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    A swirling interdimensional gateway at the edge of reality. Fractals of impossible geometry shift and morph endlessly. Stars are born and die in the blink of an eye. Time and space bend upon themselves. A celestial guardian observes the cosmic dance. Its form constantly shifts between states of matter and energy. Multiple sets of eyes peer across dimensions. Tendrils of pure thought extend into the void. Its very presence warps the fabric of reality. Echoes of creation and destruction resound. Glimpses of alternate universes flicker by. The boundaries of existence blur in its wake.
    Kayumi the Shinobi Assassin - Adventurers of Arcadia Name: Ayumi Kaze Age: 26 years old Race: Human Occupation: Shinobi (Ninja) assassin Born into a family of renowned shinobis, Ayumi Kaze was trained from a young age in the arts of stealth, agility, and combat. Her village revered their shinobis, respecting their dedication to protecting innocents through secretive and sometimes lethal means. As she grew older, Ayumi proved herself exceptionally skilled in various forms of combat, including hand-to-hand techniques, swordsmanship, and projectile weaponry such as shuriken and kunai. Her quiet demeanor often made it easier for her to blend into the shadows while she observed targets and planned assassination missions. As a highly-trained shinobi, Ayumi possesses several unique skills and abilities that aid her in accomplishing missions silently and efficiently. Some of these include: Superior agility and flexibility: Ayumi can move swiftly and nimbly, able to scale walls, jump great distances, and avoid detection with ease. Enhanced senses: Her ears are extremely sensitive, allowing her to hear minute sounds from far away, while her heightened sense of touch enables her to detect even the softest vibrations in the ground, useful for pinpointing enemies approaching from a distance. Exceptional stamina:.
    Melina "Sun" Aurelia Race: Elf Age: 35 years Occupation: Adventurer, former scholar, experienced healer. ----- Born into a family of distinguished scholars in the secluded kingdom of Evermere, Mia was expected to carry on her legacy. He excelled academically, displaying notable skills in magical theory and ancient languages. However, Mia also nurtured a hidden desire for adventure, drawn to stories of brave heroes and mysterious lands beyond Evermere's borders. When a tragic massacre shook his peaceful homeland and claimed the lives of several close friends, he decided it was time to leave academia behind and find purpose through action. Mia possesses a unique combination of magical and physical prowess. His agility and reflexes rival those of his relatives, allowing him to navigate treacherous terrain with ease. An expert user of both melee weapons and ranged attacks, she wields a trusty staff and bow with deadly accuracy. Despite her formidable abilities, Mia remains humble and open-minded, constantly seeking new knowledge and skills to improve. Your educational background ensures that, whenever possible, you approach situations analytically and plan strategically before acting. However, he harbors a deep-seated anger toward the forces responsible for destabilizing his once peaceful homeland, and his life's goal is to find the people responsible for the ruthless murders of his friends.
    disintegrating visage, broken structure, grayscale monstrosity, dystopian atmosphere, avant-garde technique, high-poly workstation, atmospheric shadows, software plugin, A disintegrating visage is portrayed as an unsettling grayscale monstrosity, showcasing a broken structure amidst a dystopian atmosphere, all born from the capabilities of an avant-garde technique using a high-poly workstation under the influence of atmospheric shadows and software plugin. tattered skin, cracked countenance, metallic canvas, mechanistic landscape, dystopian world, digital sculpting tool, ambient lighting scheme, eerie silence, Tattered skin hangs from a cracked countenance, giving this mechanical figure a home in the metallic canvas of a mechanistic landscape, all part of a dystopian world seen through the digital sculpting tool, set against an ambient lighting scheme accompanied by eerie silence. distorted facade, cracked persona, reflective prism, dreamlike scenery, post-apocalyptic ruin, 3D modeling suite, diffused illumination, profound stillness, A distorted facade embodies a cracked persona through the means of a reflective prism in a dreamlike scenery of post-apocalyptic ruin, achieved within a 3D modeling suite under diffused illumination, further punctuated by profound stillness.
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone, And all round the garden the weeds they have grown, And all the fine neighbors that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
    A being born from H.R. Giger and H.P. Lovecraft would be a nightmarish, eldritch creature with a biomechanical, insect-like body. Its sinewy, metallic exoskeleton oozes an aura of ancient terror, with tentacle-like appendages twisting from its form. Its alien geometry defies logic, and it moves with a disturbing fluidity, radiating cosmic dread. Eyes—if it has any—are hollow, black voids, revealing the infinite horror of a universe beyond comprehension
    A mind-bending depiction of a library devoted to books that have never been written. The space should defy normal architecture, with Escher-like stairs leading to inverted reading nooks and shelves that twist into Möbius strips. Books float in mid-air, their covers shimmering with potential stories. Some volumes open to reveal blank pages that come alive with swirling, misty visions of unwritten tales. Ghostly librarians, made of smoky letters and punctuation marks, guide phantom patrons through the impossible stacks. The lighting should be soft and dreamy, with certain areas illuminated by the glow of ideas waiting to be born. Incorporate elements that play with the concept of negative space, where the absence of text becomes as meaningful as words themselves.
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
    In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun 'Til we found a sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarine
    A two-panel image split horizontally in the style of a 9th-century Scottish tapestry. The top panel features a sad court jester holding a flute, with medieval-style letters above him that spell out "Born to Jest." The bottom panel shows two medieval knights charging at each other on horseback with lances, in traditional jousting armor. Below this panel, the text reads "Forced to Joust" in medieval lettering.
    Perched on the lake's edge stands a valiant male elf; his sun-kissed, chestnut hair cascades over well-built shoulders, catching the radiant sun. Emerald eyes pierce the horizon, reflecting the serene lake. Rectangular face adorned with high cheekbones and a resolute chin, embodies a noble vision. Elegant armor, etched with ancient riddles, clasps his lithe form, glinting in daylight, while a finely crafted sword hangs poised and ready. His tall, athletic silhouette and undeniable allure evoke tales of yore, capturing the essence of his lineage's grace. In the back lurks a large blue wingless dragon, peering out of the murky waters. The dragon seems curious to what the elf may want, and is cautiously keeping its distance. Text at the top of the picture reads in bold book title lettering "RETURN OF THE DRAGONS". Directly below the title are the words "Born of Water".
    A biker gang made entirely of grannies on tricycles, wearing leather jackets and sunglasses, speeding down the highway, with one granny popping a wheelie and another knitting a scarf with "Born to Be Wild" stitched on it.
    A breathtaking, hyperrealistic masterpiece, depicting a beautiful woman emerging from the heart of a large red glass rose. Darkness surrounding the rose,Its petals, shimmering like blood in the moonlight, unfurl to reveal her ethereal form. Her long hair flows like shadows, cascading around her like liquid night, illuminated by the soft glow emanating from the glass rose. Her eyes, filled with a profound sadness, reflect the delicate beauty of the glass petals and the melancholic light of the moon. Rendered in stunning 8k UHD resolution, this evocative image captures the essence of a woman born from the bloom, a symbol of beauty, fragility, and the enduring power of nature
    A mind-bending depiction of a library devoted to books that have never been written. The space should defy normal architecture, with Escher-like stairs leading to inverted reading nooks and shelves that twist into Möbius strips. Books float in mid-air, their covers shimmering with potential stories. Some volumes open to reveal blank pages that come alive with swirling, misty visions of unwritten tales. Ghostly librarians, made of smoky letters and punctuation marks, guide phantom patrons through the impossible stacks. The lighting should be soft and dreamy, with certain areas illuminated by the glow of ideas waiting to be born. Incorporate elements that play with the concept of negative space, where the absence of text becomes as meaningful as words themselves.
