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    A vibrant and energetic photo of a stylish female street warrior, grim, sweaty 25 years old, with a bold and futuristic aesthetic. The cyberpunk street warrior has black hair in a ponytail. She wear oversized orange-tinted round glasses, with a 100% opaque surface that reflects the surrounding light, creating a dynamic focal point. (totally opaque glasses:1.8). She is alone, no people in background. Sleek black over-ear headphones, blending modern tech elements with a retro-cyber vibe. A dramatic and tense cyberpunk scene centered around a gleaming katana blade, its blade acting as a focal point to the chaos around it. She is holding the sword. (The sword is going diagonally over the image:1) (her hand is holding the hilt:1.5), The blade is clean and sharp. The focus is on the sword’s razor-sharp edge, which is a contrast to everything else. The cold blade is the heart of the image, radiating a cold, metallic sheen that contrasts with the dim, derelict warehouse setting. Behind the sword, part of a woman’s face is visible, her expression intense and unyielding. Her eye—sharp, calculating, and filled with quiet determination. The warehouse around her is dark and shadowy. Broken crates and scattered debris add to the sense of desolation, and hints at an imminent clash. The atmosphere is one of impending violence.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Streamline with every detail is as vivid and surweap, capturing realism in this unique scene that will bring it home on you in its first scene at sunset: As an image emerge against the lush foliage outside your window-like windows and blanketing the leaves to perfection in all the shades and shadings. The bark reaches towards its precious soul. It appears as, though it holds the scent with curiosity, yet still beware, the only thing missing are some feathery patches rustring softfully in front'leattitude. Above all else they dance through shadowly through dune, their velvet fabric gleak like jewelers and dust-coated wood strands of green grass below! It takes off into the distance beneath them and riseup high up with the sound echoboulled. And upon reaching out and down, an other world is alive filled. We'd say to watch the unexpected encounter from a wise old brown squirrel perched inside and his eyes closed, enjoying its tranquilness while he watches over her family from under one hundred mosses,
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    warhammer 40k, dark sci-fi, Icenholm is constructed of stained glass that shines in a dazzling array of colors in the sunlight. Its spires house some of the most senior barons along with members of the royal family. The majority of Icenholm’s population is made up of hereditary servants, pledged to either the queen or one of her barons. They form small armies of clerks who ensure that the planet’s barons are offering up the correct tithes to their queen, and attend to other matters of governance such as the regulation of heraldry. These servants have their own hierarchies, with the queen’s own servants very much in charge. They wear the liveries of their masters, which in the case of the queen’s servants is red (red is a color reserved for royal use on Sepheris Secundus---anyone else wearing it is likely to be arrested by baronial troops). .aidmaMJ6.1,aidmaimageupgrader,Midjourney_Whisper
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Jocker from batman, standing on top of a building, clif of a building, Gotham City, in one hand he is holding a cute kitten as if he is about to drop it, in the other hand he is holding a card with text on it, it is written DROP BUZZ, ELSE I'LL DROP HIM on the card
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Above, flying ships resembling old-world galleons with mysterious flying devices soar through the sky. Some ships in distance are seen like tiny points of numerous lights, barely visible, while others, closer at 200 meters, show their majestic forms. These ships move in long, steady lines, filling the sky as they dock or pass by the mountain. The magnificiant rock stands alone on a vast, empty plain, with no other formations nearby. The numerous lights vary from small flickering lanterns to bright glows, each marking homes, shelters, temples, markets or facilities. That is mean the rock is the perfect foundation on one civiliztion and a whole nation. countless points of light stretching from the base of the rock mountain to the summit, suggest a vast, unseen population. An architecture, inspired by a lighthouse, symbolizing their wise and reverence is on highest tip of the rock mountain. It is not a huge but it should be seen to others in far distance. It is small but its bright light is bound to see anyone from a long distance. This golden structure shines brightly and visible from great distances. The photograph captures the immense scale of the rock city. The city feels timeless, blending ancient and fantastical elements in a surreal landscape. The city feels both grand and integrated into the natural stone perfectly. There is not a single light and a house and anything else of about civilization on the flat land around the rocky mountain.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    She moves with an otherworldly grace, a figure of ethereal beauty that seems to defy the very laws of nature. Her skin is flawless, radiating a soft, celestial light that shifts and pulses with the rhythm of some distant, unseen force. Her eyes, glimmer with an ancient wisdom, Her features are impossibly perfect—too perfect to be human—yet there is a timeless, haunting beauty in her expression. A soft, knowing smile plays at her lips, as though she holds the keys to mysteries no one else can comprehend. The faintest shadow of a form, almost human, emerges beneath the seamless blend of organic and digital, an enigmatic presence that remains both familiar and impossibly distant. She wears an attire that defies description, a flowing garment that seems to shimmer with starlight, combining ancient elegance with futuristic elements. merging with the very air around her. Each motion feels prophetic, a silent declaration that she is not just a being of this world, but a vision from another time, another dimension. Her beauty transcends the limits of mortal comprehension, a radiant, cosmic being that embodies both grace and power, pulling you into her presence as if she were a harbinger of some higher truth, a living testament to the unearthly beauty of the future.
