extremely detailed silver eyes, intelligent expression, a knowing look, serious. Extremely realistic and detailed teeth, detailmaximizer. She is looking directly at the viewer with an intense expression
    A majestic oil painting depicting Minerva, the embodiment of femininity and wise motherhood, set against a soft, earthy background with undertones of sage green and terracotta. The goddess stands regally, her facial features strong yet gentle, with prominent cheekbones, a subtle nose, and full lips that curve into a knowing smile, showcasing a warm, golden skin tone. Her long, dark hair cascades down her back, intertwined with vines and flowers, symbolizing her connection to nature. She wears a flowing, ivory-colored robe, intricately embroidered with leaves and symbols of wisdom, draped elegantly across her shoulders and hips. In her right hand, she grasps a staff, adorned with a glowing, crystal orb that radiates a soft, ethereal light. The overall style is reminiscent of Renaissance art, with subtle, expressive brushstrokes and a sense of volume that invites the viewer to step into the serene, idyllic world of the painting.The overall color palette should include psychedelic colors Camera and Settings: Use a Canon EOS 5D Mark IV with a 24-70mm f/2.8 lens. Settings: ISO 100, aperture f/8, and shutter speed 1/125s to capture a sharp, vibrant image with a wide depth of field. The poster should have a slight grain effect to enhance the retro aesthetic.
    That sad day send you off, What am I waiting for? Silently sucking clouds in the sky, Sad afternoon, rain, cry goodbye. Know what to say at the moment of parting? Half earnest love half change, Half of summer fades on the street, yellow autumn half of this feeling. Leaves are always whispering words of leaves, Sadness still reminds me, Smoke lingers in the cold late night, Floating back to a faraway land. Tonight the rain falls silver moon fade, The deep heart of the street suddenly becomes long, The endless wind blows on the shoulders, Does the rain miss someone? 🌧️🌙 ink painting, ink art, splash, traditional media, classic painting, colorful, scenery, very aesthetic, epic, majestic, fantasy art, dreamy, perspective, moody, magical, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, vivid, vibrant, aidmamj6.1
    Incredibly beautiful girl with styled long straight black hair. Her eyes are purple. And her lips are pink, soft and plump. This is no ordinary woman, she is a noblewoman from a very rich family. She is dressed in a medieval fantasy outfit of an aristocrat. She knows her worth. Innocent, but yet alluringly attractive. <lora:Fluorescentizer FLUX B:0.7>,<lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.3>,<lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:1>,<lora:Cyber_Samuraji:0.3>,<lora:Mangaka_3012:0.7>,Mangaka style,<lora:Luminous_Shadowscape:0.3>,
    A squad of Stormtroopers stands in the foreground, their pristine white armor casting stark, imposing silhouettes against the vibrant hues of a breathtaking orange and pink sunset. The fading light bathes the entire scene in a melancholic, golden glow, with the sky painted in shades of amber, rose, and dusky violet. Their helmets, iconic and expressionless, reflect the sunset’s colors in subtle highlights, making them appear almost surreal—soldiers of an empire standing at the edge of twilight. Their formation is precise, disciplined, exuding the silent menace of enforcers who know only duty. Each trooper grips a blaster rifle, their postures rigid, ever watchful for unseen threats. The soft light glints off their armor, revealing scuff marks and subtle signs of battle wear—evidence of countless missions carried out in the name of order. The lead Stormtrooper, slightly ahead of the others, stands with an air of quiet authority, his visor catching the last rays of the sun. Behind them, mist swirls like creeping fog, shrouding their lower bodies and adding a ghostly presence to the scene. In the distance, the silhouette of a colossal black fortress emerges from the haze, its towering spires faint but unmistakable, standing as a dark and ominous reminder of the Empire’s reach. The air is thick with tension—charged with an unspoken threat—and yet there is an eerie stillness, as if the galaxy itself holds its breath. The warm sunset clashes with the cold, unyielding presence of the Stormtroopers, their rigid forms standing as a bridge between fleeting beauty and the relentless march of control.
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    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    An ethereal, glowing, ghostly, otherworldly presence of a woman like creature, with glowing silver strands of metallic hair, softly glowing in a dimly lit room. She has no skin, she is made up of ethereal tendrils of smoke, glowing plasma, light and mist that undulating and shifts, as if she exists between worlds, with soft, shimmering edges blending into the shadows. Her eyes are deep and luminous orbs, filled with warmth and mystery, as she gazes directly at you, her lips curved in something resembling a gentle, knowing smile. She is wrapped in a glowing, linen shroud. The room is bathed in a soft, mystical glow, with faint, swirling patterns of ethereal light surrounding her, adding to her supernatural allure. Floating through space. There is also a small woman in the room, with dark hair and dressed in a flowing red robe, looking up at the larger than life ethereal creature and basking in her glow.
