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    A woman with a caption saying "can we leave the light on tonight?" and the text " i want to be able to watch you sleep", pinterest style, creeper, big creepy eyes, intense lens flare, trollface, pure evil, clocks, photo of the girl, insane face, patent, attention, the average redditor, wall with some post-it in the background, creepy atmosphere
    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
    The witch sat enchantingly amid flickering candles that cast an ominous glow over the dilapidated room she had called home for decades. The air was thick with anticipation, filled by the scent of bubbling potions and freshly carved pumpkins. Her beloved hedgehog companion adorned itself with a miniature top hat while they awaited their annual Halloween festivities. The witch's cauldron simmered in one corner, its contents unknown but promising mischief or perhaps even healing. Behind her stood shelves packed to bursting point - each containing ancient books bound in leather and ink that whispered secrets of the arcane arts. A tangled web of macabre decorations draped from above, including skeletal figures, ghostly apparitions, and an assortment of mystical trinkets. In a momentary break from their enchanting solitude, they glanced at one another with a shared understanding - tonight was upon them once more. With the clock striking midnight in mere moments, it signaled time to bring chaos into balance; for only then could true harmony be achieved on this treasured night of Halloween revelry
    white pink and buttercup yellow, kiss me hard before you go summertime sadness i got my red dress on tonight dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight done my hair up real big beauty queen style oh my god i feel it in the air telephone wires are sizzling like a snare honey i am on fire got that summertime sadness like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    The darkness was cold, and the sky was overcast, a perfect setting for a vigilante’s hunt. He downed his coffee, the bitter liquid a lovely contrast to the pink sky peeking through the clouds. "Stupid to fight me in my element," he muttered, his tone colder than the dawn. No one would question his kindness—or his resolve—tonight.
    In a world where the sky is forever shrouded in storm clouds, an investigator with silver-threaded hair and deep, ink-black eyes stands at the edge of a bottomless chasm, studying the remains of a shattered airship. The wreckage is twisted and burned, its metal hull scorched with claw marks too large for any known creature. Lightning flashes, illuminating the abyss below, where something vast and slithering moves beneath the surface of the mist. The investigator adjusts the sigil-laced scarf wrapped around their throat, its runes flickering as if whispering warnings only they can hear. They crouch, tracing the charred edges of the ship’s insignia—a crest that was erased from history a century ago. The wind howls through the wreckage, carrying the scent of ozone and something far older, something that doesn't belong in this world. Nearby, a single black feather, larger than a man’s arm, is half-buried in the mud, still pulsing faintly with a heartbeat not its own. The detective has chased myths before, but tonight, the myth might be hunting back. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    A woman with a caption saying "can we leave the light on tonight?" and the text " i want to be able to watch you sleep", pinterest style, creeper, big creepy eyes, intense lens flare, trollface, pure evil, clocks, photo of the girl, insane face, patent, attention, the average redditor, wall with some post-it in the background, creepy atmosphere
    pastyle, A fierce yet fluffy anthropomorphic cat, dressed in a high-collared leather jacket,. The cat has sharp, determined eyes, and its soft, fluffy fur contrasts with the rugged, battle-worn leather jacket. The reflects a sharp glint of light as it cuts through the air, giving a sense of action and intensity. The otter’s expression is focused, embodying the skilled precision of a headhunter. The background is a dynamic, blurred scene of an urban environment, enhancing the sense of motion and danger. Sweat and blood streak down his fluffy cheek, catching in the flickering glow of a roadside motel sign. The anthropomorphic Cat outlaw’s face is framed in the amber light of a buzzing neon tube, his fluffy jaw clenched, a cigarette hanging loose between his lips, barely burning. His amber Cat eyes—calculating, exhausted—glint under the tilted brim of a battered cowboy hat, its edges frayed from a lifetime of running. One paw, wrapped in dusty bandages, wipes his chin as he exhales slowly, smoke curling into the humid air. In the blurred background, sirens wail, their red reflections slicing through the night, but he doesn’t flinch. Not tonight.