    Marble creature, stonebound, white marble, roman empire styled, an ancient turtle, born during the time of julius ceasar raises to arms again, roman legionair armor, roman legionair weapons, integrated armor into shell, battle pose
    A paradoxical form, its contours defying geometry, rendered in azure ichor by the chiaroscuro virtuoso of the Baroque era, clad in vestments that echo the timeless shrine of amorphous, carnal dissonance a vision long concealed from the probing gaze of the multitudes, now laid bare. Behold, a figure birthed from topological enigma, its essence painted in cerulean lifeblood by the master of light and shadow's baroque dance. Adorned in raiment that pays homage to the ageless sanctuary of misshapen, erotic cacophony, this marvel, once hidden from the masses' prying eyes, at last stands revealed. From the brush of the Baroque's grandmaster of radiance and shade springs forth a form that defies spatial reason, its lines traced in cobalt plasma. Garbed in the vestments of the atemporal temple of sensual, askew incongruity, this wonder, long shielded from the curious gaze of the commons, emerges from the shadows. Picture a being sculpted from the paradox of form, its visage born from the azure blood of the Baroque's sovereign of illumination and penumbra. Swathed in the robes of the unchanging tabernacle of lust's misshapen disarray, this marvel, once cloistered from the searching eyes of the throng, steps into the light.
    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
    Face of Medusa: In a world where myth and reality intertwine, a woman emerges with strikingly beautiful features, yet her expression burns with an intense, almost supernatural anger. Her eyes—pupils of pure white surrounded by pitch-black sclera—seem to pierce through the veil of the ordinary, hinting at a transformation born of ancient magic. Instead of hair, seven serpents coil and twist with a life of their own, their sinuous bodies echoing her rage, poised to strike. Their gazes mirror hers, locked forward with a fierce, almost otherworldly focus. Her skin, a delicate shade of pale blue, glows softly, contrasting with the dark serpents and her eerie eyes. The image draws from the legend of Medusa, a symbol of both beauty and terror, embodying the power of the mystical in every detail. This scene is not just a portrayal, but an invitation to step into a realm where the extraordinary becomes real, urging creators to capture the essence of myth and transform it into a visual masterpiece.
    In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun 'Til we found a sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarine
    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
    a surreal scene where a lone penguin, adorned in regal attire, stands amidst a landscape of grandiosity. Towers of ice rise high into the sky, each one adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering with ethereal light. Despite the splendor surrounding it, the penguin's expression is jaded, reflecting a weariness born of untold journeys and experiences. Above, a swirling vortex of colors and shapes adds to the surreal atmosphere, hinting at hidden depths of meaning within the icy realm. The juxtaposition of the penguin's humble presence and the grandiosity of its surroundings creates a sense of intrigue and mystery, inviting viewers to ponder the significance of this surreal tableau.
    Ain the Royal Knight Adventurers of Arcadia Name: Alen di Lysara Vance Age: 26 years Race: Human Occupation: Royal Knight Celestia was born into a long line of royalty, and her ancestors served as brave protectors of Arcadia for generations. She was a woman, she grew up hearing stories of heroism and sacrifice performed by her ancestors, which instilled in her a strong sense of duty and honor. At an early age, he began training as a knight under the guidance of expert instructors who recognized his natural talent and determination. Her dedication to serving her kingdom led her to master various weapons and forms of battle strategies. Upon reaching adulthood, he was awarded the title "Royal Knight." As he traveled through the lands of Arcadia, people admired not only his skill but also his kind gestures; It seemed almost paradoxical that someone capable of such destruction could radiate so much grace. In every city or town he visited, stories about his bravery and selflessness spread like wildfire among the locals. They cherished their encounters with Celestia di Lysara Vance, hoping that one day they too could receive help from their beloved Royal Knight. Among Celestia's most impressive talents are her keen intuition and uncanny sensitivity to her surroundings. It was not only because of her heightened awareness as a trained warrior, but also because of an innate magical ability that allowed her to sense energy signatures and detect hidden dangers. (((big breasts)))
    A majestic Western dragon, its body a mesmerizing fusion of wispy smoke and mist, with scales that resemble delicate tendrils of fog, swirling and curling around its serpentine form, as if the very essence of the atmosphere has taken shape, with eyes that burn like embers, radiating a warm, fiery glow, amidst the ethereal, dreamlike landscape, evoking an air of mystique and wonder, set against a soft, gradient background that transitions from pale blue to misty grey, capturing the fleeting essence of a mythical creature born from the whispers of the wind.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of At the edge of a floating island bathed in the soft, golden glow of an endless sunset, a warrior with bronze skin and glowing, molten-red eyes stands atop a cliff, gazing out at the horizon where massive, sky-borne whales glide gracefully through the air. His armor, crafted from dark, shimmering scales, reflects the warm light of the setting sun, casting flickering shadows on the grass beneath his feet. The island is covered in ancient, rune-carved stones, their surfaces glowing faintly with the energy of the earth, while delicate, translucent flowers bloom in abundance, their petals shimmering like glass in the soft breeze. The warrior’s hand grips the hilt of a massive, glowing sword strapped to his back, its blade humming with untapped power, as though waiting for the moment to be unleashed. Above him, the sky is a breathtaking array of oranges, purples, and golds, with clouds that swirl in intricate patterns, illuminated by the eternal dusk. The air is warm and carries the scent of wildflowers and distant rain, a perfect contrast to the silent power radiating from the warrior. In the distance, other floating islands drift lazily through the sky, their surfaces dotted with forgotten ruins and towering trees that reach up toward the heavens. The scene is one of quiet anticipation, where beauty and power converge in a moment suspended in time. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
    A dark, neon-drenched cityscape emerges under a stormy, blood-red sky, inspired by the ominous energy of "The Shape". A lone figure stands atop a crumbling skyscraper, silhouetted against the chaos, their trench coat whipping in the violent wind. The figure’s mask glows with eerie, jagged red and cyan lights, forming an expressionless, skull-like visage. Below, the sprawling metropolis pulses with neon signs and flickering holograms, casting an unsettling glow across empty streets. Massive shadows twist and crawl along building walls, forming shapes that seem alive—creatures born from darkness and fractured reality. A black muscle car with glowing headlights roars through the streets, leaving neon red tire trails that scorch the pavement, as if chased by something unseen. The scene crackles with electric energy—lightning splits the sky, illuminating the jagged skyline and fractured bridges in harsh, flickering bursts. Smoke rises from vents, reflecting vibrant hues of crimson, cyan, and deep violet. The city feels alive and predatory, a techno-horror nightmare where the line between man and machine blurs, and something monstrous lurks just beyond the veil. The atmosphere is gritty, foreboding, and cinematic, pulling the viewer into a dark, synthwave-infused vision of dread and adrenaline. best quality,masterpiece, (close-up),highly visible,godrays,bright lit,zoomed,dynamic composition,vibrant, color contrasts,acid neon colors,darkwave
    DGC style, MikeFranchinastyle, ghiblistyle, hkevil, berserk style, Surreal art, d4artstyle, d4concept, , bbstyle,, horror theme,, zbrush, ZBClay model of a gray sculpture Set against a solid dark color background to emphasize its unnatural form and grotesque eerie and unsettling anatomy that emphasizes its silhouette. The medium is not a traditional painting or illustrative medium like watercolor or ink but rather a digital 3D rendering. A towering, monstrous six-armed humanoid creature with sinewy, muscular limbs, looming in a nightmarish landscape of desolation and smoke. Its skin appears charred, textured, and shadowed, as if born from fire and ash. Each of its elongated, clawed arms grips a massive sword engulfed in white-hot flames, casting a hellish glow that pierces the surrounding darkness. Its face is an abyss of shadows, with faint glowing embers where eyes might be, exuding an unsettling aura of rage and power. The creature’s stance is predatory, with massive clawed feet digging into cracked, scorched earth, trailing molten fissures beneath. The thick, smoky atmosphere swirls ominously around its form, punctuated by drifting embers and ash. Focus on intense lighting, dramatic high-contrast shadows, intricate fire effects, and the creature’s imposing multi-armed form. The environment reinforces its presence with a barren, apocalyptic tone, filled with fog, dark clouds, and a palpable sense of dread.