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    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
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    *Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting* ral-granlum zavy-drkcnmtc aidmasoftglow Join in my child And listen digging through my old numb shadow My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking scabs again I'm down digging through My old muscles looking for a clue I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been I've been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in I wanna feel the changes coming down I wanna know what I've been hiding In my shadow My shadow Change is coming through again Shadow's closer to meaning I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions I wanna feel the change consume me Feel the outside turning in I wanna feel the metamorphosis and Cleansing I've endured in My shadow Change is coming Now is my time Listen to my muscle memory Contemplate what I've been clinging to Forty-six and two ahead of me I choose to live and to grow Take and give and to move Learn and love and to cry Kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie Hate and fear and to do What it takes to move through I choose to live and to lie Kill and give and to die Learn and love and to do What it takes to step through See my shadow changing Stretching up and over me Soften this old armor Hoping I can clear the way by Stepping through my shadow Coming out the other side Step into the shadow *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    Lord Rangifer of the North, closeup of an animal, a boopable snout, a gay reindeer in leather harness, time stands still in the everlasting winter, ancient samic witchcraft foresees the future, an exercise in flamboyance, an atmosphere of mystery, the all knowing eyes, the lord of chaos is a cute and fluffy being
    A 28 year old beautiful swashbuckler woman with long ginger hair stands on the deck of a ship looking off into the distance. Her slightly messy hair is braided into a single tail that drapes over her shoulder. Her face is fair, with freckles that accentuate her Irish heritage. The ambitious woman wears a smug expression, grinning confidently as if she alone knows a great secret. She eagerly awaits a great adventure and treasure beyond measure. She wears traditional swashbuckler clothing, a white blouse, with a laced leather vest, brown pants, a green sash at her waist, and knee high boots. On her head, she wears a trifold brown seafarer's hat. The sky features a gorgeous multicolored sunset with fluffy clouds. Her ship is at full sail, and a land can be seen in the distance. Sea spray crests behind her, sparkling in the waning sunlight. The scene is cinematic, framed with a medium close portrait shot, utilizing volumetric lighting, ambient occlusion, with extremely high definition details, in a digital art fantasy anime style. Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand, perfection style, mythp0rt,
    vibrant colors, DnD_Grainyboyz, grainy, noise, 1970’s dark fantasy artwork, dark cyberpunk art, In your world of miracles There's a huge wall, A Freak lives behind it He knows millions of nonsenses, If you believe in them Everything will change, inconceivably, Will change,
    Imagine a Minion with Predator's mask and scaly skin, and Assassin's Creed costume and hidden blade. His large, round eyes gleam with a mischievous spark, while his smile is a wicked, knowing grin. The Assassin's Creed costume is a dark, practical attire, complete with a hood and a hidden blade. The metal elements of the costume glint in the dim light, adding to the overall sense of danger and lethality. The Predator's mask adds a menacing touch to the Minion's already playful face. The atmosphere is dark and gritty, with a thick fog swirling around the Minion's feet. The colors are muted, with shades of black, gray, and brown dominating the palette. The lighting is dim, with long shadows stretching out across the ground. The overall effect is a photorealistic image that blends the characteristics of the different characters into a cohesive, menacing whole
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
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    Close-Up View, Horror-Tinged Dark Fantasy Style, Here's your prompt: In a mossy green clearing, bloodthirsty harpies with elongated limbs swoop down upon bone-armored berserkers, their cracked soul gems glowing with crimson lightning as a dying ember crackles in the heart of a cursed forge, where a forsaken prophecy unfolds its dark fate. Let me know if this meets your expectations!, newfantasycore, oil painted