    Streamline with every detail is as vivid and surweap, capturing realism in this unique scene that will bring it home on you in its first scene at sunset: As an image emerge against the lush foliage outside your window-like windows and blanketing the leaves to perfection in all the shades and shadings. The bark reaches towards its precious soul. It appears as, though it holds the scent with curiosity, yet still beware, the only thing missing are some feathery patches rustring softfully in front'leattitude. Above all else they dance through shadowly through dune, their velvet fabric gleak like jewelers and dust-coated wood strands of green grass below! It takes off into the distance beneath them and riseup high up with the sound echoboulled. And upon reaching out and down, an other world is alive filled. We'd say to watch the unexpected encounter from a wise old brown squirrel perched inside and his eyes closed, enjoying its tranquilness while he watches over her family from under one hundred mosses,
    In a dimly lit room filled with glowing computer monitors, a strikingly attractive woman with deep brown skin and voluminous curly hair sits cross-legged on a gaming chair, adjusting her oversized glasses as lines of neon-green code scroll across the screens. Her hoodie is slightly oversized, slipping off one shoulder to reveal a delicate constellation tattoo, while her leggings are adorned with tiny pixelated space invaders. The blue light from her triple monitor setup reflects in her sharp, intelligent eyes, giving her an almost cybernetic glow. Shelves behind her are packed with limited-edition action figures, stacks of graphic novels, and high-end mechanical keyboards in various colors. A steaming cup of coffee sits beside her, the mug emblazoned with the words There is no place like 127.0.0.1. Her fingers dance across the mechanical keys, the RGB lighting flashing beneath them as she types effortlessly. Scattered sticky notes filled with cryptic algorithms and sketches of futuristic designs cling to the edges of her desk. The room hums with soft lo-fi beats, adding to the cozy, intellectual atmosphere. She pauses for a second, tilting her head with a smirk, as if she just cracked a code no one else could solve. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:sxz-Vintage-Fantasy-Flux:0.45><lora:n30nfilm:0.8><lora:lith_mimosa_kiel_grw134_FLUX:0.45><lora:DreamArtFluxV1.0:0.55><lora:shrooms-house-000012:0.3>
    From a breathtaking high-angle perspective, the sprawling majesty of an elvish city unfolds like a living tapestry of light, stone, and nature. The city is built upon a perfectly round island, its shores encircled by a gleaming white marble wall that follows the contours of the land like a protective embrace. Beyond the wall, a series of docks extend into the surrounding waters, their elegant wooden planks and posts forming a delicate latticework where boats might harbor. The water, a shimmering expanse of blues and greens, reflects the sky and the city’s radiant structures, creating a mirror-like surface that blurs the line between reality and reflection. Within the outer wall, the city rises in concentric rings, each one higher than the last, as if the island itself were a stepped pyramid ascending toward the heavens. Multiple inner walls, each crafted from the same luminous white marble, divide the city into tiers, their heights increasing as they near the center. The buildings within these rings grow taller and more intricate with each level, their spires, domes, and arches reaching skyward in a symphony of elvish architectural mastery. The structures are adorned with delicate golden accents—filigree patterns, gilded rooftops, and shimmering trim—that catch the sunlight and scatter it like stardust. At the heart of the city, a massive, spikey building towers above all else, its form both awe-inspiring and otherworldly. This central spire, a masterpiece of elvish design, is a fusion of organic curves and sharp, crystalline angles, its surface gleaming like polished ivory. It seems to pulse with an inner light, as if it were the beating heart of the city, a source of both physical and mystical energy. Surrounding it are lush gardens and groves of ancient trees, their leaves a vibrant green that contrasts beautifully with the white marble and golden hues of the buildings. The greenery spills over terraces and cascades down the tiers, softening the city’s grandeur with the touch of nature. The island is surrounded by a vast, tranquil body of water, its surface dotted with tiny ripples that catch the light like scattered diamonds. A single, wide bridge connects the island to the mainland, its elegant arches and railings crafted from the same white marble as the city. On the opposing shore, a cluster of elvish buildings stands in quiet harmony with the city. These structures, also made of white marble and crowned with golden roofs, seem to echo the city’s design, as if they were a prelude to its grandeur. In the far distance, the jagged peaks of mountains rise on either side of the scene, their snow-capped summits glinting in the sunlight. The mountains frame the city like sentinels, their presence a reminder of the wild and untamed beauty that lies beyond this haven of elvish craftsmanship. The sky above is a clear, radiant blue, dotted with a few wispy clouds that drift lazily across the heavens. The sunlight bathes the city in a warm, golden glow, highlighting the textures and contours of the marble and casting long, dramatic shadows. The overall color composition is a mesmerizing blend of white, gold, green, and blue, creating a magical and mystical atmosphere that feels both serene and alive with hidden energy. The interplay of light and shadow, the shimmer of the water, and the radiant glow of the marble all contribute to the sense of enchantment that permeates the scene. This is a place of timeless beauty