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Full-length portrait of a sinister demon girl striding with a colossal, molten-maned lion bound by a chain of smoldering skulls. The demon girl has obsidian horns, glowing crimson eyes, and tattered robes revealing ashen skin; her pose exudes predatory grace. Style: Fusion of Zdzisław Beksiński’s surreal horror (twisted anatomy, hellscape textures), Brom’s dark fantasy edge (dramatic chiaroscuro, brooding atmosphere), and Gustave Doré’s intricate engravings (dense crosshatching, mythic scale). Medium: Ink and charcoal on cracked volcanic stone parchment with faint gold-leaf accents. Color palette: Infernal crimson, molten gold, and charred obsidian, with glowing embers in the lion’s mane and the girl’s eyes. Composition: Jagged, shadow-cloaked figures against a blazing hellscape background (lava rivers, skeletal ruins). Rules: Sinister flowing lines (no angular punk shapes), textures mimicking cracked earth and ash, intense depth via layered smoke. Focal point on the lion’s snarling maw and the demon girl’s clawed hand gripping the chain. No bright colors except fire/embers; all shadows must feel alive and menacing.

A vast and endless underworld, Sheol stretches beneath the earth like a forgotten chasm, its atmosphere thick with an eerie, otherworldly silence. The ground is cracked and lifeless, composed of blackened stone and ashen dust, while towering jagged pillars fade into an eternal twilight. The air is heavy with a ghostly mist, swirling around the countless shadowy figures, endless in number, stretching as far as the eye can see.
These spectral forms, their shapes flickering between solid and translucent, drift aimlessly in the gloom—faceless, hollow-eyed, their bodies blurred between existence and nothingness. Some stand motionless, frozen in time, while others shuffle forward in eternal silence, lost to the void. Their outlines waver, dissolving like smoke only to reform again, as if trapped in an endless loop of forgotten souls.
Dim, flickering lights, like dying embers, float aimlessly in the gloom, casting faint, shifting glows over the abyss. The walls of Sheol seem to stretch infinitely, carved with ancient, unreadable inscriptions, whispering the secrets of the dead. Deep within, shadowy doorways hint at even darker depths, places where the silence is broken only by the distant echoes of murmured laments.
A sense of vast isolation and eerie tranquility lingers, as if time itself has lost meaning. There is no fire, no torment—only the weight of eternal stillness, the mournful whispers of the countless souls that have long faded from the world above.
Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, dark fantasy, gothic realism, atmospheric and haunting, hyper-realistic textures, eerie and mystical composition. DarkAtmosCE style, aidmamj6.1

$Dystopian sci-fi themed, analog photo, highly detailed, an upper body shot of a space knight standing in the ruins of a forgotten celestial temple. Her synthetic, translucent armor glimmers faintly with a bleached neon glow, its surfaces embedded with intricate circuits and microchips that pulse with uneven, flickering light. The armor is sleek yet battle-worn, with visible cracks revealing tangled wires beneath the surface. Neon veins of green, blue, and pale orange streak through the translucent material, illuminating her form in ghostly hues. Her pauldrons and breastplate seem weightless, their edges shimmering like fractured glass, while faint vapor trails drift from her body into the dim atmosphere. Volumetric light, atmospheric lighting, volumetric dust, Her face is framed by a transparent, helmet-like crown adorned with glowing symbols that hover and rotate, casting faint patterns across her expression. Her eyes burn with a cold, white-blue intensity, reflecting her unwavering resolve. Her short, ashen hair glows faintly where it meets the ambient light, as though charged with latent energy. In her hand, she holds a massive sword forged from the same translucent, glowing material as her armor, its edge radiating a pale, lethal light that cuts through the heavy mist surrounding her.$