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the heart of a smoldering battlefield littered with the broken weapons of fallen soldiers, a once-noble knight kneels before a shimmering, spectral figure dressed in black armor. The knight’s own armor is battered and scorched, his hands bloodied and shaking as he reaches for the obsidian sword offered to him by the ghostly figure. The sword pulses with a deep crimson light, as though it carries the essence of all the lives taken by it, and the air around it hums with dark energy. The battlefield is eerily silent, the cries of the dying and the clash of steel long gone, replaced by the low, seductive voice of the figure promising the knight endless victory, vengeance, and power. The knight’s face is gaunt and exhausted, his eyes hollow from the weight of the war, and yet there’s a flicker of hope, a dangerous desire for the strength to end his enemies once and for all. Above, storm clouds gather, swirling ominously as lightning flickers in the distance, casting the scene in harsh, flickering light. Behind the knight, the bodies of his comrades lie forgotten, their sacrifices fading from his mind as he is drawn deeper into the figure’s chilling offer. The sword is so close now, and with one simple choice, the knight knows he will either save or damn his soul forever. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
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    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A stark black-and-white portrait of a nun in prayer, her silhouette split down the middle by a yin-yang of crimson and bone-white. The image is corrupted with VHS static, her face glitching between devotion and damnation, while a floating black halo fractures into pixelated shards above her. Key Details: The Nun: Silhouette & Pose: Kneeling, hands clasped—but her fingers distort into barbed wire in the glitches. Face half-visible: One side serene, the other a skull emerging from digital noise. Habit & Halo: Tattered wimple unraveling into binary code (reads "FORGIVE ME" in ASCII). Black halo pixelating like a dying monitor, shedding crimson tears. The Yin-Yang Background: Red Side: Dripping wax forming hellish sigils. Faint outline of a inverted cross (only visible when zoomed). White Side: Finger-smudged chalk (a child’s drawing of angels). Scratches that animate when tilted (persistence of vision trick). The Glitch Effects: TV Static: Scan lines cut her neck like a garrote wire. Color bleed makes her lips flicker blood-red. Data Corruption: Morse code in the noise spells "SHE KNOWS". Frozen frames of a screaming mouth hidden in the pixels. Leibovitz Meets Cyber-Gothic: ✔ Sacred + Profane: Her rosary beads are USB drives. ✔ Hidden Text: The Lord’s Prayer glitches into a Google search history. ✔ Tactile Grain: The photo feels like burnt film stock. Pro Lighting: Kino Flo tubes (cold white) vs. candlelight (hot red) for dueling shadows. CRT monitor placed behind her to project real interference. Symbolism: Glitches = Faith in the digital age. Black Halo = Prayer as performance. Red/White = Sacrifice vs. purity.
    breathtaking selfie taken by a stupid idiot who really doesn't know what he's doing, depth of field, vignetting, masterpiece of art, dark background, funny, highest quality, 32k, intricate details, style of Anton Semenov
    a cat in boots in a florest, wearing a t-shirt that says "The shadow is a path of no return, once you know it, you can't go back"
    Ancient swamp hag witch, Norse-inspired. Weathered face etched with runes, eyes gleaming with eldritch wisdom. Matted gray hair adorned with crow feathers and bone beads. Gnarled hands clutch a staff of twisted driftwood, adorned with dangling totems. Draped in layers of tattered furs and woven reeds. Necklace of animal teeth and amber. Belt of pouches filled with herbs and stones. Bone flute and primitive drums hang at her side. Surrounded by mist-shrouded marshland. Gnarled trees loom overhead, branches like crooked fingers. Eerie blue wisps dance on stagnant water. In background: vague outline of a longhouse on stilts. Color palette: Muted earthy tones, deep greens, misty grays, with pops of amber and bone-white. Soft, diffused lighting with an otherworldly glow from marshfire. Expression: Intense, knowing gaze. Half-smile suggests dangerous secrets. Pose exudes ancient power and connection to primal forces.
    I wanna be with you always, because that's what my heart says. I want to be with you always, because you are my world in every way. Its the things that you do, its the sun on your face. As time goes by I know I'm in a better place, I'm in a better place., aidmafluxpro1.1
    CreepyCuteMagic, aidmafluxpro1.1, depict a regal flameskull-headed warrior with large, sparkling empty eye-sockets, she stands in an enchanted forest. Her elaborate, ornate glass armor gleams with vivid pinks, purples, and blues, adorned with metallic embellishments. Held by a brooch to her shoulder, her vibrant red and gold robes flow dramatically, covered in intricate embroidery. Beside her stands a massive spectral deltarune panther with translucent ultraviolet fur that glows in the dark. The rocky terrain is covered in swirling mist. The warrior's expression is both innocent and mischievous, as if she knows a secret. The lighting is ethereal, casting soft neon hues across the scene. The scene combines vibrant colors and exquisite textures, evoking a powerful harmony between human and beast in a stunning fantasy composition.