    pastyle, A fierce yet fluffy anthropomorphic cat, dressed in a high-collared leather jacket,. The cat has sharp, determined eyes, and its soft, fluffy fur contrasts with the rugged, battle-worn leather jacket. The reflects a sharp glint of light as it cuts through the air, giving a sense of action and intensity. The otter’s expression is focused, embodying the skilled precision of a headhunter. The background is a dynamic, blurred scene of an urban environment, enhancing the sense of motion and danger. Sweat and blood streak down his fluffy cheek, catching in the flickering glow of a roadside motel sign. The anthropomorphic Cat outlaw’s face is framed in the amber light of a buzzing neon tube, his fluffy jaw clenched, a cigarette hanging loose between his lips, barely burning. His amber Cat eyes—calculating, exhausted—glint under the tilted brim of a battered cowboy hat, its edges frayed from a lifetime of running. One paw, wrapped in dusty bandages, wipes his chin as he exhales slowly, smoke curling into the humid air. In the blurred background, sirens wail, their red reflections slicing through the night, but he doesn’t flinch. Not tonight.
    Sitting in a corner all alone, Staring from the bottom of his soul, Watching the night come in from the window, window It'll all collapse tonight, the full moon is here again In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding It has no name, there's one for every season Makes him insane to know Running away from it all "I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks Hunted by his own Again he feels the moon rising on the sky Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore Someone's at the door, understanding too demanding Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending Makes him insane to know She should not lock the open door (Run away, run away, run away) Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore She sees the change in him but can't (Run away, run away, run away) See what became out of her man Full moon Swimming across the bay, The night is gray, so calm today She doesn't wanna wait "We've gotta make the love complete tonight." In the mist of the morning he cannot fight anymore Hundred moons or more, he's been howling Knock on the door, a scream that is soon ending Mess on the floor again She should not lock the open door (Run away, run away, run away) Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore She sees the change in him but can't (Run, away run away, run away) See what became out of her man CAICO
    Sweat and blood streak down his scarred cheek, catching in the flickering glow of a roadside motel sign. The outlaw’s face is framed in the amber light of a buzzing neon tube, his unshaven jaw clenched, a cigarette hanging loose between his lips, barely burning. His amber eyes—calculating, exhausted—glint under the tilted brim of a battered cowboy hat, its edges frayed from a lifetime of running. One hand, wrapped in dusty bandages, wipes his chin as he exhales slowly, smoke curling into the humid air. In the blurred background, sirens wail, their red reflections slicing through the night, but he doesn’t flinch. Not tonight.
    sh03f4c3, a jazz singer with shoe face, they stand on the stage in a jazzy pose, singing into the radio microphone with the wide open mouth, the background is a jazz club, there is a poster on the wall featuring a shoe and the words: "Tonight: Jazz and Sole"
    A lone girl with short black hair sat on the grassy hill, her blue blazer draped over a western-style kimono. She stared at the distant mountain, lost in thought as fireflies flickered under the black sky. The scene was serene, but the lingering presence of bears nearby hinted at an underlying insanity. She was a magical girl, but tonight, the magic felt more like a curse than a blessing.
    white pink and buttercup yellow, kiss me hard before you go summertime sadness i got my red dress on tonight dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight done my hair up real big beauty queen style oh my god i feel it in the air telephone wires are sizzling like a snare honey i am on fire got that summertime sadness like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    Sitting in a corner all alone, Staring from the bottom of his soul, Watching the night come in from the window, window It'll all collapse tonight, the full moon is here again In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding It has no name, there's one for every season Makes him insane to know Running away from it all "I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks Hunted by his own Again he feels the moon rising on the sky Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore Someone's at the door, understanding too demanding Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending Makes him insane to know She should not lock the open door (Run away, run away, run away) Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore She sees the change in him but can't (Run away, run away, run away) See what became out of her man Full moon Swimming across the bay, The night is gray, so calm today She doesn't wanna wait "We've gotta make the love complete tonight." In the mist of the morning he cannot fight anymore Hundred moons or more, he's been howling Knock on the door, a scream that is soon ending Mess on the floor again She should not lock the open door (Run away, run away, run away) Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore She sees the change in him but can't (Run, away run away, run away) See what became out of her man CAICO
    pixel-art In a tub of sudsy succor so fine, Little amphibian, Sovereign, Divine, Garlanded crown with an amber shine, King of the bubbles, Your realms you entwine, Tiny fingers drum on frothy peaks, Merengue caps and rosy cheeks, Brilliant eyes that rainbow seek, In the suds, Your kingdom speaks, Ribbit ruler of the tub tonight, Splashes turning dull to bright, Crowning bubbles in the light, Existence never felt so right, Perched on peaks, Your laughter springs, Mirthful monarch, Joy you bring, Under your rule, Happiness sings, In this moment, You're the king, Reflecting prisms from pearly heights, Rainbow wonders, Joyous sights, In your world, Everything's light, Imminent collapse? Just hold on tight, Ribbit ruler of the tub tonight, Splashes turning dull to bright, Crowning bubbles in the light, Existence never felt so right, ... blocky, pixel art style, 8-bit graphics, blocky, pixelated, vibrant colors, recognizable characters and objects, game assets, pixel-art, aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1
    photoshoot of Iga Swiatek, female, woman, solo, interviewing, at the tonight show, close up shot.