$Dystopian sci-fi fantasy digital art, highly detailed, an upper body shot of a space knight standing in the ruins of a forgotten celestial temple. Her synthetic, translucent armor glimmers faintly with a bleached neon glow, its surfaces embedded with intricate circuits and microchips that pulse with uneven, flickering light. The armor is sleek yet battle-worn, with visible cracks revealing tangled wires beneath the surface. Neon veins of green, blue, and pale orange streak through the translucent material, illuminating her form in ghostly hues. Her pauldrons and breastplate seem weightless, their edges shimmering like fractured glass, while faint vapor trails drift from her body into the dim atmosphere. Her face is framed by a transparent, helmet-like crown adorned with glowing symbols that hover and rotate, casting faint patterns across her expression. Her eyes burn with a cold, white-blue intensity, reflecting her unwavering resolve. Her short, ashen hair glows faintly where it meets the ambient light, as though charged with latent energy. In her hand, she holds a massive sword forged from the same translucent, glowing material as her armor, its edge radiating a pale, lethal light that cuts through the heavy mist surrounding her.$

a haunting, eerie figure lurking in the shadowy corner of what seems to be an abandoned, dimly lit room. The figure is humanoid but emaciated and ghostly in appearance, with gaunt, skeletal features and hollow, dark eye sockets. Its face is expressionless, but the lack of detail and the pale, ashen skin give it an unsettling, spectral presence.

The room itself is old and decrepit, with cracked, moldy walls and a small, round window that allows a faint beam of light to filter in. This light partially illuminates the figure but also casts deep shadows, leaving much of the creature obscured in darkness. The ceiling appears low, adding to the sense of claustrophobia and unease, and the overall atmosphere feels oppressive and abandoned.

The figure seems to be either hovering or leaning against the wall, its body almost blending with the darkness. The contrast between the dim light from the window and the pitch-black shadows creates a strong sense of tension and dread, as if the figure is watching silently, waiting for something unknown. The mood of the image is deeply unsettling, evoking feelings of fear, isolation, and the presence of something malevolent lurking just out of view.

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Emphasized upper body focus, an ultra-detailed close-up of a mystical woman with cracked, stone-like skin that appears weathered and ancient. The cracks spread like veins across her pale, ashen face, glowing vividly with molten lava tones of red, orange, and gold beneath. Her eyes blaze like fire, with highly detailed reflections of flames flickering in the irises, creating a mesmerizing effect. Her lips are adorned with metal piercings, reflecting ambient light realistically, while the texture of her cracked skin includes hyper-realistic fine details like sharp edges and subtle raised fragments. She wears a worn-out beige hood with realistic fabric fraying along the edges, and tattered linen threads hanging loosely. Long dreadlocks in shades of white and grey fall naturally over her shoulders, each dreadlock highly textured and individual. The lighting focuses on her face, casting dramatic highlights over the glowing cracks while shadows enhance the realism of her stone-like features.
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A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a male, with short, spiky red hair and dark, ashen skin, belonging to a race of volcanic spirits. He appears to be in his late 20s, his eyes glowing with molten fury beneath a jagged, horned mask. The mask is forged from volcanic rock, with sharp, jagged horns that jut out from the top, each one glowing faintly with the heat of the earthâs core. The surface of the mask is rough and uneven, with cracks that seep with molten lava, and from within, a low, rumbling growl can be heard. His lips are cracked and dry, and his eyes, visible through the mask, are filled with the fiery glow of molten rock. The background is a swirling inferno of deep reds and oranges, with flames and smoke rising up from the earth, creating a scene that is both intense and terrifying. The combination of the horned mask and the fiery background gives him the appearance of a dark, fiery spirit, risen from the depths of the earth to wreak havoc on the world above. (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>