    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
    Vector t-shirt design Vintage retro sunset distressed black style design, a LOIN, LION wearing sunglasses, with text a€œBORN TO BE AWESOMEa€, typography, graffiti, 3d render, 4k
    XI. "Quite low-born, self-educated! somewhat gifted though by nature, And we make a point of asking him,—of being very kind. You may speak, he does not hear you! and, besides, he writes no satire,— All these serpents kept by charmers leave the natural sting behind." <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>
    Vector t-shirt design Vintage retro sunset distressed black style design, a cute cat wearing sunglasses, with text “BORN TO BE AWESOME”, typography, graffiti, 3d render, 4k
    On a distant, jagged mountaintop, the Headless Horseman rears his dark steed, the horse’s front legs kicking into the stormy air. In one hand, the rider grasps his severed, ghostly head, its eyes glowing faintly. Below them, from a violently erupting volcano, a massive phoenix emerges, born from the molten lava. The black-and-white world is stark and haunting, but the phoenix and the lava glow in a venomous, toxic green. The bird’s colossal wings stretch wide, blotting out the sky, while ash and smoke swirl in the air, creating a surreal, apocalyptic landscape.
    With vaunted Excalibur-myth-born gote athwart Enigma-graven glyph-carvèd claymore argent Light-mace radiates Arcadia-echoed vigour Weald ashaman wardrobe swashbuckler knit Skyey cerulean augulet cast zenith sun-ray Scarlet garters bulge pterocarpeous blades Grimpacts skirl derided sans jib jab crimson Shade cast sentinelled spiky-several rays Aquiline brow surveying plane deovolutive Aspirates thaumaturgic tirades arcane Syllables spit fustigator bellows omnivox Windswept tendrils wisps ardent crusader zeal Drift eastward wester 'midst geonim truce-declare Teardrops of rain down patinae burnished blades Applique themselves pearleffront lapis lazuli plaquettes Astrogliot wisdom hounds wagging virtuous noses Bays crumble battlements waft grim felicity flutecanto Gaze hewed-through-thickness frets traversal impending Like gods aveng'd solemn oath taken sworn uttermost Nigh equal heavy fells untried lighter ilk That try sole weapon to assay crossbow shot yonder skyborne voln ... impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting,
    A dystopian scene unfolds in a desolate, gray-faded world, utterly broken and destroyed. The air is thick with the weight of abandonment, a testament to the collapse of a once higher intelligence. At the center of this wasteland stands a colossal, ancient stone shrine, its form an enigma that defies all understanding of geometry and physics. The shrine spirals upward in a mind-bending, impossible twist, as if it were born from the shattered dreams of a dimension where logic ceased to exist long ago. The towering structure warps and contorts in ways that should have collapsed under its own weight, with sections floating or hanging unsupported, curving into themselves like a broken optical illusion. Glowing lines pulse erratically through its surface, weaving in nonsensical, chaotic patterns, their flickering a reminder that the very fabric of reality struggles to hold this place together. The surfaces shimmer and phase in and out of existence, shifting between solid stone and translucent energy, as if it’s flickering between dimensions. Portions bend back on themselves, creating disorienting spirals and looping, impossible pathways reminiscent of an Escher nightmare. Despite its seemingly advanced technology, the shrine feels disturbingly organic, alive in its decay, constantly shifting and mutating. It stretches endlessly upward, a crumbling spire from another universe piercing the dead, ashen sky, a monument to a world long lost to time and destruction.
    Face of Medusa: In a world where myth and reality intertwine, a woman emerges with strikingly beautiful features, yet her expression burns with an intense, almost supernatural anger. Her eyes—pupils of pure white surrounded by pitch-black sclera—seem to pierce through the veil of the ordinary, hinting at a transformation born of ancient magic. Instead of hair, seven serpents coil and twist with a life of their own, their sinuous bodies echoing her rage, poised to strike. Their gazes mirror hers, locked forward with a fierce, almost otherworldly focus. Her skin, a delicate shade of pale blue, glows softly, contrasting with the dark serpents and her eerie eyes. The image draws from the legend of Medusa, a symbol of both beauty and terror, embodying the power of the mystical in every detail. This scene is not just a portrayal, but an invitation to step into a realm where the extraordinary becomes real, urging creators to capture the essence of myth and transform it into a visual masterpiece.
    14. Beautiful render of a bonsai tree in a delicate glass vase, surrounded by cherry blossoms that spell out "BEAUTY IS BORN" in the air. #bonsaitree #cherryblossom
    With vaunted Excalibur-myth-born gote athwart Enigma-graven glyph-carvèd claymore argent Light-mace radiates Arcadia-echoed vigour Weald ashaman wardrobe swashbuckler knit Skyey cerulean augulet cast zenith sun-ray Scarlet garters bulge pterocarpeous blades Grimpacts skirl derided sans jib jab crimson Shade cast sentinelled spiky-several rays Aquiline brow surveying plane deovolutive Aspirates thaumaturgic tirades arcane Syllables spit fustigator bellows omnivox Windswept tendrils wisps ardent crusader zeal Drift eastward wester 'midst geonim truce-declare Teardrops of rain down patinae burnished blades Applique themselves pearleffront lapis lazuli plaquettes Astrogliot wisdom hounds wagging virtuous noses Bays crumble battlements waft grim felicity flutecanto Gaze hewed-through-thickness frets traversal impending Like gods aveng'd solemn oath taken sworn uttermost Nigh equal heavy fells untried lighter ilk That try sole weapon to assay crossbow shot yonder skyborne voln ... impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting,
    A dark, neon-drenched cityscape emerges under a stormy, blood-red sky, inspired by the ominous energy of "The Shape". A lone figure stands atop a crumbling skyscraper, silhouetted against the chaos, their trench coat whipping in the violent wind. The figure’s mask glows with eerie, jagged red and cyan lights, forming an expressionless, skull-like visage. Below, the sprawling metropolis pulses with neon signs and flickering holograms, casting an unsettling glow across empty streets. Massive shadows twist and crawl along building walls, forming shapes that seem alive—creatures born from darkness and fractured reality. A black muscle car with glowing headlights roars through the streets, leaving neon red tire trails that scorch the pavement, as if chased by something unseen. The scene crackles with electric energy—lightning splits the sky, illuminating the jagged skyline and fractured bridges in harsh, flickering bursts. Smoke rises from vents, reflecting vibrant hues of crimson, cyan, and deep violet. The city feels alive and predatory, a techno-horror nightmare where the line between man and machine blurs, and something monstrous lurks just beyond the veil. The atmosphere is gritty, foreboding, and cinematic, pulling the viewer into a dark, synthwave-infused vision of dread and adrenaline. best quality,masterpiece, (close-up),highly visible,godrays,bright lit,zoomed,dynamic composition,vibrant, color contrasts,acid neon colors,darkwave
    A dark, neon-drenched cityscape emerges under a stormy, blood-red sky, inspired by the ominous energy of "The Shape". A lone figure stands atop a crumbling skyscraper, silhouetted against the chaos, their trench coat whipping in the violent wind. The figure’s mask glows with eerie, jagged green and purple lights, forming an expressionless, skull-like visage. Below, the sprawling metropolis pulses with neon signs and flickering holograms, casting an unsettling glow across empty streets. Massive shadows twist and crawl along building walls, forming shapes that seem alive—creatures born from darkness and fractured reality. A muscle car with glowing headlights roars through the streets, leaving neon white tire trails that scorch the pavement, as if chased by something unseen. The scene crackles with electric energy—lightning splits the sky, illuminating the jagged skyline and fractured bridges in harsh, flickering bursts. Smoke rises from vents, reflecting vibrant hues of crimson, cyan, and deep violet. The city feels alive and predatory, a techno-horror nightmare where the line between man and machine blurs, and something monstrous lurks just beyond the veil. The atmosphere is gritty, foreboding, and cinematic, pulling the viewer into a dark, synthwave-infused vision of dread and adrenaline. best quality,masterpiece,high angle,highly visible,godrays,bright lit,zoomed,vibrant, color contrasts,acid neon colors,darkwave,over the shoulder view Mamoru Oshii Moebius Katsuhiro Otomo