    Seated upon an obsidian throne within a ruined castle bathed in silver moonlight, Nerezza Vael, the Queen of the Withering Court, watches with a knowing smirk. Her midnight-black gown is woven from shadow itself, shifting and writhing as if alive. A crown of dark thorns rests atop her head, inlaid with onyx and amethyst gems that glimmer in the cold light. Her lips are stained crimson, a contrast to her ghostly pale skin. Around her, skeletal courtiers kneel in eternal fealty, their hollow eyes filled with undying devotion. In one hand, she holds a goblet filled with liquid darkness, and in the other, a dagger carved from a fallen star. The wind howls through the broken castle walls, carrying the echoes of her whispered curses. Gothic dark fantasy, high detail, moody atmosphere, dramatic lighting. <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5> <lora:FluxMythG0thicL1nes:0.6> <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano:0.6>
    red and white and blue and grey, I made my home in a ten-ton bomb And I was so happy with 28 years of free falling She was born in a tenement walk-up With hair for nerves you know she never learned to talk to adults She said Everything's easier in here Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too But the best we could do is to enter the void Like a wide-eyed girl waking up to the noise of East Harlem Don’t they see that we’re starving Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too And we stole the car on the 4th of July I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night I’ve come to look for America too, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    extremely photorealistic ultra-detailed, An intense, photorealistic photography scene of Regina planting explosive charges in a vital control room deep within the research facility. Her bob cut red hair is slick with sweat, and her blue eyes are narrowed in concentration as she carefully places the charges on key structural points. Regina is dressed in her sleeveless black tactical bodysuit, which is now torn and singed in places, and her grey armor plating is heavily scuffed. She crouches low, her movements precise and calculated, with one hand holding a remote detonator. The background reveals a room filled with advanced technology, with flickering computer screens, rows of control panels, and large, cylindrical power generators. The atmosphere is charged with tension, as Regina knows she must complete her task quickly before being detected, with the constant beeping of a countdown timer adding to the urgency. cinematic lighting, extremely intricate detail character, accurate depiction of character, correct body anatomy, correct hands and fingers, extremely intricate skin and facial texture detail, intricate black bodysuit design,lifelike potrayal, extrememly realistic lighting, extreme dynamic pose
    Aeon Flux is a strikingly beautiful and athletic woman with a fierce presence. She has a tall, slender, and toned physique, showcasing her agility and strength. Her face is defined by high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and full lips that often curve into a knowing, enigmatic smile. Aeon's hair is jet black, cut into a sleek, asymmetrical bob that frames her face perfectly, emphasizing her sharp features. She is typically dressed in a form-fitting black bodysuit made of high-tech materials, which highlights her athletic build and allows for maximum mobility. The suit is both stylish and functional, equipped with various gadgets and weapons. Emblazoned across her chest in bold letters is the name "Aeon FLUX," marking her identity and adding to her commanding presence. Aeon's overall look is one of futuristic elegance and lethal grace, making her an unforgettable and imposing figure.
    A beautiful girl standing defiantly alone, 24 years old, wearing full armor, glowing gems in the armor, strands of blue white light seep from the cracks and broken bits of armor, her helmet broken at her feet as she stares defiantly toward the viewer, a blue smoking blade held point-down in her hand carelessly at an angle, she stands on her booted feet, half a broken shield is on the ground, a long blue and silver pennant flutters from a spear in planted in the ground in the background as storm clouds gather. She has piercing lavender eyes and a coy knowing smile.