$In the dystopian landscape of "Blade Runner 2049," a scene unfolds with an overwhelming, almost oppressive beauty, capturing the essence of a world teetering on the edge of desolation. The setting is a vast, barren expanse—an endless sea of dust and rubble, stretching out to the horizon under a perpetually overcast sky. The air is thick with a fine, ashen particulate that hangs in the atmosphere like a shroud, diffusing the weak, pale light that struggles to break through the dense clouds above. Everything is bathed in a muted, ochre hue, as if the entire world has been sepia-toned, drained of vibrant color, leaving only the remnants of a once-thriving civilization. In the midst of this wasteland stands a lone, monolithic structure—a colossal ruin, the remnants of a bygone era. The building is a hulking, brutalist edifice, its concrete walls cracked and weathered by years of neglect, yet still exuding a cold, unyielding strength. The surface of the structure is pockmarked and scarred, evidence of the relentless assault of time and the harsh, unforgiving environment. Rust streaks down from the edges of exposed metal beams, mingling with the dust that clings to every surface, creating a gritty, almost tactile texture that can almost be felt through the screen. Amidst this desolation, the protagonist, K, stands as a solitary figure—a small, dark silhouette against the massive scale of the decaying structure. His trench coat billows slightly in the faint, gritty wind that sweeps across the landscape, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. The coat, worn and weather-beaten, is a deep, charcoal gray, its fabric heavy and thick, almost seeming to absorb the light around it. K's face is partially obscured by the high collar of the coat and the shadow cast by the brim of his hat, but the intensity of his gaze is unmistakable—sharp, focused, and filled with a deep, unspoken melancholy. The world around him is eerily silent, save for the distant, almost imperceptible hum of decaying technology—an electric buzz that seems to emanate from the very bones of the ruined city. Occasionally, the silence is broken by the faint echo of a crumbling structure collapsing somewhere in the distance, the sound reverberating through the empty streets like a ghostly reminder of the world that once was. Above, the sky is a swirling mass of dark clouds, moving sluggishly as if weighed down by the pollution and filth of the decaying city below. The sun, barely visible through the thick layer of smog, casts a sickly, orange light that struggles to penetrate the gloom. This light filters down in hazy beams, cutting through the dust and casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement and twisted remains of what were once buildings. The air itself feels heavy, almost viscous, as if every breath drawn is laden with the weight of the world’s slow decay. Each inhale is thick with the acrid taste of metal and smoke, a constant reminder of the toxic environment that K navigates. The atmosphere is so thick with particulate matter that it creates a grainy visual texture, giving the entire scene an almost surreal quality, as if the world is disintegrating before the eyes. As K moves forward, his footsteps crunch against the debris-strewn ground, the sound amplified in the stillness, each step a deliberate, almost laborious effort. The ground beneath him is uneven, a chaotic mix of broken concrete, rusted metal, and shattered glass that reflects the dim light in fractured, glinting shards. Every detail, from the scuffed and worn soles of K’s boots to the small puffs of dust that rise with each step, is rendered with such meticulous precision that it feels as though the scene could be touched, smelled, and heard as much as seen. In this world of decayed grandeur, where every object tells a story of destruction and despair, there is a haunting beauty. The scene is a masterful composition of contrasts—the monumental and the minute, the decaying and the enduring, the silent and the sonorous—each element contributing to an overwhelming sense of a world that is both alien and achingly familiar. It’s a place where the past and future collide, creating a visual and emotional experience that lingers long after the image fades from the screen.$

Hyper-realistic surrealist portrait of an otherworldly entity, seamlessly blending organic and inorganic elements. Cracked, ashen skin with a network of glowing, molten fissures pulsing beneath the surface. Eyes ablaze with inner fire, one a bloodshot orb with intricate veins, the other an empty socket illuminated from within. Twisted, gnarled branches emerge from the scalp, intertwining with strands of hair-like fiber optics. Elongated, shark-like maw filled with crystalline teeth, some broken and jagged. Textures shift between rough, volcanic rock and smooth, polished obsidian. Neck elongated and distorted, melding into a base of crumbling stone and ash. Ethereal wisps of bioluminescent smoke emanate from cracks in the skin. Contrasting color palette of cool cyans and teals with fiery oranges and reds. Hyper-detailed 8K resolution capturing every intricate crack, pore, and glowing ember. Dramatic chiaroscuro lighting emphasizing the interplay of shadow and inner light. Shallow depth of field focusing on the entity's haunting, otherworldly gaze. Background fades into an abstract swirl of cosmic dust and nebulae.

A desolate expanse of cracked, tar-black ground stretches beyond the horizon, shimmering under an overcast sky thick with slow-moving, ashen clouds. Pools of iridescent, oil-slick liquid gather in jagged fissures, reflecting the distant glow of unseen fires. In the far distance, impossibly tall, skeletal towers of corroded metal lean at unnatural angles, their rusted surfaces dripping with something darker than water. The air is heavy with the scent of burning chemicals and the eerie hum of unseen machines groaning beneath the crust, as if the earth itself were alive and suffering. ethdysty cosf

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an ultra-detailed close-up of a mystical woman with cracked, stone-like skin that appears weathered and ancient. The cracks spread like veins across her pale, ashen face, glowing vividly with molten lava tones of red, orange, and gold beneath. Her eyes blaze like fire, with highly detailed reflections of flames flickering in the irises, creating a mesmerizing effect. Her lips are adorned with metal piercings, reflecting ambient light realistically, while the texture of her cracked skin includes hyper-realistic fine details like sharp edges and subtle raised fragments. She wears a worn-out beige hood with realistic fabric fraying along the edges, and tattered linen threads hanging loosely. Long dreadlocks in shades of white and grey fall naturally over her shoulders, each dreadlock highly textured and individual. The lighting focuses on her face, casting dramatic highlights over the glowing cracks while shadows enhance the realism of her stone-like features.