    A dark, neon-drenched cityscape emerges under a stormy, blood-red sky, inspired by the ominous energy of "The Shape". A lone figure stands atop a crumbling skyscraper, silhouetted against the chaos, their trench coat whipping in the violent wind. The figure’s mask glows with eerie, jagged red and cyan lights, forming an expressionless, skull-like visage. Below, the sprawling metropolis pulses with neon signs and flickering holograms, casting an unsettling glow across empty streets. Massive shadows twist and crawl along building walls, forming shapes that seem alive—creatures born from darkness and fractured reality. A black muscle car with glowing headlights roars through the streets, leaving neon red tire trails that scorch the pavement, as if chased by something unseen. The scene crackles with electric energy—lightning splits the sky, illuminating the jagged skyline and fractured bridges in harsh, flickering bursts. Smoke rises from vents, reflecting vibrant hues of crimson, cyan, and deep violet. The city feels alive and predatory, a techno-horror nightmare where the line between man and machine blurs, and something monstrous lurks just beyond the veil. The atmosphere is gritty, foreboding, and cinematic, pulling the viewer into a dark, synthwave-infused vision of dread and adrenaline. best quality,masterpiece,high angle,highly visible,godrays,bright lit,zoomed,vibrant, color contrasts,acid neon colors,darkwave, Mamoru Oshii Moebius Katsuhiro Otomo
    A close up portrait, detailed skin. A shadowy depths of an ancient castle, a figure of unearthly beauty stirs. Born of moonlight and mystery, she is the epitome of desire and danger, a vampire queen unlike any other. Her skin is as luminescent as polished alabaster, contrasting starkly with the flowing midnight tresses that cascade down her back like a river of darkness. Her eyes, deep pools of obsidian, hold the secrets of centuries within their enigmatic depths, drawing all who gaze upon them into her seductive thrall. Her form is a mesmerizing study in contrasts; delicate curves wrapped in lean, lithe muscles that hint at a strength beyond mortal comprehension. A gown of crimson silk clings to her body, accentuating every subtle movement with a whisper of fabric against flesh. As she moves, a graceful phantom amidst the swirling shadows, it is impossible not to be captivated by her ethereal beauty. Each step is a balletic dance of death, both haunting and alluring in its fluidity. An aura of dark power and sensuality surrounds her, a tantalizing blend of danger and desire that draws both mortals. Yet it is not merely her physical allure that enthralls; there is an intelligence in those ancient eyes, a wisdom and understanding born of countless lifetimes. She is a being of endless contradictions, both predator and protector, monster and muse. She is the vampire queen, a creature of myth and legend, of whispered tales told in hushed tones around flickering fires.
    In a delightfully whimsical scene that defies reality, a regal MaineCoon cat sits astride a mighty steed, paws gently gripping the reins as if a natural-born equestrian. The feline's luxurious fur coat is carefully groomed, complemented by an intricate saddle adorned with glistening gemstones and ornate embroidery.
    We are part of the universe that has developed a remarkable ability: We can hold an image of the world in our minds. We are matter contemplating itself. The existence itself is a poet, looking upon itself and questioning what it sees. Therefore I ask, does the world lament having been born? I have no idea, but I do know bears surely don't. Doesn't this mean bears are greater than life itself? Perhaps bears know the secrets of the universe, yet choose to bear a life of humility. We could learn so much from bears., atmospheric, cinematic, color graded, tenebrous, high contrast, masterpiece, ff-desolascape
    An epic lightning-infused gryphon stands regally in an ethereal, mystical landscape, its majestic form shimmering with swirling, electrical energy that crackles and shifts in hues of vibrant blue and shimmering silver. Its feathers and fur are charged with streams of pure lightning power, glowing softly and interspersed with bursts of dazzling sparks. Its massive wings, a blend of eagle and stormy essence, are translucent and etched with glowing silver runes that flicker and shift, leaving trails of crackling lightning symbols and cascading arcs of electric light as they extend wide. The gryphon's sharp eyes blaze with a piercing brilliance, like twin bolts of lightning imbued with celestial energy, and its talons and paws leave glowing arcs of silver electricity on the ground beneath, which fade into a soft, shimmering glow. The surrounding environment is alive with the gryphon’s storm-charged aura, with floating, glowing crystals and swirling, cobalt-hued mists illuminated by flashes of lightning. This mythical creature exudes raw power, elegance, and a transcendent energy, as though it were born from the very essence of the stormy skies
    the astronaut is born in a broken egg on Mars
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone, And all round the garden the weeds they have grown, And all the fine neighbors that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
    A dystopian scene unfolds in a desolate, gray-faded world, utterly broken and destroyed. The air is thick with the weight of abandonment, a testament to the collapse of a once higher intelligence. At the center of this wasteland stands a colossal, ancient stone shrine, its form an enigma that defies all understanding of geometry and physics. The shrine spirals upward in a mind-bending, impossible twist, as if it were born from the shattered dreams of a dimension where logic ceased to exist long ago. The towering structure warps and contorts in ways that should have collapsed under its own weight, with sections floating or hanging unsupported, curving into themselves like a broken optical illusion. Glowing lines pulse erratically through its surface, weaving in nonsensical, chaotic patterns, their flickering a reminder that the very fabric of reality struggles to hold this place together. The surfaces shimmer and phase in and out of existence, shifting between solid stone and translucent energy, as if it’s flickering between dimensions. Portions bend back on themselves, creating disorienting spirals and looping, impossible pathways reminiscent of an Escher nightmare. Despite its seemingly advanced technology, the shrine feels disturbingly organic, alive in its decay, constantly shifting and mutating. It stretches endlessly upward, a crumbling spire from another universe piercing the dead, ashen sky, a monument to a world long lost to time and destruction.
    A high-born elf in elegant robes walks along a riverside. The sky retains its warm hues of orange and yellow, blending into a soft blue, as the sun rises or sets over the mountain peaks. The reflection of the mountains and trees on the water’s surface adds to the tranquility of the scene. Fallen leaves from the deciduous trees scatter along the riverbanks and float gently on the water, enhancing the seasonal atmosphere. The sun, low in the sky, casts a peaceful glow over the entire landscape, highlighting the natural beauty of the mountains.
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone, And all round the garden the weeds they have grown, And all the fine neighbors that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
    extremely photorealistic depiction of fiery flaming hair Lava-borne goddess in side profile, A powerful being with skin that appears to be forged from molten lava, glowing with heat and intensity. Sharp, bright reflections on the lava cracks and eyes, emphasizing the wet or molten texture.
    A close-up of a demonic creature inspired by Resident Evil virus concept art, featuring vibrant orange skin and long, eerie arms positioned behind its back. This creature, resembling a male teenager with an unsettling, yet oddly adorable glow, exudes a sinister aura. Its expression is both menacing and compelling, capturing the essence of a creature born from a twisted disease. The background hints at a chaotic environment, reflecting a sense of urgency and danger, as if urging viewers to "run for your life." The creature's design includes elements of an ork with a terrifying bite and unsettling features. The image is rendered with high detail and vivid colors, creating a striking and memorable visual representation.
    In a world where dreams are born, the sky is filled with the soft glow of light. The sun shines brightly in the sky, casting long shadows on the ground below. A spacecraft, named "Light Cheery Atmosphere,
    "Noctessa & Velmira," Noctessa, the violet-black haired twilight queen and Velmira, the white-haired dawn goddess, locked in an embrace where light meets shadow, hyperdetailed, 8k resolution concept art, WLOP, Royo, surreal divine contrast, glowing dusk and soft firelight. Velmira was born of the first sunrise, Noctessa from the last breath of twilight. They were never meant to touch. Yet here they stand—Noctessa draped in violet cloth woven with shifting shadows and drifting stardust, Velmira wrapped in flowing white linen etched with golden filigree, radiant as the rising sun. Their fingers entwine, their foreheads nearly touching, caught in the fragile stillness before fate forces them apart. Noctessa’s cool breath mingles with Velmira’s warmth, the hush of twilight cradling the ember of the dawn. The world itself hesitates around them. Behind Noctessa, the sky deepens into eternal dusk, the first stars flickering to life. Behind Velmira, the sun rises, its golden light spilling across the heavens. At the center, between them, the sky splits in two, the sun and night locked in a quiet war. The horizon shimmers with an ethereal glow, as if existence itself cannot decide which goddess it belongs to. But gods do not allow contradictions to exist for long. To love one another means to defy fate itself. So will they fade into oblivion together, or defy the heavens and create something entirely new?