    On that melancholy day, when the world bid you farewell, I stood there, my heart aching with unspoken words. The clouds, like silent witnesses, clung to the sky, their edges frayed by sorrow. Raindrops fell, each tear echoing our parting. Did you ever wonder what words to utter in that fleeting moment? Love and change intertwined, like the seasons shifting. Summer’s warmth faded from the streets, leaving behind the golden remnants of autumn—a bittersweet feeling etched into my soul. Leaves rustled secrets to one another, their whispers carried by the wind. Sadness clung to me, a persistent companion. The night air thickened with smoke, memories lingering like ghosts. And in that quiet darkness, I drifted back to distant lands, seeking solace beyond the horizon. Tonight, as rain falls, the silver moon wanes. The street’s heart stretches, elongating into eternity. The wind dances upon my shoulders, a touch both familiar and elusive. Does the rain, too, yearn for someone lost in its mist? 🌧️🌙 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, masterpiece, sharp focus, natural lighting, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, ink splats
    white pink and buttercup yellow, kiss me hard before you go summertime sadness i got my red dress on tonight dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight done my hair up real big beauty queen style oh my god i feel it in the air telephone wires are sizzling like a snare honey i am on fire got that summertime sadness like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    "Perched on the edge of a jagged cliff, a powerful witch stands with her arms raised to the sky, her tattered robes whipping violently in the fierce winds. The storm clouds overhead churn and swirl as she commands the elements, her eyes glowing with arcane energy. Dark lightning crackles around her fingertips, illuminating the intricate tattoos on her arms, glowing with an eerie blue light. The ocean below roars, crashing violently against the rocks, while the air hums with raw power. Her face is set with fierce determination as she summons the storm to exact vengeance on those who wronged her. Behind her, her familiar, a shadowy raven with glowing red eyes, circles overhead, cawing ominously. The storm is her weapon, and tonight it will answer her call."
    pixel-art In a tub of sudsy succor so fine, Little amphibian, Sovereign, Divine, Garlanded crown with an amber shine, King of the bubbles, Your realms you entwine, Tiny fingers drum on frothy peaks, Merengue caps and rosy cheeks, Brilliant eyes that rainbow seek, In the suds, Your kingdom speaks, Ribbit ruler of the tub tonight, Splashes turning dull to bright, Crowning bubbles in the light, Existence never felt so right, Perched on peaks, Your laughter springs, Mirthful monarch, Joy you bring, Under your rule, Happiness sings, In this moment, You're the king, Reflecting prisms from pearly heights, Rainbow wonders, Joyous sights, In your world, Everything's light, Imminent collapse? Just hold on tight, Ribbit ruler of the tub tonight, Splashes turning dull to bright, Crowning bubbles in the light, Existence never felt so right, ... blocky, pixel art style, 8-bit graphics, blocky, pixelated, vibrant colors, recognizable characters and objects, game assets, pixel-art, aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1
    white pink and buttercup yellow, kiss me hard before you go summertime sadness i got my red dress on tonight dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight done my hair up real big beauty queen style oh my god i feel it in the air telephone wires are sizzling like a snare honey i am on fire got that summertime sadness like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    zydInk “Come on. Play me something else.” She said when he finally finished. “Try me. I know all the lyrics to everything.” He very nearly did – that would’ve been perfect. Just spend the evening jamming out songs, drinking tea, maybe ordering some takeout…but as accidentally romantic as the whole scenario had turned out, he had taken her here for another reason. He put the guitar down. Her disappointed expression almost made him back out, and perhaps in a weaker moment he would’ve. “Sorry. I got carried away. This wasn’t my plan for tonight.” She looked around at the candles, the tea, then raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Well plan successfully derailed, as far as I’m concerned. If this is your accidental game, I’d hate to see what happens when you actually plan it.”