$A highly detailed, sharp, VibrantlyDark style DB4RZ painting in the style of **Zdzisław Beksiński**, an (oil painting:1.5) infused with (dark abstract collage:1.8), depicting a spectral woman draped in a tattered yellow robe, its fabric frayed and dissolving into the void like (decayed remnants of forgotten souls woven into spectral layers:1.7). Her elongated, ashen form appears to fade into (a misty, haunted landscape:1.6), her hollow gray eyes sunken beneath shadowed sockets, lost in an endless abyss. Wisps of silver-white hair flow beneath a cracked crimson headpiece, a remnant of a forgotten time, while a corroded steel harness clings to her emaciated torso, securing a celestial war fan, its shattered ribs infused with (tattered ruins infused with spectral apparitions:1.6). In her grasp, a (glowing meteor hammer:1.7), its fractured orbs pulsating like dying embers, is tethered by a frayed golden filament unraveling like (faded memories etched into crumbling textures:1.6). The background collapses into (a whispering silhouette lost in an endless, decayed void:1.7), where (light barely pierces through the heavy, oppressive fog:1.5), casting eerie shadows upon a desolate world. A crimson tint bleeds over the frame, amplifying (a haunting elegy of time lost and souls forgotten:1.7), while (visceral textures blending life, death, and decay:1.6) evoke an unsettling symphony of ruin and despair.$

RedCraft,A stylized Ultra-realistic Historical illustration of a terrifying Jiangshi, an undead creature from Chinese folklore, reimagined as an iconic and relentless hunter. The Jiangshi stands tall with a rigid posture, clothed in intricately patterned, tattered, and weathered Qing Dynasty garments with subtle, eerie glow accents. Its pale, ashen gray skin has dark energy veins visibly coursing beneath, with hints of bone peeking through. The hauntingly expressionless face features hollow, glowing eyes with an otherworldly light, long, sharp, blackened claws, and cracked nails. Subtle, supernatural mist aura surrounds it, adding to its menacing presence. Dimly lit, urban background shrouded in dark shadows and fog, evoking intense fear and suspense.

An eerie and otherworldly digital artwork inspired by the style of Beksinski, depicting the Mountain of the Dead. The scene centers on a towering volcano, its jagged gray stone surface covered in thick layers of ash and glowing red lava that seeps through cracks like veins of molten blood. Surrounding the base of the volcano is an ominous, lifeless landscape, veiled in swirling ash clouds and illuminated by the faint crimson glow emanating from the fiery mountain. At the summit, ghoulish figures with hollow, glowing eyes emerge from the ash, their skeletal forms wreathed in translucent halos of flickering, otherworldly light. The red and orange tones of the volcanic eruption contrast sharply with the muted grays of the rocky terrain, creating a vibrant, surreal palette. Above it all, a massive full moon hangs low in the smoky sky, its ghostly white glow softened by the ashen haze, adding an ethereal backdrop to the scene. The atmosphere is dense and foreboding, with wisps of ash drifting in the fiery winds and shadowy ghouls blending seamlessly into the volcanic terrain. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.8>

$Full-length portrait of a haunting demon girl with pale, iridescent skin and glowing violet eyes, walking a spectral white demon bunny with cracked obsidian horns on a chain leash etched with infernal runes. Style: Fusion of Yoshitaka Amano's ethereal otherworldliness (flowing, ghostly forms), Brom's gothic horror edge (dramatic chiaroscuro, textured decay), and Audrey Kawasaki's delicate balance of innocence and menace. Medium: Ink and charcoal sketch on burnt parchment paper, with muted watercolor washes mimicking ash and smoke. Color palette: Monochromatic bone-white and void-black contrasts, with toxic green highlights on the bunny’s eyes, leash runes, and the girl’s clawed fingertips. Composition: Jagged, fractured silhouettes against an abyssal black void, gradients of ashen gray swirling around the figures to imply cursed energy. Rules: No smooth curves—only sharp, trembling ink lines; watercolor limited to smokey wisps around the bunny’s paws and the girl’s tattered dress; exaggerated hollow cheekbones and elongated limbs for unnerving proportions. Background: Faint hints of a crumbling cathedral in charcoal, no bright colors except the toxic accents. Texture: Burnt paper edges, ash splatters, and a faint bloodstain under the bunny’s paws.$