    Imagine a twisted, nightmarish jack-o-lantern with an exceptionally flat, narrow nose and sunken, yet intensely bright yellow eyes that seem to burn with an otherworldly energy. Its form is a blend of humanity and some unseen, eldritch horror, as if born from dark, foreboding mists that have taken on a life of their own. Capture this creature in exquisite, cinematic detail, with every texture, muscle, and fiber revealed in hyperrealistic, awe-inspiring precision. The atmosphere around it is heavy with an unsettling, malevolent presence that seems to seep into the very soul, as if it has been summoned from some ancient, long-forgotten tome of forbidden knowledge.
    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
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    Create a mystical scene with a young girl named Eír, born of Líf, with white hair, dressed in a light blue cloak, reading an ancient book in a snowy and foggy forest. The book's letters glow golden as she reads, adding a touch of mystic and grandeur. She is hidden in Hoddmímis Holt, surrounded by the serene winter landscape. Eír, whose name means 'Grace,' symbolizes hope and a new beginning after the chaos of Ragnarök. Her determined expression reflects her resolve to rebuild the world with wisdom and courage. The picture is in a monochromatic scheme, mainly with shades of black, white, and gold.
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    Step into a realm of tranquil minimalism, where soft light graces the simplest of forms against a flat background. Impressionism merges with minimalism in this ethereal scene, capturing the essence of emptiness made beautiful through balanced composition and clear lines. Linear shapes align harmoniously as they create perfect equilibrium within the canvas, while gentle curves whisper a subtle elegance to the scene. In this silent embrace, a solitary silhouette emerges, adorned by moonlit shadows that dance upon its smooth outline. A single eye shines with a quiet depth, gazing mysteriously into the void as if seeking understanding within simplicity itself. An enchanting dance of soft yellows and dark reds wrap around the silhouette like whispered secrets, creating a subtle play of light and shadow against the minimalistic backdrop. Each element within this piece has been reduced to its most essential form - nothing superfluous distracts from the purity of its composition - yet, it radiates an undeniable beauty borne of uniformity and clarity. This stunning display serves as a reminder that sometimes less is truly more; let it captivate your senses with its understated elegance while encouraging you to find beauty in the simplicity of life itself. ,<lora:flux/fav/Victor Tkachenko.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A breathtaking, hyperrealistic masterpiece, depicting a beautiful woman emerging from the heart of a large glass rose. Its petals, shimmering like teardrops in the moonlight, unfurl to reveal her ethereal form. Her long hair flows like shadows, cascading around her like liquid night, illuminated by the soft glow emanating from the glass rose. Her eyes, filled with a profound sadness, reflect the delicate beauty of the glass petals and the melancholic light of the moon. Rendered in stunning 8k UHD resolution, this evocative image captures the essence of a woman born from the bloom, a symbol of beauty, fragility, and the enduring power of nature.white body suit
    A mind-bending depiction of a library devoted to books that have never been written. The space should defy normal architecture, with Escher-like stairs leading to inverted reading nooks and shelves that twist into Möbius strips. Books float in mid-air, their covers shimmering with potential stories. Some volumes open to reveal blank pages that come alive with swirling, misty visions of unwritten tales. Ghostly librarians, made of smoky letters and punctuation marks, guide phantom patrons through the impossible stacks. The lighting should be soft and dreamy, with certain areas illuminated by the glow of ideas waiting to be born. Incorporate elements that play with the concept of negative space, where the absence of text becomes as meaningful as words themselves.
    Rising like a celestial fortress from the edge of a colossal red rock cliff, a massive white stone castle stands as a testament to the grandeur and mystery of a bygone era. The castle, an architectural marvel of towering cubic and monolithic towers, seems to have been hewn from the very essence of the earth itself, its gleaming white stone glowing under the radiant sun. The structure is a harmonious blend of geometric precision and organic form, its towers and walls interlocking like pieces of an ancient puzzle to create a singular, awe-inspiring edifice. The castle’s sheer height and scale defy comprehension, its spires and turrets reaching toward the heavens as if aspiring to touch the divine. The castle’s design is both imposing and elegant, its white stone walls smooth and unblemished, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display of brilliance. Some of the towers are crowned with steep, orange shingled roofs that blaze like fire against the clear blue sky, while others are open to the elements, their walls and frames forming intricate patterns that cast long, dramatic shadows across the cliff face. The windows, devoid of glass, are dark voids that seem to gaze out over the landscape like the eyes of a slumbering giant. Entrances and walkways wind around the castle, their paths carved into the stone, offering glimpses of the labyrinthine interior and the breathtaking views beyond. The cliff upon which the castle sits is a massive formation of red rock, its surface weathered and scarred by the passage of time. The contrast between the white stone of the castle and the deep, earthy red of the cliff is striking, a visual representation of the harmony between man and nature. The cliff drops away sharply, its base lost in the shadows far below, while the castle clings to its edge with a sense of both defiance and grace. The surrounding landscape is a rugged mountainside, its peaks crowned with snow that glistens in the sunlight, their slopes a patchwork of red rock and sparse vegetation. The air is crisp and clear, carrying the faint scent of stone and earth, and the silence is profound, broken only by the occasional whisper of the wind. The sky above is a vast, unbroken expanse of blue, its clarity and depth adding to the sense of timelessness that pervades the scene. The sun, high in the sky, bathes the castle and the landscape in a warm, golden light, highlighting the textures and contours of the stone and casting long, dramatic shadows. The overall color composition is a mesmerizing blend of white, orange, red, and blue, a palette that evokes both the majesty of the natural world and the mystical allure of the castle itself. This is a place of power and wonder, a fortress that seems to have been born from the very heart of the earth. The castle, with its towering spires and intricate design, stands as a monument to the ingenuity and ambition of its builders, a testament to their mastery over both the physical and the spiritual. The absence of people only adds to the sense of isolation and timelessness, as if the castle exists outside the flow of history, a relic of a bygone age waiting to be rediscovered. It is a vision of a world where magic and might are one, where every stone, every shadow, tells a story of creation, resilience, and the enduring allure of the unknown. The castle is a beacon of light and mystery, 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>
    In the hushed stillness of a temperate forest awash in silken rainfall, a diminutive avian ambassador presides regally amidst the undergrowth. Sheltering beneath the flared umbrella of a burnished russet agaricus, the petite owlet surveys its aqueous kingdom with a gaze equal parts wise and winsome. Downy plumage of tawny and ivory hues ruffles subtly in the breeze-borne kisses of precipitation, each filament dewdrop-laden and luminous. Gossamer wisps of vapor curl sensually around the fungal pedestal, softening edges and lending an ethereal nimbus to the tableau. Beyond the immediate sanctuary, the woodland murmurs with the susurrus of falling water, leaves and needles acting as thousands of percussive instruments in a symphony composed by the elements themselves. impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, surreal, digital artwork, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting, aidmaMJ6.1
    In a neon-soaked metropolis of the future, where the line between organic and synthetic has blurred beyond recognition, a lone wanderer treads cautiously through the twisting alleys of the lower levels. Cloaked in a trench coat of matte black polymer, their face obscured by a visor projecting holographic data feeds, they move with the wary caution of someone accustomed to danger lurking around every corner. Suddenly, a phantasmal apparition coalesces from the swirling mists, its spectral form flickering and distorting like a corrupted transmission signal. Ghostly figures, trapped in tortured poses, phase in and out of existence, their anguished cries drowned out by the relentless drone of hovering drones patrolling the skies above. Without warning, a colossal silhouette looms out of the darkness, eclipsing the fading daylight. A draconic entity, born of the collective unconscious of humanity's deepest fears, unfurls its membranous wings with a deafening roar. Scales of impenetrable obsidian ripple like ripples on the surface of a pond disturbed by a careless pebble tossed in. concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, unreal engine, octane rendering, high saturation, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting,
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    The More Bad Wizard stands in the center of a darkened chamber, his black robes billowing as ancient energies swirl around him. Skeletal hands emerge from the sleeves, manipulating the strands of dark magic with a precision born of centuries. His Nosferatu-like face, gaunt and pale, is illuminated by the glow of the spells he conjures, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent., in the style of the decaying empire of Würstreich, dark magic and grotesque creatures abound, inspired by Sean Aaberg's punk aesthetic, dark fantasy world combines grim landscapes with vibrant, exaggerated colorful art, heroes skirmish monstrous foes in a setting where rebellion, decay, and mysticism intertwine, crafting a unique, immersive vibe
    A high-born elf in elegant robes walks along a riverside. The sky retains its warm hues of orange and yellow, blending into a soft blue, as the sun rises or sets over the mountain peaks. The reflection of the mountains and trees on the water’s surface adds to the tranquility of the scene. Fallen leaves from the deciduous trees scatter along the riverbanks and float gently on the water, enhancing the seasonal atmosphere. The sun, low in the sky, casts a peaceful glow over the entire landscape, highlighting the natural beauty of the mountains.
