null cautiously past a

    On an abandoned city street,ruins and debris are scattered everywhere. Dust drifts through the dim light,revealing that the once-thriving metropolis is now a thing of the past. Shattered storefront windows,collapsed streetlights,and cracked asphalt silently tell the story of a devastating catastrophe.A heavily armed rescue worker moves forward cautiously. He is clad in a thick biohazard suit,a tactical helmet,and a gas mask that obscures his face. In his hands,he grips a high-powered flashlight and a life detection device,meticulously scanning for any possible survivors. His movements are deliberate,and on his back,he carries a medical kit and weapons,prepared for any sudden dangers.In the distance,a rusted car still smolders,releasing thin trails of black smoke into the air. Overhead,a crow perches on a broken traffic light,letting out an ominous caw. This is a world of deathly silence,where the only sounds are the rescue worker’s breathing and the crunch of his boots against shattered rubble,breaking the suffocating stillness of this desolate place.,<lora:kcyberpunk-01:0.6>,kcyberpunk,
    Lughnasadh in the decaying mansion, an ancient estate overrun by darkness, realism with a dark, oppressive feel, participants cautiously exploring the crumbling rooms, Lugh leading the way, his golden light flickering weakly, Wicker Beasts standing guard at the entrances, their eyes glowing with an eerie light, Harvest Fey appearing as twisted, malevolent versions of themselves, atmosphere of fear, the past mingling with the present, and the lingering spirits of the mansion's former inhabitants, the air thick with the scent of decay and old blood., in the style of a Lughnasadh-inspired scene with a lush, late summer early autumn landscape, bucolic beauty and mysterious rituals of the pagan sabbat, infused with sensuality and a hint of eerie allure, retro 70s vibe
    This steampunk-Ghostlystyle graphic novel panel shows survivors navigating a massive, haunted ship in a ghostly Biopunk world. The rusted iron vessel drifts over a dark, misty sea, with eerie neon tubes flickering and ghostly smoke swirling. Clad in patched-up armor, the survivors tread cautiously through the decaying ship, haunted by spectral remnants of their mechanical past and an industrial void filled with restless, phantom machines.
    Lughnasadh in the decaying mansion, an ancient estate overrun by darkness, realism with a dark, oppressive feel, participants cautiously exploring the crumbling rooms, Lugh leading the way, his golden light flickering weakly, Wicker Beasts standing guard at the entrances, their eyes glowing with an eerie light, Harvest Fey appearing as twisted, malevolent versions of themselves, atmosphere of fear, the past mingling with the present, and the lingering spirits of the mansion's former inhabitants, the air thick with the scent of decay and old blood., in the style of a Lughnasadh-inspired scene with a lush, late summer early autumn landscape, bucolic beauty and mysterious rituals of the pagan sabbat, infused with sensuality and a hint of eerie allure, retro 70s vibe
    raw photo of a A dystopian scene depicting a crumbling, abandoned cityscape dominated by a decaying bridge, which looms ominously over the desolate environment. The sky is filled with a dark, oppressive fog, casting a muted greenish-blue hue over everything, adding to the eerie, post-apocalyptic atmosphere. The bridge, once grand, is now in ruins, with dangling wires, broken structures, and small flickers of orange light hinting at remnants of past fires or ongoing decay. Below, a small group of silhouetted figures walks cautiously through the debris-strewn streets, surrounded by dilapidated buildings, shattered signs, and overgrown vegetation. The distant city skyline is barely visible through the thick fog, with only a few skyscrapers piercing the gloom. The overall mood is one of abandonment, decay, and the struggle for survival in a world that has long since fallen into ruin.
