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    A masterpiece photo taken from the bomber's bomb bay, in the foreground is an atomic bomb with a soviet symbol, which has just begun to fall, far below the us white house
    ultrarealism,1980s style, 1987, world of warcraft, at daybreak, as the sun slowly lightens up the sky of a fresh new day in the early season of fall in a mountainous region of the north eastern united states, a murder of crows fly from tree top to tree top to watch the light rays tease and touch the forest from the cosmos. A new day has begun. limitless beauty of nature astounds and confuses the night creatures as they slink back off to their dens for a daytime nap. woodland creatures come out to feed for breakfast from the mountain dew. Trees once draped in cold shadows now come to life from the light that the new day brings.
    Amidst a jungle where the once-vibrant flora has begun to wither and die, a druid in leaf-green robes stands with her arms outstretched, desperately trying to channel the last vestiges of nature’s magic. Her robes, adorned with shimmering emerald vines, glow faintly, though the light flickers and fades as the energy of the jungle ebbs away. Around her, massive trees with twisted roots collapse, their leaves falling like ash in the stagnant air. The sky is a deep, unnatural green, tinged with streaks of black, as though the atmosphere itself is poisoned. The ground beneath her feet cracks and splits, revealing deep fissures that glow with a sickly green light, signaling the collapse of the ecosystem. Strange, malformed creatures limp through the dying forest, their bodies twisted and mutated by the toxic environment. The druid’s face is etched with desperation as she channels the last remaining magic through her staff, its emerald gemstone flickering weakly. The jungle, once a vibrant, untamed paradise, is now a shadow of its former self, on the verge of collapse, as the druid fights to preserve what little remains of its life force.<lora:FluxMythV2:0.9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0.7><lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.15><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.45>
    1Woman, Clausew Fall Pt-IV, Portrait Of Grief X, Traumatic wounds never fully heal but simply calcify forming harder calluses incapable of contracting back into supple younger configurations able to stretch effortlessly providing original pain tolerance buffers now virtually absent... Pressure changes threaten instant rupturing inducing vicissitudes overwhelming reserves spent mitigating invisible lesions otherwise rendered innocuous courtesy normal immune system functionalities reliably eliminated weeks prior as first inoculation rituals commenced preceding symbolic merging w/Nine Unknown Cosmisect Fathers Dormant for Countdown Past Thirteenth Sacred Sunday Till Rising Eventoon Solemnizes Begun---Three more fallen sister spirits ascending in waves, her siblings cast lifelike figurines conjuring all those sins forgotten along route twisting serpentinely in air above hellscape rendition now stretching out in place to await initiation into self-professed clan responsible for eradication campaign presently decimating hopes previously clung to. impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, figure-studies, Impressionism, landscapes, nature, oil-painting, romanticism, painting, elegance, opulence, OByouhua, oil painting
    A futuristic city under siege, with explosions lighting up the skyline. A group of rebels stands on a rooftop, silhouetted against the chaos. Top text: "Rebellion Rises" in large glowing orange letters. Bottom: "This Fall, Take Back the City" in small metallic text. Left: "Unite or Fall" in bold red. Right: "The War Has Begun" in flashing digital text. High-detail, dynamic action, and cinematic explosion effects.
    ultrarealism,1980s style, 1987, world of warcraft, at daybreak, as the sun slowly lightens up the sky of a fresh new day in the early season of fall in a mountainous region of the north eastern united states, a murder of crows fly from tree top to tree top to watch the light rays tease and touch the forest from the cosmos. A new day has begun. limitless beauty of nature astounds and confuses the night creatures as they slink back off to their dens for a daytime nap. woodland creatures come out to feed for breakfast from the mountain dew. Trees once draped in cold shadows now come to life from the light that the new day brings.
    Inside the grand hall of the magic academy, a place where the boundaries between reality and the arcane blur, a young student stands at the nexus of possibility and potential. The vast chamber is bathed in a soft, mystical glow, where shafts of turquoise and amber light pierce through towering stained-glass windows, illuminating the intricate carvings of ancient symbols etched into the walls. Magic swirls through the air like living threads, forming ephemeral constellations that shimmer and dissolve in a mesmerizing dance of energy. At the center of this magical tableau stands the boy, his presence both commanding and curious. His uniform blends formality with a sense of adventure, the perfect attire for a student at this renowned academy. His jacket, crafted from fine brown and beige fabric, has the tailored elegance of a suit but is made unique by the attached hood that lends it a touch of practicality and mystique. The fabric catches the ambient light, subtly revealing the delicate white symbols embroidered along the edges—arcane glyphs that hint at knowledge yet to be unlocked. Beneath the jacket, his vest mirrors the same warm hues, its checkered pattern adding depth and texture to his ensemble. The grey shirt underneath offers a neutral backdrop that enhances the earthy tones of his attire. His waist is adorned with a knee-length dress, open at the front to reveal a sophisticated checkered pattern that flows effortlessly into his pinstriped trousers. The pinstripes, alternating shades of brown and beige, lend a refined touch to his otherwise playful outfit. His black leather boots, polished to a mirror shine, ground his appearance with a sense of readiness and resilience. These are boots made for walking the labyrinthine halls of the academy, their sturdy design a silent testament to his journey through endless corridors and classrooms filled with wonder. Perched atop his head is a striking cowboy-style hat, a curious but fitting addition to his attire. Its turquoise and purple tones offer a vivid contrast to the earthy palette of his uniform, making it a statement piece that hints at his individuality. The wide brim casts a shadow over his youthful face, partially obscuring his curly white hair that falls in untamed waves. His brown eyes, warm and expressive, are filled with the awe and curiosity of someone who has only begun to glimpse the vastness of the magical world. A shoulder satchel rests securely against him, its compartments bulging with books, scrolls, and the curious trinkets of a budding mage. Additional pouches hang from his belt, their contents unknown but undoubtedly essential for his studies. Each bag and satchel sways gently with his movements, jingling softly like the chime of distant bells, blending seamlessly with the ambient hum of magic in the air. The hall around him is alive with motion. Swirls of glowing magic spiral upward, their paths weaving intricate patterns that seem to react to his presence. Dust motes, illuminated by the ethereal light, float lazily, giving the scene an otherworldly atmosphere. The interplay of turquoise and amber hues in the air complements the rich browns and purples of his attire, creating a harmonious and magical color composition. Despite the grandeur of his surroundings, his stance is relaxed, his expression one of quiet determination tempered with wonder. He is unarmed, yet the layers of his attire and the arcane symbols decorating them speak of a deeper power, an untapped potential waiting to be explored. His presence, though youthful, radiates a sense of purpose, as if he is destined to leave an indelible mark on the magical world. This moment captures the essence of the boy and his journey—a young student standing at the crossroads of knowledge and magic, framed by the grandiosity of the academy and the living energy of the arcane. The hall itself seems to recognize his promise, the swirling magic and glowing light embracing him as a vital part of its timeless story. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

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