    The zealot hears not the heretic, The prude sees not the harlot, The fool knows not the wizened, but all are kings to a beggar, and all are beggars to the king
    In a city where the streets are paved with mirrors, reflecting lives that were never lived, an investigator with a stitched-together face follows a trail of footprints that shouldn't exist. The city’s many-faced moon looms overhead, watching through a haze of swirling fog. The prints lead to a doorway that appears only when approached, its surface rippling like disturbed water. The detective hesitates for only a moment before stepping through. Inside, a ballroom stretches endlessly, filled with dancers whose movements loop in perfect, seamless repetition. At the far end of the hall, a woman with too many reflections watches the investigator with a knowing smile. The music plays backward, a haunting melody that unravels the longer one listens. The detective tips their hat, knowing full well they are already part of the mystery they were sent to solve. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.4><lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.4><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:Movie_Portrait:0.4><lora:Flux DetailerV2:0.4>
    an illustration of a movie poster titled "CONAN" with the subtitle "THE LIBRARIAN" in white lettering on the poster's top, in the style of artist Frank Frazetta, featuring Conan the barbarian as portrayed by the book covers of Robert Howard, he is standing on a mountain of books, he is looking at the viewer, he is defiantly raising his atlantean bastard sword into the air with his left hand, sitting and leaning against his feet are two incredibly sexy and buxom middle-aged female librarians, one of them is wearing a tight long plaid skirt and a light gray turtleneck, she has long loose blonde hair, the other woman is wearing slacks and a blue blouse, her hair is a ginger messy bun, both women are striking seductive poses while looking up at Conan in wonder and awe, in the background the US library of congress can be seen, ominous weather, include the subtext "Don't you know the Dewey Decimal System?" prominently on the poster's bottom
    Gongriel Ferdinando, titled, "at the edge of hypermurder" the composition calling into question everything we know about what's hiding in the closet
    This is a hyper-realistic, unsettling close-up portrait of a spectral, all-knowing figure. The face is eerily smooth and featureless, as if carved from polished white porcelain, reflecting faint, distorted glimpses of its surroundings. Its surface gleams with a cold, unearthly light, evoking a sense of omniscience and otherworldly presence. The edges of the figure's hood, made of impossibly soft, flowing white fabric, frame its "face," creating a stark contrast against the glowing circuits faintly visible in the background. Tiny, intricate lines of blue light crawl along the hood’s edges, like digital veins connecting it to an unseen network. The background fades into a soft, ethereal white with subtle hints of blue, amplifying the sense of isolation and intensity. Despite the figure's lack of human features, the close proximity and sharp detail of the portrait exude an unnerving intimacy, as if it is staring directly into the viewer's soul, revealing truths too profound and unsettling to comprehend.
    At the heart of a high-tech workshop, a ridiculously good-looking man with tousled auburn hair and striking green eyes sits hunched over a sleek metal workbench, a soldering iron in one hand and a half-assembled circuit board in the other. His rolled-up plaid sleeves reveal toned arms dusted with bits of wire and solder, while his safety goggles rest slightly askew on his nose. Around him, shelves overflow with robotic limbs, disassembled drones, and half-finished inventions, illuminated by the flickering blue glow of holographic schematics projected above his workspace. A tangle of neon wires snakes across the table, connecting to a glowing AI core that pulses like a heartbeat beneath his fingertips. His smirk is subtle but unmistakable, the confidence of a genius who knows exactly what he’s doing. A well-loved sci-fi novel sits open on a nearby stool, next to an energy drink that’s long since gone warm. The room hums with the quiet buzz of machines, and the faint scent of metal and ozone lingers in the air. He leans back for a moment, running a hand through his messy hair, as if contemplating whether to build the next great invention or simply charm the universe with his effortless cool. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:aesthetical-000003:0.15><lora:aidmaNSFWunlock-FLUX-PonyStyle-v0.1:0.15><lora:Flux-jijia:0.1><lora:GLSHS:0.6>
    extreme closeup portrait, very detailed face and skin, hyperdetailed, An ethereal, all-knowing being of deep, impenetrable blackness, its form semi-translucent and embedded with shimmering fragments of galaxies that seem to pulse with ancient energy. The being gazes with regal authority, its piercing, otherworldly eyes radiating omniscience. It stands poised, resting its elegant, elongated hands on the hilt of the Sword of Infinity, a weapon forged from starlight and time, its blade glowing faintly with a cosmic aura. Below, vibrant, spectral hands—glowing in shades of pink, green, blue, and gold—reach desperately upward, their forms stretching with longing and desire, yearning to grasp the knowledge and power that emanates from the celestial being. The scene is illuminated by a soft, celestial light, casting an atmospheric glow, with distant stars faintly visible in the backdrop of an infinite void. A sense of epic gravitas and haunting beauty pervades the image, as the being remains still and untouchable amidst the chaos of mortal longing.
    in the heart of a vast, ancient forest, a highly detailed magnificent wooden torii gate stands tall. it serves as the entrance to a hidden temple nestled among the trees and rocks. the sky above is dark, but not with the quiet serenity of night. instead, it's a canvas painted in hues of purple, orange, and blue by the fiery dance of a battle raging beyond the gate. a group of skilled warriors has gathered at the entrance, their faces etched with determination. they have come from far and wide, drawn to this sacred place by whispers of an ancient artifact that holds immense power. the warriors, clad in armor and wielding weapons forged by their ancestors, stand ready for whatever challenges await them inside the temple. the air is thick with tension as they prepare to face the dangers within. a crescent moon peeks through the trees, casting eerie shadows around them. the tranquil pond reflecting the stars above now mirrors the impending clash of swords and the flickering lights of the battle. the warriors steel themselves, their eyes fixed on the gate before them. with one last look at each other, they nod in silent agreement, knowing that only together can they hope to overcome the obstacles and claim the artifact. and so, they march forward, their courage and determination shining brighter than the stars above, ready to write their names in the annals of legend.