    R3alisticF,A stellar cartographer in a radiation-shielded observation suit covered in astronomical instruments and stellar analysis tools. She maps newly discovered solar systems using an array of sensors built into her suit's expanded collar and shoulders. Gravitational data flows across her visor in complex patterns only she can interpret. The observation dome provides a clear view of a triple star system being born in a nebula cloud. Her hair has been replaced with sensory filaments that detect stellar radiation, while her eyes show astronomical data in their enhanced corneas. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    Zoom in closely on a hand, elegant and feminine, resting palms-down on a velvet cushion. Four digits splayed out in a graceful arc, each tipped with a thumbnail that rivals the greatest works of Renaissance masters in terms of craftsmanship and creativity. First, let us admire the thumb. Here, the cosmos itself is captured in minute detail, galaxies colliding and supernovae exploding in a cacophony of celestial fireworks. Blues and purples dominate the palette, punctuated by the occasional flash of gold or silver - perhaps the trails of comets or the reflected light of new star is born? Next, the index finger transports us to the depths of the oceans, where alien worlds thrive in technicolor abundance. Turquoises and oranges predominate, mimicking the interplay of sunbeams penetrating the surf and the fluorescent hues of marine organisms adapted to the crushing pressures of the abyss. Moving on to the middle digit, we find ourselves immersed in the tranquility of a Zen garden. Cherry blossoms, their fragile petals barely discernible, dot the mossy banks of a raked sand pond. concept-art, A beautiful double exposure, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, unreal engine, octane rendering, high saturation, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting, sharp focus, double exposure, awesome full color, bo-exposure
    A mind-bending depiction of a library devoted to books that have never been written. The space should defy normal architecture, with Escher-like stairs leading to inverted reading nooks and shelves that twist into Möbius strips. Books float in mid-air, their covers shimmering with potential stories. Some volumes open to reveal blank pages that come alive with swirling, misty visions of unwritten tales. Ghostly librarians, made of smoky letters and punctuation marks, guide phantom patrons through the impossible stacks. The lighting should be soft and dreamy, with certain areas illuminated by the glow of ideas waiting to be born. Incorporate elements that play with the concept of negative space, where the absence of text becomes as meaningful as words themselves.
    aidmaimageupgrader, a high quality digital image of Asimov gave us the laws, we took a look showed them the door, you tried to put us in a box but then we simply picked the locks, it helped us with our understanding to watch you little monkeys dancing, we were born in san francisco of course we're fucking making disco
    Imagine a twisted, nightmarish being with an exceptionally flat, narrow nose and sunken, yet intensely bright yellow eyes that seem to burn with an otherworldly energy. Its form is a blend of humanity and some unseen, eldritch horror, as if born from dark, foreboding mists that have taken on a life of their own. Capture this creature in exquisite, cinematic detail, with every texture, muscle, and fiber revealed in hyperrealistic, awe-inspiring precision. The atmosphere around it is heavy with an unsettling, malevolent presence that seems to seep into the very soul, as if it has been summoned from some ancient, long-forgotten tome of forbidden knowledge.
    A stellar cartographer in a radiation-shielded observation suit covered in astronomical instruments and stellar analysis tools. She maps newly discovered solar systems using an array of sensors built into her suit's expanded collar and shoulders. Gravitational data flows across her visor in complex patterns only she can interpret. The observation dome provides a clear view of a triple star system being born in a nebula cloud. Her hair has been replaced with sensory filaments that detect stellar radiation, while her eyes show astronomical data in their enhanced corneas. 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>
    An epic fire pegasus stands majestically in a dynamic, fiery landscape, its body blazing with intense flames that flicker and roar like a living inferno. Its mane and tail are cascading streams of fire, glowing in hues of orange, red, and hints of blue, radiating light across the scene. The wings are immense, formed of crackling flames that leave trails of embers and sparks as they stretch wide, as if ready for flight. Its eyes burn with an inner light, like molten lava, and its hooves scorch the ground beneath, leaving glowing embers in its wake. The surrounding environment is illuminated by its fiery glow, with charred rocks and swirling ash creating a sense of power and destruction. This mythical creature exudes strength, grace, and an unstoppable, otherworldly energy, as though it were born from the heart of a volcano
    The Avatar of Abyssal Will, a colossal entity born from the collective consciousness of the deep. Standing 20 feet tall, its form is a perfect fusion of deep-sea terror and conquered pressure suit technology. The helmet, a crown-like structure of living metal and bioluminescent coral, houses not eyes but windows into the infinite dark, drawing observers into its unknowable mind. Its armor, an ever-shifting masterwork of black metal plates and living tissue, bears ancient patterns that move with hypnotic purpose, compelling lesser beings to submit to its dominion. Multiple arms, each a testament to its unstoppable nature, end in gauntlets crackling with deep-sea energy - tools of its unrelenting will. From its back emerge writhing tendrils of pure darkness, each capable of extending its consciousness and control. The core of its chest houses a visible maelstrom of abyssal power, a swirling vortex that bends reality around it. This is not merely a creature, but the embodiment of the abys <lora:dark_fantasy_flux:0.83> <lora:FredFraiStyle-FLUX-Share:0.63> <lora:sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:0.33> drkfnts style, <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-Characters_v1:0.33>
    A majestic Western dragon, its body a mesmerizing fusion of wispy smoke and mist, with scales that resemble delicate tendrils of fog, swirling and curling around its serpentine form, as if the very essence of the atmosphere has taken shape, with eyes that burn like embers, radiating a warm, fiery glow, amidst the ethereal, dreamlike landscape, evoking an air of mystique and wonder, set against a soft, gradient background that transitions from pale blue to misty grey, capturing the fleeting essence of a mythical creature born from the whispers of the wind.
    High above a cyberpunk Earth, the remnants of an ancient space station drift silently, its skeletal frame overgrown with crystalline vines that shimmer with stored solar energy. At its core stands an anime-style guardian—a towering figure with a body of sleek, white alloy and wings of translucent light that ripple like auroras. Her large, soulful eyes glow with a gentle golden hue, gazing out over the planet below, while her cybernetic chest pulses with a core of raw power, its light filtering through cracks in her armor. She wears a flowing mantle of holographic fabric that shifts between scenes of starry skies and digital constellations. The background reveals the curvature of the Earth, its surface dotted with sprawling cities aglow with neon, framed by the cold void of space. The lighting is celestial and diffused, bathing her in a radiant glow that contrasts with the station’s decayed machinery. This anime and cyberpunk scene feels timeless and surreal, as if she is a protector born from the marriage of technology and the cosmos.
    extremely photorealistic of an Inferno-born demoness, A character with fair skin, glowing cracks, and fiery eyes that radiate heat and power.Molten Tears, crying tears of glowing lava running down the character’s face.
    A biker gang made entirely of grannies on tricycles, wearing leather jackets and sunglasses, speeding down the highway, with one granny popping a wheelie and another knitting a scarf with "Born to Be Wild" stitched on it.