cinematic photo . A haunting close-up of a pale, white powder skin, ashen face with closed eyes, cracked and dried skin, with red streaks of dried blood around the eyes and mouth. The figure has metal restraints holding the mouth open in a grim expression. The lips are parted, revealing teeth in the shadow. The background is a deep black, creating a stark contrast with the face, emphasizing the eerie and unsettling mood of the scene. The lighting casts harsh shadows, adding to the disturbing, almost lifeless appearance, hkevil, <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:FluxCyberpunkAnimeStyle.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:- Flux1 De-Distilled - temp_haunting_cre_1.0.safetensors:0.8>, <lora:black_fantasy.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Giger_2_0.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016.safetensors:0.3>, . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed

The image depicts a dark, surreal creature shrouded in mist, blending ancient mysticism with grotesque horror. Its bald, ashen head gleams faintly, with a cracked surface resembling aged stone. At the center of its forehead glows an icy blue orb, framed by intricate metallic carvings, exuding an arcane aura.
The creature’s slitted, reptilian eyes shine with an inner light, while its unnaturally wide mouth reveals jagged, needle-like teeth. Black ichor trickles from its lips, enhancing its visceral, menacing presence. A hardened, skeletal-like plate covers part of its face, transitioning into black, oozing textures on its shoulders.
Its torso is a fusion of glistening tendrils and raw musculature, with glowing blue veins coursing beneath the surface. Small, sharp spikes protrude from its back and shoulders, radiating faint heat. Chains drape across its chest, adorned with mysterious symbols and amulets, adding an arcane touch.
The lighting emphasizes the contrast between glowing elements and dark, oily textures, evoking a chilling yet mesmerizing aura.

$A half-body close-up portrait of a fallen angel, her once radiant wings now charred and tattered, trailing embers as they drape behind her like a smoldering veil. Her face, framed by cascading locks of ashen silver hair streaked with fiery gold, is a mix of sorrow and defiance. One eye glows faintly, a molten golden hue, while the other is dim and veined with cracks like fractured glass, hinting at her descent from grace. She wears a battle-scarred breastplate of celestial steel, its brilliance dulled by soot and blood. Intricate, faded engravings of her former celestial rank spiral across the armor, now cracked and marred. Draped over her shoulders is a tattered crimson cloak, its edges singed, fluttering as if caught in an unseen breeze. In her gauntleted hands, she cradles a broken sword, its jagged edge emitting faint traces of starlight that flicker like a dying ember. Her fingers grip the hilt tightly, a symbol of her unyielding will despite her fall. Around her, ghostly chains of light twist and pulse, binding her wrists and wings, as if the heavens themselves refuse to relinquish her completely. The background is an abstract swirl of muted colors—ashes and smoke mingling with faint hints of celestial blues and golds—giving the impression of a liminal space between the divine and the mortal. The angle is dramatic, a low Dutch perspective that captures her towering presence and the dynamic flow of her hair and cloak, emphasizing the weight of her sorrow and strength. The color palette juxtaposes warm tones of gold and red with the cold shadows of gray and black, creating a visual tension that mirrors her internal conflict. The overall composition is haunting yet poetic, a study in tragedy, resilience, and the fractured beauty of a being caught between two worlds.$

$in the style of ck-sfc,, A digital painting in the style of ck-js, A colossal, ancient battleship lies abandoned on a desolate alien world, its rusted hull fractured and weathered by eons of neglect. The barren planet stretches endlessly—cracked, dusty plains under a hazy amber sky, where jagged mountains pierce the horizon like forgotten sentinels. The ship’s skeletal frame, half-buried in crimson sand, tilts precariously, its once-imposing gun turrets now skeletal and silent. Faded insignias cling to peeling metal, and shattered viewports stare emptily into the void. The air shimmers with heat, casting elongated shadows as a dying sun dips low, bathing the scene in hues of tarnished bronze and ashen violet. Craters scar the land nearby, hinting at a cataclysmic battle lost to time. The only movement is the whisper of dust devils spiraling across the dead horizon, as if the planet itself mourns the ship’s forgotten legacy.$