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    A beautiful blonde princess in a white robe talking to a group of pirates, speech bubble "Um does anyone know the way to Daventry?"
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
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    ne0nfant4sy, Two friends stand shoulder-to-shoulder under a sprawling tree in the heart of an autumn forest, leaves falling like a golden rain around them. Each of them holds a paper cup of steaming tea, their breaths visible in the crisp morning air, mingling with laughter and stories they share. One friend wraps a warm, oversized scarf around both of them, playfully bringing them closer as they exchange bright, unguarded smiles. The light filters through branches above, casting dappled shadows on their faces and clothes. The air around them is filled with the rich scent of earth and leaves, as if the entire forest holds its breath in quiet, knowing companionship.
    A lone, scrappy raccoon stands at a bustling city intersection at twilight. He’s dressed in a patched-up trench coat that's clearly been scavenged from various fabrics, with a few mismatched buttons and a small tear at the hem. He clutches a cardboard sign with a pleading look in his wide eyes. The sign reads, "Spare a buzz, will ya?" written in messy, slightly smudged lettering, as if it’s been reused countless times. Around him, the city lights blur in vibrant colors—reds, blues, and yellows casting a neon glow on the scene. The raccoon stands next to an overturned trash bin, which adds to his rough-around-the-edges vibe. His tail pokes out from under his coat, bushy and unkempt, and he holds an old, dented coffee cup in his other paw, as if waiting for any buzz "spare change" he might get. Above him, a glowing billboard displays a bright lightning bolt symbol, echoing the emblem of buzz coins in other images, hinting that this little raccoon knows exactly where he can score some buzzes if anyone is generous enough. The entire scene is tinged with a mix of humor and determination, capturing the city raccoon’s hopeful, scrappy attitude in his quest for buzz.
    Central Figure: The image showcases a portrait of ch4rl1 with sleek, straight black hair that falls just past her shoulders. Her hair is styled neatly, with a slight middle part that frames her face with precision and elegance. She is dressed in a bold, modern outfit that exudes confidence and a hint of edginess. She is wearing a tight tube top that hugs her figure, paired with a cropped bomber jacket that adds a touch of urban style to her ensemble. She completes the look with a mini pencil skirt that sits high on her waist, accentuating her form and adding a sleek, sophisticated edge to the overall attire. Her makeup is sharp and defined, with dark eyeliner emphasizing her eyes, and her lips are painted a deep, matte shade that adds to the intensity of her look. Pose and Expression: In this close-up shot, the young woman stands confidently in a dark, moody city alleyway. Her posture is strong and assertive, with her shoulders slightly back, conveying a sense of empowerment. Her head is held high, and she gazes directly into the camera with a piercing, self-assured expression. Her eyes are captivating, filled with a quiet intensity that draws the viewer in, and her lips are set in a subtle, knowing smile that suggests both confidence and a hint of mystery. The overall pose and expression perfectly capture the essence of a young woman who is unafraid to embrace her individuality and make a statement. Background and Setting: The background places her in a dark city alleyway, with the tall, shadowy buildings creating a narrow, enclosed space that adds a sense of depth and intrigue to the scene. The alleyway is dimly lit by a few scattered streetlights, casting long, dramatic shadows across the brick walls and pavement. The darkness of the setting contrasts sharply with the vibrant, reflective elements of her bomber jacket, making her the focal point of the image. The textures of the rough brick and the slick, wet pavement are subtly highlighted, adding a gritty, urban feel to the overall composition. The background is blurred enough to keep the focus on her, yet detailed enough to suggest the city’s lively, yet secluded atmosphere. Lighting and Ambiance: The lighting in the photograph is low-key, with deep shadows and selective highlights creating a moody, dramatic atmosphere. The primary source of light comes from a distant streetlamp, casting a soft glow that illuminates her face and upper body, while leaving the background in deeper shadows. The lighting emphasizes the contours of her face, her sleek hair, adding depth and dimension to the image. The interplay of light and shadow enhances the mysterious, edgy vibe of the scene, perfectly complementing her confident pose and intense expression. The overall ambiance is one of urban sophistication, with a touch of raw, gritty realism that adds to the image’s striking impact. Camera and Technical Details: Camera Angle: The camera is positioned slightly above eye level, capturing a close-up shot that focuses on her face and upper body, ensuring her expression and outfit are clearly visible against the dark, textured background. Focal Point: The focus is sharp on her face, particularly her eyes and the defined lines of her jaw and lips, keeping her expression