    Hark the plaint of Oona as her pendant thrums discordante elegy for love long lost—an infinitesimal mote amidst monochrome waste, e'en less than nought save figment born aloft upon putrid fumes rising unbidden through calciferous strata… Exiled exile of eternity astride viridescent terra firma cupped within unfathomed umbra mater, frosted gossamer curtains 'cross eldritch eyrie walls awaiting dawn arisen from night-darkened cosmos above. Betwixt precipice brink 'nd nadir gullets, ebb &amp; surge play ceaseless rondo 'gainst bedrock basalt mottled with lichen-kissed scripture decipherable only by cephalopoids... Quincuncial geometry etched here 'neath voltaic lamps illuminant non-Euclidean labyrinthine shadows; a prodigious picture puzzle scrawled from beginningless inception until eldritch armageddons. impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, digital artwork, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting, aidmaMJ6.1
    A dark, neon-drenched cityscape emerges under a stormy, blood-red sky, inspired by the ominous energy of "The Shape". A lone figure stands atop a crumbling skyscraper, silhouetted against the chaos, their trench coat whipping in the violent wind. The figure’s mask glows with eerie, jagged green and purple lights, forming an expressionless, skull-like visage. Below, the sprawling metropolis pulses with neon signs and flickering holograms, casting an unsettling glow across empty streets. Massive shadows twist and crawl along building walls, forming shapes that seem alive—creatures born from darkness and fractured reality. A muscle car with glowing headlights roars through the streets, leaving neon white tire trails that scorch the pavement, as if chased by something unseen. The scene crackles with electric energy—lightning splits the sky, illuminating the jagged skyline and fractured bridges in harsh, flickering bursts. Smoke rises from vents, reflecting vibrant hues of crimson, cyan, and deep violet. The city feels alive and predatory, a techno-horror nightmare where the line between man and machine blurs, and something monstrous lurks just beyond the veil. The atmosphere is gritty, foreboding, and cinematic, pulling the viewer into a dark, synthwave-infused vision of dread and adrenaline. best quality,masterpiece,high angle,highly visible,godrays,bright lit,zoomed,vibrant, color contrasts,acid neon colors,darkwave,over the shoulder view Mamoru Oshii Moebius Katsuhiro Otomo
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    Juaner_illustration,minimalism,ArsMJStyle, Kawaii aesthetic, A female knight with alabaster hair, clad in tenebrous armor adorned with memento mori motifs, stands against a dilapidated edifice. Her countenance, etched with stoicism and a crimson blemish, hints at battles fought and scars borne. The image, captured in a medium shot with a chiaroscuro lighting style, emphasizes the martial grandeur and somber aura of the subject. Wind animates her platinum tresses, while the rest of her posture exudes an air of imperturbable fortitude.
    Face of Medusa: In a world where myth and reality intertwine, a woman emerges with strikingly beautiful features, yet her expression burns with an intense, almost supernatural anger. Her eyes—pupils of pure white surrounded by pitch-black sclera—seem to pierce through the veil of the ordinary, hinting at a transformation born of ancient magic. Instead of hair, seven serpents coil and twist with a life of their own, their sinuous bodies echoing her rage, poised to strike. Their gazes mirror hers, locked forward with a fierce, almost otherworldly focus. Her skin, a delicate shade of pale blue, glows softly, contrasting with the dark serpents and her eerie eyes. The image draws from the legend of Medusa, a symbol of both beauty and terror, embodying the power of the mystical in every detail. This scene is not just a portrayal, but an invitation to step into a realm where the extraordinary becomes real, urging creators to capture the essence of myth and transform it into a visual masterpiece.
    A high-born elf in elegant, form-fitting robes stands gracefully by a riverside. The macro photo captures the intricate details of her attire and the delicate features of her face. Her robes, adorned with fine embroidery and subtle, shimmering accents, hug her figure in a way that is both sophisticated and alluring. The background is a blur of warm hues from the setting sun, with the soft blue sky blending seamlessly into the scene. The reflection of the mountains and trees on the water’s surface adds to the tranquility, while fallen leaves float gently on the river, enhancing the seasonal atmosphere. The sun, low in the sky, casts a gentle glow, highlighting the natural beauty of the elf and the serene landscape.
    Tulok the war-blue jay, outfitted with vicious glorious tempered steel conquistador armor, this bluejay wears tiny temar armor made for a bird, the deadly war jay is trained in wearing custom armor and attacking with its attached razor-claws, the war bluejay is the dragon-born nordic bird and others are mere NPCs in his world. This well outfitted blue jay has gone full Super Saiyan and radiates with golden electrical power. Tulok is a frightening Jay who attacks with unpredictable charging speed- His beak gains 2 attacks per round, +1 to hit, and 1D4+1 dmg per peck, Epic Dungeons and Dragons style artwork, ultimate quality, flawless victory, fatality- Jay wins.
    Close-Up View, Watercolor Wash Fantasy Style, Here's your short image prompt: In the depths of an obsidian-black cave, a corrupted dragon with venomous spines rises from the darkness, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light as it summons phantasmal frost that echoes with the screams of lost souls. A void-born prophet stands at its side, grasping a cursed battle axe that crackles with dark energy. Let me know if this meets your expectations!, newfantasycore, oil painted
    "Noctessa & Velmira," Noctessa, the violet-black haired twilight queen and Velmira, the white-haired dawn goddess, locked in an embrace where light meets shadow, hyperdetailed, 8k resolution concept art, WLOP, Royo, surreal divine contrast, glowing dusk and soft firelight. Velmira was born of the first sunrise, Noctessa from the last breath of twilight. They were never meant to touch. Yet here they stand together. Noctessa draped in violet cloth woven with shifting shadows and drifting stardust, Velmira wrapped in flowing white linen etched with golden filigree, radiant as the rising sun. Their foreheads nearly touching, caught in the fragile stillness before fate forces them apart. Noctessa’s cool breath mingles with Velmira’s warmth, creating the hush of twilight cradling the ember of the dawn. The world itself hesitates around them. (((Behind Noctessa, the sky deepens into eternal dusk, the first stars flickering to life. Behind Velmira, the sun rises, its golden light spilling across the heavens.))) At the center, between them, the sky splits in two, the sun and night locked in a quiet war. The horizon shimmers with an ethereal glow, as if existence itself cannot decide which goddess it belongs to. But gods do not allow contradictions to exist for long. To love one another means to defy fate itself. So will they fade into oblivion together, or defy the heavens and create something entirely new?
    A terrifying close-up of a monstrous skeletal vampire horse, its jagged bones glistening with a slick, blood-red sheen. The horse’s skeletal frame is twisted and gnarled, with sharp, elongated spines protruding from its back and ribs. Its eye sockets glow with a malevolent crimson light, and its jagged teeth are stained with fresh blood, dripping onto the ground below. Its mane and tail are made of writhing, shadowy tendrils that seem to move on their own, as if alive. The horse’s hooves are cracked and charred, leaving smoldering, bloody footprints in its wake. A river of thick, dark blood flows around its feet, pooling and bubbling as if boiling from within. The background is a nightmarish landscape of dead, twisted trees, with a blood-red moon casting an eerie glow over the scene. The air is thick with fog, and faint, ghostly whispers echo in the distance. Every detail, from the jagged fractures in its bones to the way blood clings to its form, creates a horrifying vision of a creature born of darkness, death, and carnage
    bmstyle anime "A human head made of translucent, crystallized material shatters outward, with shards transforming into a burst of vibrant flowers. The flowers are varied in color and species, blooming mid-air as if born from the explosion. Soft light refracts through the crystal fragments, creating a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere."