The close-up focuses on the manic face of a warrior with ashen gray skin and luminous blue tribal tattoos that pulse like neon circuits. His wild, shoulder-length hair, streaked with electric purple, flies in every direction, framing his angular jaw and wide, unblinking eyes. His cybernetic jawplate is cracked and sparking, revealing jagged, metallic teeth that seem built for ripping rather than speaking. A shattered visor dangles from his forehead, the flickering holographic interface casting glitchy green lights across his battle-scarred face. His chest armor, visible in the frame, is a crude fusion of glowing cybertech and dragon-scale plating, scarred and dented from countless battles. A faint mist of blood and oil lingers in the air, caught in the dim, flickering light of a smog-choked dystopian battlefield behind him. His glowing, cyber-enhanced arm is clenched into a fist, the circuitry visibly sparking as it overloads with raw energy. One of his eyes is swollen and bloodshot, while the other is a glowing, violet orb that tracks movement unnervingly fast. The madness in his expression is matched only by the faint, pulsating energy surrounding him, a mix of runic symbols and digital glitches that mark him as a force of chaos. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed.hknuns,<lora:Fluxhknuns-000001:0.6><lora:wasted_films-000018:0.3><lora:GodsAndMayhemFlux:0.7><lora:apoclypse02-style-000019:0.7><lora:sss-snek-000001:0.6><lora:Hyperdetailed_Colored_Pencil:0.6>

$A solemn, cloaked humanoid, its charred robes lined with glowing embers, smoldering at the edges as if consumed by an eternal fire. A deep hood obscures its face, shadows swallowing its features, with only the faintest glimmers of dying embers flickering beneath cracked, ashen skin. Wisps of smoke curl from its fingertips, dissipating into the cold, soot-laden air. The sky is thick with falling ash, swirling in slow, weightless descent, casting a somber veil over the desolate remains of a burnt battlefield. Jagged silhouettes of charred weapons and broken banners stand as silent memorials, their blackened remains crumbling in the wind. A dramatic close-up captures the haunting glow of embers beneath its fractured skin, the curling smoke from its hands, and the eerie stillness of the ashen landscape, evoking an aura of sorrowful finality and grim mysticism. (Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, ember glow, smoldering textures, atmospheric ash, grim fantasy aesthetic, dramatic portrait shot, haunting battlefield remnants).$

The image showcases a cursed oracle, her weathered hand delicately tracing the lines of her own jaw. Her lips, cracked and ashen, carry a hint of once-vibrant life now faded by time and dark magic. Her fingers are thin, each joint wrapped in tarnished bronze rings engraved with arcane symbols, glowing faintly with the curse that binds her. A large, serpent-shaped tattoo coils from the back of her hand to her wrist, its eyes flashing red as though alive. Her eyes, one pale and the other blood-red, stare ahead, as if seeing both this world and another. Long silver strands of hair frame her face, while a single raven feather dangles from her ear. She wears a tattered black cloak, adorned with crumbling feathers and bone charms. The dim, smoky background hums with the sounds of distant whispers, filling the air with eerie dread.

Beeswax portrait of Azerbaijani Mud Volcanoes at sunset, the otherworldly landscape of Gobustan with dozens of bubbling cones rising from cracked earth. Warm amber light bathes the scene, illuminating steam wisps and mineral-rich mud flows in shades of ashen gray, rusty brown, and milky white. Scattered hardy desert shrubs frame the volcanic field, with the Caspian Sea gleaming on the distant horizon. Traditional Azerbaijani carpets with geometric patterns hang on nearby yurt walls, their vibrant reds and blues contrasting with the earthy palette. Dramatic clouds catch the fading golden light, casting long shadows across the bizarre natural formations. The textured medium captures every bubble, crater and rivulet in extraordinary detail, rendering an 8K hyperrealistic view of these rare geological wonders. <lora:Illustration concept V1:0.4> <lora:Niji V2B:0.6> <lora:RM_Animefy_v1.0M:0.2> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy-000017:0.6> <lora:flux_ptchkrawk:0.4> <lora:flux_dev:1>

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