    <lora:Dark Cinematic:0.5> DRK A tense, cinematic scene of a soldier clad in dark tactical gear, his face obscured by a heavy-duty gas mask with fogged-up lenses. He grips a worn rifle tightly, its barrel slightly raised as he moves cautiously through the narrow, decaying hallways of a post-Soviet apartment building. The dim, flickering overhead lights cast long shadows, barely illuminating the peeling paint on the walls, exposing layers of faded colors and crumbling plaster. The air is thick with dust, disturbed by his slow, deliberate footsteps on the grimy, debris-covered floor. Old Soviet-era posters hang tattered on the walls, their messages long forgotten. Rusted pipes run along the ceiling, some dripping, creating a faint echo that blends with the distant creaks of the aging structure. Faint graffiti in Cyrillic is scrawled across the walls, remnants of past occupants. The soldier’s breathing is audible through the mask, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. His head tilts slightly as he listens for movement, the silence only broken by the occasional distant thud or the sound of wind howling through broken windows. The hallway ahead disappears into darkness, an eerie unknown that looms in front of him as he takes another careful step forward.
    On an abandoned city street,ruins and debris are scattered everywhere. Dust drifts through the dim light,revealing that the once-thriving metropolis is now a thing of the past. Shattered storefront windows,collapsed streetlights,and cracked asphalt silently tell the story of a devastating catastrophe.A heavily armed rescue worker moves forward cautiously. He is clad in a thick biohazard suit,a tactical helmet,and a gas mask that obscures his face. In his hands,he grips a high-powered flashlight and a life detection device,meticulously scanning for any possible survivors. His movements are deliberate,and on his back,he carries a medical kit and weapons,prepared for any sudden dangers.In the distance,a rusted car still smolders,releasing thin trails of black smoke into the air. Overhead,a crow perches on a broken traffic light,letting out an ominous caw. This is a world of deathly silence,where the only sounds are the rescue worker’s breathing and the crunch of his boots against shattered rubble,breaking the suffocating stillness of this desolate place.,<lora:kcyberpunk-01:0.6>,kcyberpunk,
    This steampunk-Ghostlystyle graphic novel panel shows survivors navigating a massive, haunted ship in a ghostly Biopunk world. The rusted iron vessel drifts over a dark, misty sea, with eerie neon tubes flickering and ghostly smoke swirling. Clad in patched-up armor, the survivors tread cautiously through the decaying ship, haunted by spectral remnants of their mechanical past and an industrial void filled with restless, phantom machines.
    A cyberpunk dystopian city at night, covered in a thin layer of snow, illuminated by towering skyscrapers with glowing neon lights. In the foreground, a hooded figure pushes a worn-out shopping cart through the snow, accompanied by a stray dog wrapped in a makeshift blanket. The individual moves cautiously past a restricted military zone, where massive combat mechs stand guard under the artificial glow of floodlights. One of the mechs, resembling a heavily armored bipedal machine with powerful limbs and advanced targeting systems, crouches as if scanning its surroundings. The area is enclosed by high barbed-wire fences, security cameras, and warning signs, emphasizing a sense of surveillance and control. The atmosphere is thick with falling snow, muffling the sounds of the distant metropolis, where corporate skyscrapers loom in the background, their cold, blue lights contrasting against the gritty streets below. The entire scene carries a haunting, cinematic aesthetic—evoking themes of loneliness, survival, and the stark divide between the elite and those struggling on the fringes of a technologically oppressive society. , anime, cyberpunk
    On an abandoned city street,ruins and debris are scattered everywhere. Dust drifts through the dim light,revealing that the once-thriving metropolis is now a thing of the past. Shattered storefront windows,collapsed streetlights,and cracked asphalt silently tell the story of a devastating catastrophe.A heavily armed rescue worker moves forward cautiously. He is clad in a thick biohazard suit,a tactical helmet,and a gas mask that obscures his face. In his hands,he grips a high-powered flashlight and a life detection device,meticulously scanning for any possible survivors. His movements are deliberate,and on his back,he carries a medical kit and weapons,prepared for any sudden dangers.In the distance,a rusted car still smolders,releasing thin trails of black smoke into the air. Overhead,a crow perches on a broken traffic light,letting out an ominous caw. This is a world of deathly silence,where the only sounds are the rescue worker’s breathing and the crunch of his boots against shattered rubble,breaking the suffocating stillness of this desolate place.,<lora:kcyberpunk-01:0.6>,kcyberpunk,

      FLUX

    • Dev - flux_dev.safetensors