and profound peace, a sanctuary where the natural and the crafted exist in perfect harmony. The elvish city, with its tiered design and central spire, stands as a testament to the creativity and reverence for nature that define elvish culture. The absence of people only enhances the sense of tranquility and wonder, as if this place exists outside the bounds of time, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by those who seek the extraordinary. It is a vision of a world where magic and artistry are one, where every stone, every leaf, tells a story of creation, harmony, and the enduring allure of the mystical. The scene is a beacon of light and beauty, a place where the boundaries between the real and the imagined blur, and where the impossible becomes possible. (There are no visible people anywhere!:1.2) DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    Simon Stalenhag Style, OBrbrw the main story depicts The Lone Traveler: A solitary figure walks along a deserted highway, the setting sun casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. In the distance, a towering, futuristic structure looms over the horizon, its purpose unknown. The figure carries a backpack and a worn suitcase, suggesting a journey of escape or discovery. The overall mood is one of isolation and uncertainty, with a hint of hope for a new beginning. technological consequences Realistic with fantastical elements, atmospheric lighting Focus on everyday life in a technologically altered world, melancholic tone. Cyberpunk, societal collapse, psychic powers Detailed animation, urban dystopia Exploration of technological dangers, societal anxieties Action-oriented, focus on youth rebellion. More character-driven, less emphasis on action. on the streets, we were walking. the giant robots laid waste over the horizon, we can see them... but it's so hazy. it is so surreal. but that's the realiity. or at least it is our reality, we know there are portals elsewhere, we know there are other realities, Nostalgia, childhood, the uncanny, some of these robots manning the vessels are not from this earth but from the other earths, we can see the blobs above the portals, but we still walk on. nobody else seems to be around this town. it is okay. lets go on. we toil on, the air is heavy and misty.
    A vibrant and energetic photo of a stylish female street warrior, grim, sweaty 25 years old, with a bold and futuristic aesthetic. The cyberpunk street warrior has black hair in a ponytail. She wear oversized orange-tinted round glasses, with a 100% opaque surface that reflects the surrounding light, creating a dynamic focal point. (totally opaque glasses:1.8). She is alone, no people in background. Sleek black over-ear headphones, blending modern tech elements with a retro-cyber vibe. A dramatic and tense cyberpunk scene centered around a gleaming katana blade, its blade acting as a focal point to the chaos around it. She is holding the sword. (The sword is going diagonally over the image:1) (her hand is holding the hilt:1.5), The blade is clean and sharp. The focus is on the sword’s razor-sharp edge, which is a contrast to everything else. The cold blade is the heart of the image, radiating a cold, metallic sheen that contrasts with the dim, derelict warehouse setting. Behind the sword, part of a woman’s face is visible, her expression intense and unyielding. Her eye—sharp, calculating, and filled with quiet determination. The warehouse around her is dark and shadowy. Broken crates and scattered debris add to the sense of desolation, and hints at an imminent clash. The atmosphere is one of impending violence.
    life in mono, the stranger sang a theme, from someone else's dream, the acid snowflakes began to snowfall, and no one spoke at all, but i can't seem to recall, when you came along, ingenue, surreal depressed fantasy, realistic, avant-garde melancholy, airbrush, softly line-art, thin draw, scrawled in blood, broken backs,
    Depict a photorealistic cinematic image of an impressive young man with short, slicked-back brown hair, athletic and muscular, set against a lavish circus backdrop in a dimly lit Victorian manor. As a open opulent bodysuit showing pectoral with gold décor detailing. The lighting highlights the suit, casting dynamic shadows across his physique. Seated on a stylish vintage sofa, he gazes intently at the camera, exuding both strength and tranquility amidst the elegance of decay, with no one else present in the shot. <lora:ARTifacts:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1:0.8> <lora:flux_realism_lora:0.8>
    In a rain-soaked city, a lone detective steps into the glow of a flickering streetlamp, her trench coat trailing behind her like a cloak of shadows. Her jet-black hair falls in sharp waves, framing her face, where a hint of crimson lipstick contrasts starkly against her pale complexion. Her dark, tailored suit is accented with subtle gothic flourishes—a lace cravat and silver skull cufflinks. In her gloved hand, she holds a cigarette, its faint ember glowing in the misty night, while the other grips a sleek revolver engraved with cryptic symbols. Her sharp, calculating gaze misses no detail as she stalks the rain-slicked streets, following clues that lead to secrets no one else dares uncover. A faint chill seems to follow her, as if the shadows themselves are her allies.
    A young man sits on a weathered bench at a nearly deserted train station, his face buried in his hands, shoulders slumped in defeat.Above him, an old, faded sign dangles loosely, swinging slightly in the breeze. The word "Dumpsville" is painted in bold letters, its paint chipped and peeling, mirroring the state of his heart. The station is eerily quiet. No one else is around, and the platform feels like the last stop on an endless journey. moody. contrast, film grain, analog texture,

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