and the details of her outfit at the forefront of the composition. Aperture: f/2.8 to create a shallow depth of field, keeping her in sharp focus while allowing the dark alleyway background to blur softly, adding to the moody, intimate feel of the photograph. ISO: 400 to adapt to the low-light setting, capturing the scene with minimal noise while maintaining the clarity and vibrancy of the image. Lighting: The lighting is dramatic and directional, with the low-key illumination creating strong contrasts between light and shadow, adding intensity to the overall scene. Shutter Speed: 1/60s to ensure a crisp capture of her expression and outfit, while allowing the low-key lighting to enhance the image's dramatic effect. Additional Details: The composition skillfully blends the edgy, urban vibe of the city alleyway with the bold, confident energy of the young woman’s outfit and expression. The shot allows her intense gaze and the sleek, modern details of her attire to take center stage, while the dark, moody background adds depth and a sense of intrigue to the scene. The lighting, with its selective highlights and deep shadows, enhances the overall atmosphere, creating a photograph that exudes both sophistication and raw, urban energy. The final image is a powerful portrait that captures the essence of a young woman who is unapologetically bold and self-assured, set against the gritty, yet stylish backdrop of the city.<lora:CharliDamelioFlux_V2:1><lora:flux_realism_lora>
    We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just want to tell you how I'm feeling Gonna make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you We've know each other for so long Your heart's been aching But you're too shy to say it Inside we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it And if you ask me how I'm feeling Don't tell me you're too blind to see Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you We've know each other for so long Your heart's been aching But you're too shy to say it Inside we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it I just want to tell you how I'm feeling Gonna make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you ((3d rendering, frosted glass, translucent, (abstract), (surreal), acid trip, fever dream, vibrant colors):1.5)
    A dramatic close-up render of a seagull and crow gasping with surprise looking at the viewer while standing by a bagel on a outdoor dining table. Everyone knows birds are a government construct used to spy on their own citizens. The words "BIRDS AREN'T REAL" is written in ArtDecoFont across the top <lora:Art_Deco_Font:1>, propaganda poster
    Hyper-realistic extreme close-up digital portrait of an alien-like humanoid with reptilian features. The elongated bald head has smooth, pale gray skin and no visible ears. Intricate bioluminescent circuit-like patterns and glowing white tribal tattoos are etched across the scalp, face, and neck, following a symmetrical design. The small, dark, almond-shaped eyes convey ancient wisdom, featuring visible moisture and reflection. A subtle, knowing smile reveals a hint of sharp teeth. The creature wears a high-collared, form-fitting black garment, possibly leather, with angular lines and mysterious symbols. The background is filled with swirling, ethereal fog in muted golden-brown and beige tones, creating depth and an otherworldly atmosphere. The color palette includes cool grays and whites with hints of pale green in the markings. Dramatic chiaroscuro lighting emphasizes facial contours, casting gentle shadows and enhancing the three-dimensional effect. The skin texture features impeccable detail, with fine pores and a slight sheen suggesting non-human biology. The photorealistic rendering has a cinematic quality, as if captured on a high-end digital camera, with sharp focus on facial features and a slight depth of field blur towards the edges. The subject is slightly off-center, gazing directly at the viewer, evoking an eerie, mysterious, and subtly threatening mood.
    Vintage analog Photo, Film grain, photorealistic volumetric lighting, atmospheric lighting, Super Closeup Portrait, neon-pastel Text OBEY, Profoundly dark neon dystopian hyrule, glass, Stains, space grunge style, all knowing and overseeing goddess of knowledge wearing used Cotton armor Sci-fi Uniform, Showing Smartphone, Sci-fi vibe, dirty, noisy, Vintage space Uniform, very detailed, hd,
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    A lonely boat glides fatally Through the cold waters of endless sadness, Only heaven knows everything about our orphanhood And about the pain that is bound by the oath of silence, There are islands of solace somewhere And the salvation shore For someone who knew how to believe, new stars are born there And almonds bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better. Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better. And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder. Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better. So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin, You're waiting for someone to perform with. And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do, The movement you need is on your shoulder. Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her under your skin, Then you'll begin to make it Better better better better better better, oh.