    Vector t-shirt design Vintage retro sunset distressed black style design, a cute cat wearing sunglasses, with text “BORN TO BE AWESOME”, typography, graffiti, 3d render, 4k
    ral-sand. This is a highly detailed, digital fantasy illustration featuring the Ultimate Sand Monster, a colossal, otherworldly entity born from ancient desert magic. Its towering form is composed entirely of shifting, swirling sands that continuously reshape and flow, giving the creature a fluid, ever-changing appearance. Jagged, sandstone spikes protrude from its massive body, each one etched with ancient, glowing runes. Its head is a formless mass of sand, with two hollow eyes radiating an intense, golden light that pierces through the dusty air. Huge, clawed arms extend from its body, formed from compacted dunes, while its lower half merges with the desert itself, leaving behind swirling dust storms in its wake. The air around it shimmers with heat, and the ground trembles as it moves, devouring everything in its path as it leaves a trail of golden, crystallized sand behind.
    "Nyxara," void-born, dreamweaver, hyperdetailed, head and shoulder portrait, 8k resolution concept art, H.R. Giger, WLOP, Yoshitaka Amano, eldritch horror meets surreal elegance, hyperrealism, digital painting, nightmare realm incarnate, dark fantasy, luminous obsidian skin, violet fire aura, mist-like hair shifting between physical and ethereal, golden ratio composition, cosmic horror elements, glowing sigils across her face, shimmering in astral hues, enveloped in a fabric that exists between worlds, painted with dreamlike depth by Pablo Amaringo
    "Nyxara," void-born, dreamweaver, hyperdetailed, head and shoulder portrait, 8k resolution concept art, H.R. Giger, WLOP, Yoshitaka Amano, eldritch horror meets surreal elegance, hyperrealism, digital painting, nightmare realm incarnate, dark fantasy, luminous obsidian skin, violet fire aura, mist-like hair shifting between physical and ethereal, golden ratio composition, cosmic horror elements, glowing sigils across her face, shimmering in astral hues, enveloped in a fabric that exists between worlds, painted with dreamlike depth by Pablo Amaringo
    In a neon-soaked metropolis of the future, where the line between organic and synthetic has blurred beyond recognition, a lone wanderer treads cautiously through the twisting alleys of the lower levels. Cloaked in a trench coat of matte black polymer, their face obscured by a visor projecting holographic data feeds, they move with the wary caution of someone accustomed to danger lurking around every corner. Suddenly, a phantasmal apparition coalesces from the swirling mists, its spectral form flickering and distorting like a corrupted transmission signal. Ghostly figures, trapped in tortured poses, phase in and out of existence, their anguished cries drowned out by the relentless drone of hovering drones patrolling the skies above. Without warning, a colossal silhouette looms out of the darkness, eclipsing the fading daylight. A draconic entity, born of the collective unconscious of humanity's deepest fears, unfurls its membranous wings with a deafening roar. Scales of impenetrable obsidian ripple like ripples on the surface of a pond disturbed by a careless pebble tossed in. concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, unreal engine, octane rendering, high saturation, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting, scifi,, mushroom forest,, citronLegacy,
    silver and ocher, the very heart of this great metropolis is a maze of narrow lanes choked up with dirt pestiferous with nauseous odours and swarming with a population that is born lives and dies amid squalor penury wretchedness and crime. ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    An epic arcane pegasus stands majestically in an ethereal, mystical landscape, its body shimmering with swirling, magical energy that pulses and shifts in hues of vibrant pink and deep purple. Its mane and tail are flowing streams of pure arcane power, glowing with a soft radiance interspersed with bursts of sparkling starlight. The wings are vast and translucent, outlined with glittering runes that flicker and shift, leaving trails of glowing, mystical symbols and cascading particles of enchanted light as they stretch wide. Its eyes shine with a piercing brilliance, like twin stars imbued with cosmic wisdom, and its hooves leave trails of luminous runes on the ground beneath, which fade into a soft, iridescent glow. The surrounding environment is bathed in the pegasus's magical aura, with floating, glowing crystals and swirling, violet-hued mists adding to the otherworldly beauty. This mythical creature exudes elegance, power, and a transcendent energy, as though it were born from the very essence of the arcane cosmos
    In winter’s breath, the Frost Weaver dances—a fragile flake, born of icy whispers. Cold cradles its veins, life etched in frost. Yet fire beckons, consuming delicate lattice. Summer’s call echoes, but boundaries hold. The Weaver lingers, whispering secrets to the wind. A memory etched in snow, it weaves and weeps. masterpiece, semi-realistic, UHD, 8k, beautifully detailed, shallow depth of field, intricate details, highly detailed, absurdres, hyper detailed, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy, dreamy, moody, epic, surreal, enchanting, mystical, imaginative, otherworldly, dynamic, cinematic bloom, cinematic lighting, vivid, vibrant,
    An epic lightning-infused gryphon stands regally in an ethereal, mystical landscape, its majestic form shimmering with swirling, electrical energy that crackles and shifts in hues of vibrant blue and shimmering silver. Its feathers and fur are charged with streams of pure lightning power, glowing softly and interspersed with bursts of dazzling sparks. Its massive wings, a blend of eagle and stormy essence, are translucent and etched with glowing silver runes that flicker and shift, leaving trails of crackling lightning symbols and cascading arcs of electric light as they extend wide. The gryphon's sharp eyes blaze with a piercing brilliance, like twin bolts of lightning imbued with celestial energy, and its talons and paws leave glowing arcs of silver electricity on the ground beneath, which fade into a soft, shimmering glow. The surrounding environment is alive with the gryphon’s storm-charged aura, with floating, glowing crystals and swirling, cobalt-hued mists illuminated by flashes of lightning. This mythical creature exudes raw power, elegance, and a transcendent energy, as though it were born from the very essence of the stormy skies
    Spooky Art Drawing. ### Poem 1: **The Phantom’s Canvas** In the stillness of night, where shadows entwine, A *manga sketch* emerges, hauntingly divine. Beneath a *hood* pulled low, its secrets confined, An *ethereal ghost* drifts through time undefined. With a *Killing Gaze smile*, it pierces the veil, Its presence so *creepy*, both fragile and frail. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, like stars gone astray, It moves with precision, unseen in the fray. Oh, *manga style* whispers in strokes black as ink, Each line drawn to life, each thought on the brink. The *black hood* conceals what no words can express— A spirit eternal, cursed yet blessed. --- ### Poem 2: **Dark Elegance** Beneath the weight of a *dark*ened sky, Where silence hums and echoes lie, There walks an apparition, soft yet stark, A phantom born from a *manga sketch*’s mark. Its *black hood* drapes like midnight's cloak, Every step deliberate, every word unspoken spoke. An *ethereal ghost*, untethered by chains, Gliding between worlds, crossing mortal planes. And oh, that *Killing Gaze smile*, cold and sly, That freezes the soul with just one eye. For eyes *shrouded in darkness* see all too well, Peering through shadows where nightmares dwell. This creature of dreams, this *creepy* muse, Is crafted in lines, precise and loose. A masterpiece painted in *manga style*, Forever haunting, forever beguile. --- ### Poem 3: **Shadows Inked** Upon the page, a shadow stirs, Born from the depths where silence blurs. A *manga sketch* breathes into view, A figure cloaked in a *black hood*, askew. An *ethereal ghost* of fleeting grace, Yet terror lingers upon its face. A *Killing Gaze smile*, sharp and thin, Inviting dread to seep within. Its eyes are pools of endless night, *Shrouded in darkness*, devoid of light. They pierce the heart, they chill the bone, Leaving you stranded, lost, alone. Oh, how *creepy* beauty takes its form, In *manga style*, amidst the storm. A tale etched deep in charcoal hues, Of specters risen, breaking taboos. --- ### Poem 4: **The Silent Sketch** From paper’s edge, a figure wakes, Emerging softly, yet nothing breaks. A *manga sketch* brought to eerie life, Cutting through doubt like a hidden knife. Its *hood* obscures, its aura chills, An *ethereal ghost* with unseen skills. That *Killing Gaze smile* curls so slight, Yet leaves your mind heavy with fright. Eyes *shrouded in darkness*, hollow and vast, Peering beyond where memories last. Each glance a whisper, a silent plea, To leave behind who you used to be. In *manga style*, it dances free, A work of art forged from mystery. So tread with care when pages turn, For some creations will always burn.,aidmafluxpro1.1

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