    underfashion, a very indecisive woman who doesn’t know what to do with her new haircut, she’s been thinking about this all day long, however, the thought of getting some dessert tonight excites her. dynamic_pos3
    underfashion, a very indecisive woman who doesn’t know what to do with her new haircut, she’s been thinking about this all day long, however, the thought of getting some dessert tonight excites her. dynamic_pos3, b400m
    Dreamlike scene involving a woman in a state of contemplating what chineese food to order tonight. It combines elements of reality, lost tapes, and lost memories to create an emotionally resonant image for anyone who misses their mother. dynamic_pose
    bold thick strokes of marker-ink-pen, primal colors in silk-screen-print of halftone, of, a dilchtnstn style pop art comic drawing, of, When the wicked, Carried us away in captivity, Requiring of us a song, Now how shall we sing the song in a strange land, By the rivers of, there we sat down, Yeah we wept, when we remembered, Let the words of our mouth and the meditation of our hearts, Be acceptable in thy sight here tonight
    Sister Moon, will be my guide In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide All good people, asleep tonight I'm all by myself, in your silver light I would gaze at your face the whole night through I'd go out of my mind, but for you I'd go out of my mind, but for you Lying in a mother's arms The primal root of a woman's charms I'm a stranger to the sun My eyes are too weak How cold is a heart When it's warmth that he seeks? You watch every night, you don't care what I do I'd go out of my mind, but for you I'd go out of my mind, but for you My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun My hunger for her explains everything I've done To howl at the moon the whole night through And they really don't care if I do I'd go out of my mind, but for you bo-golden
    At the edge of a colossal waterfall that cascades down into the void of space, an old fisherman with silver hair and deep, weathered wrinkles casts his line into the star-strewn abyss below. His small wooden boat, tethered to the edge by thick, unbreakable chains, creaks as it sways gently in the gravity-defying mist that rises from the endless drop. The fishing line glows faintly as it descends, disappearing into the swirling nebulae and drifting asteroids far below. Above him, the sky is a tapestry of distant galaxies and luminous celestial bodies, their light reflecting off the rippling surface of the water. A soft breeze, impossibly present in the void, rustles his tattered cloak as he hums a quiet, forgotten tune. Beside him, an old brass lantern flickers with a gentle blue flame, its light pulsing in time with something unseen far beneath the falls. He waits patiently, knowing that tonight, like every other night, something will rise from the depths to test his skill, something older than stars and wiser than time itself. , 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>
    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
    On that melancholy day, when the world bid you farewell, I stood there, my heart aching with unspoken words. The clouds, like silent witnesses, clung to the sky, their edges frayed by sorrow. Raindrops fell, each tear echoing our parting. Did you ever wonder what words to utter in that fleeting moment? Love and change intertwined, like the seasons shifting. Summer’s warmth faded from the streets, leaving behind the golden remnants of autumn—a bittersweet feeling etched into my soul. Leaves rustled secrets to one another, their whispers carried by the wind. Sadness clung to me, a persistent companion. The night air thickened with smoke, memories lingering like ghosts. And in that quiet darkness, I drifted back to distant lands, seeking solace beyond the horizon. Tonight, as rain falls, the silver moon wanes. The street’s heart stretches, elongating into eternity. The wind dances upon my shoulders, a touch both familiar and elusive. Does the rain, too, yearn for someone lost in its mist? 🌧️🌙 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, masterpiece, sharp focus, natural lighting, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, ink splats
    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
    Platinum-blonde wild pigtails bo-golden Kissy face, kissy face sent to your phone, but I'm trying to kiss your lips for real (uh-huh, uh-huh) Red hearts, red hearts, that's what I'm on, yeah Come give me somethin' I can feel, oh-oh-oh Don't you want me like I want you, baby? Don't you need me like I need you now? Sleep tomorrow, but tonight go crazy All you gotta do is just meet me at the 아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트 아파트, 아파트, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh 아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트 아파트, 아파트, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

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