    Papercut Art of An enchanting woman with fiery red hair stands at the window of a mystic iridescent tower, overlooking a vast, enchanted forest. She wears a flowing, translucent gown that catches the light of the setting sun, revealing the silhouette of her voluptuous figure. Her green eyes, filled with both power and passion, seem to pierce through the viewer. She holds a glowing crystal in her hand, its light reflecting in her eyes, and her lips are curled in a knowing smile, as if she holds a secret only she can reveal.
    photo, 25 years old girl, cat girl, cat ears, white shirt, black skirt, holding a sign with text "you exactly know why I am here". lightning symbol in eyes, ironic smile, photorealistic, blonde hair, long hair, full body shot, black pantyhose, cafe, sitting on table, one leg on table, "buzz" text made of electricity floating in the background, petite body, bow tie
    The scene captures a beautiful 25-year-old woman standing in soft, flattering light. She has an alluring presence, her eyes filled with a playful yet captivating intensity as she gazes directly at the viewer. Her lips curl into a subtle, almost mischievous smile, as though she knows a secret she's eager to share. One hand rests by her side, while her other arm is raised, her fingers gently curled except for one, which she’s using in a 'come hither' gesture, inviting the viewer to follow her lead. The motion is smooth and almost hypnotic, emphasizing her intent to draw attention. Behind her or subtly to the side, there’s a bold, eye-catching sign with simple text: "Send BUZZ." The sign feels like an invitation or a playful command, its meaning intentionally vague but intriguing. Her body language and expression make the message irresistible, drawing the viewer into her charm and making the simple phrase feel like a mystery that demands action. The scene is styled in a way that feels both intimate and cinematic, with every detail — from her expression to the gentle movement of her hand — meticulously designed to lure the viewer into her world. ultrarealism:1.3, real life, masterpiece, 4k, best quality,
    Poster Design Concept: Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty (Front View, Night Setting) Overall Style: Ethereal Night Beauty: The poster will feature a captivating front view of Aphrodite, illuminated by soft moonlight, emphasizing her enchanting beauty and divine presence. Pose and Expression: Direct Gaze: Aphrodite will be depicted facing directly towards the viewer, creating an intimate connection. Her gaze will be inviting and warm, filled with a sense of mystery and allure. Facial Expression: Her expression will be soft and serene, with a gentle, knowing smile that radiates warmth and love. The moonlight will highlight her delicate features, enhancing her beauty. Hair Design: Wind-Swept Elegance: Her hair will be tousled and flowing, as if gently tousled by a night breeze. Soft waves will cascade around her shoulders and frame her face, creating a sense of movement and vitality. Details of Attire: Subtle Drapery: Aphrodite will wear a light, flowing gown that glimmers softly in the moonlight. The fabric will appear almost ethereal, with delicate layers that catch the light, enhancing her figure without overpowering her natural beauty. Background Design: Night Sky: The background will feature a deep, starry night sky, with twinkling stars scattered throughout. The moon will be prominent, casting a silvery glow that bathes Aphrodite in soft light. Symbolic Elements: Floral Accents: Incorporate subtle floral elements, like night-blooming flowers, either in her hair or softly blurred in the background, symbolizing love and beauty. Light and Shadow Effects: Moonlight Glow: The moonlight will create a soft, radiant glow on her face, accentuating her features—highlighting her cheekbones, lips, and the curve of her jaw. Soft Shadows: Gentle shadows will provide depth, especially around her hair and gown, enhancing the three-dimensional quality of the portrait while maintaining an overall ethereal feel. Overall Effect: This front-view portrait of Aphrodite will capture her breathtaking beauty under the enchanting glow of the moonlight, inviting viewers to experience the allure and grace of the goddess of love. The combination of her serene expression, tousled hair, and the magical night setting will create a mesmerizing image that embodies the essence of Aphrodite, leaving viewers captivated by her divine charm.
    del1cate_balance style, It doesn't hurt me Do you wanna feel how it feels? Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places Be running up that road Be running up that hill Be running up that building Say, if I only could, ooh You don't wanna hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies Unaware I'm tearing you asunder Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we? You, it's you and me It's you and me won't be unhappy And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places Be running up that road Be running up that hill Be running up that building Say, if I only could, ooh You It's you and me It's you and me won't be unhappy Oh, come on, baby. Oh, come on, darling Let me steal this moment from you now Oh, come on, angel. Come on, come on, darling Let's exchange the experience, ooh <lora:Delicate_Balance-000015:1.00>
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