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A nightmarish scene in a dimly lit, decaying hallway. Peeling wallpaper and cracked plaster walls drip with an unsettling, viscous substance. Flickering, sickly green fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows. At the far end, a monstrous silhouette looms, its proportions grotesquely distorted. The creature's massive, oil-stained chainsaw gleams dully, easily twice the size of a normal human. Its blade drips with dark, congealed fluid. The monster's skin is a patchwork of rotting flesh and exposed muscle, with random mechanical parts fused to its body. Glowing red eyes pierce the gloom, filled with malevolent hunger. Torn and bloodied scraps of clothing litter the floor, hinting at previous victims. Rust-covered pipes line the walls, occasionally releasing bursts of foul steam. The air is thick with the scent of decay and motor oil. Shadows seem to writhe and reach out as the creature slowly advances, the menacing growl of its chainsaw echoing off the walls. Hyper-detailed textures emphasize the grime, rust, and decay throughout the scene.

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Image is featured with a realistic wet surfaces covered with a dense translucent liquids like saliva. Ultra-realistic macrophotograph a miniature xenomorph crawling on the floor covered with (translucent organic liquid:1.2). This eerie xenomorph has an intricate texture of a skin covered with lizard-like scales and having a tongue of a monitor lizard. Scene appears in a dimly lit dirty interior filled with disgusting waste products of alien insects and other life forms. Xenomorph is hybridized with octopus. Grayscale sci-fi horror film still with crimson detailing. H.R. Giger style.
Depressing atmosphere and weird extraterrestrial organic structures. Colors of rotten organic matter are disgusting. Feel of isolation and fear. Pieces of disgusting alien organic sprouts and splatters. A thin layer of smelly liquid covers the floor, unsettling atmosphere. Scary alien life forms resembling larva and ringed worms with numerous thin legs are scattered around. Analog film with strong film grain, Swirly bokeh, strong gloom.
BREAK Disgusting alien organic sprouts and splatters on concrete walls. Organic matter decayed and putrid, sickly hues. Finest texture and detail, sprouts and splatters.
BREAK Floor is littered with scary alien life forms resembling larva and ringed worms. Numerous thin legs. Sickly hues, eerie and unsettling mood.
BREAK Image presents a crispy micro-detailing and moderate depth of field and subtle creamy bokeh.

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$This image depicts a haunting and eerie scene set in an abandoned, decaying room. The central figure is a skeleton dressed in a rusted, orange astronaut suit, lying on the floor as if it has been there for a long time. The suit is detailed with various straps, buckles, and patches, adding to the realism of the scene. The room itself is in a state of disrepair, with peeling wallpaper, broken windows, and debris scattered across the floor. Vines and plants have overgrown the space, creeping up the walls and through the windows, suggesting that nature has reclaimed this forgotten place. The lighting is dim and moody, with shafts of light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, casting long shadows and creating a sense of mystery and unease. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of abandonment and decay, evoking a sense of curiosity about the story behind this strange and unsettling scene. The combination of the astronaut suit, the skeleton, and the overgrown room creates a powerful and memorable visual narrative. BREAK anime, d13s3lp2nk, bboil artist style, OBdonman, <lora:FLUX\Synesthesia:0.2>, <lora:FLUX\RetroAnimeS1.1:0.4>, <lora:FLUX\Flux-jijia:0.1>, <lora:FLUX\It's a LoRA for portraits, BUT! actually specialized in backgrounds. v1.0:0.1>, <lora:FLUX\GLSHS:0.2>, <lora:FLUX\Dieselpunk Delight - s0_9 g4:0.4>, <lora:FLUX\OBdonman, anime0style portrait:0.1>$

Hyperrealistic old windmill standing in a fog-enshrouded field at the edge of an autumn forest, its blades slowly turning with a creaking sound that echoes through the still air. The windmill’s wooden structure is worn and decayed, with patches of moss and fungi clinging to its sides. The walls of the windmill bear faint imprints of ghostly faces, their expressions of despair and longing subtly emerging from the grain of the wood. The windmill’s windows are dark, but hints of movement inside suggest something unnatural resides within. The surrounding field is dotted with tall, withered grass, and the trees beyond are leafless, their twisted branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal hands. The fog is thick, diffusing the pale, cold light of the early morning, adding to the sense of isolation and unease.

ne0nfant4sy, A ghoulish lich, his decayed face hidden beneath a hood of tattered black robes, stands with his skeletal hands clutching a glowing, crimson gemstone. His fleshless fingers are adorned with rings, each one glowing faintly with dark magic, while his sunken, glowing red eyes peer out from the shadows of his hood. The gemstone pulses with dark energy, casting a sickly red light over his hollow, skeletal features. Around his neck hangs an ancient amulet, inscribed with runes of forbidden magic. Behind him, a crumbling tower rises into the night, its stone walls etched with countless years of arcane symbols. The sky above is dark and starless, save for a blood-red moon that casts an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. The faint whispers of spirits echo in the air around him, and the ground beneath his feet is cracked and lifeless. His expression, though devoid of flesh, is one of sinister glee, a master of death holding unimaginable power. The crimson glow from the gemstone illuminates his skeletal grin, casting long shadows across the tattered remnants of his robes.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>

wicked witch with a hooked, warty nose stands menacingly beside a large, bubbling cauldron, steam rising in thick, swirling clouds from the bubbling, potion-filled depths. The witch, clad in a long, tattered cloak, wears a crooked pointed hat atop her scraggly gray hair. Her twisted fingers clutch the matted hair of a severed human head, which she lowers slowly into the cauldron, the bubbling liquid hissing and spitting as it touches the skin. Twisted grin curls her cracked lips. Behind her, a creaky wooden hut adds to the atmosphere of dark magic. The walls are lined with hanging bundles of dried mushrooms, berries, and herbs. Suspended from beams are animal paws, skulls, and strange, twisted bones, all hinting at darker rituals and forbidden spells. Alchemical paraphernalia—glass bottles, metal vials, and strange, twisted tools—are scattered across rickety shelves, cluttered with dried fruits and mysterious powders. The floor is littered with dried leaves and old, worn runes carved into the wood. The witch's dark, malevolent presence fills the air, as the thick steam from the cauldron rises, curling around the room and mixing with the scent of decay and old, earthy herbs. occult, old photo, dark creepy, black and white photo, dark, shadow, distorted, grainy, film grain, Victorian, photo appears worn with time, showing faded tones and a slightly curled edge, adding to its vintage appeal.

The image is a high-resolution photograph featuring a very tanned brown skin young man, a bodybuilder physique, with a thick muscular upper body and arms standing in an abandoned industrial building. he is positioned in the centre of the frame, facing slightly to the right. the man has, (tousled vivid white hair, thick white eybrows, vivid cyan eyes), styled to the side. he is wearing a form-fitting, blue athletic hoodie with white stripes down the arms, and the front zipper is partially unzipped, revealing a glimpse of his, chest. his facial expression is serious and focused, with a slight furrowed brow, emphasizing his concentration.
the background is the dilapidated interior of an industrial building, with a high ceiling supported by metal beams and a large, broken skylight allowing diffused light to filter in. the walls are blue and gray, with visible patches of peeling paint and graffiti. the floor is littered with debris, including broken glass, metal pieces, and scattered trash, adding to the desolate atmosphere. the overall scene suggests a sense of neglect and decay. the lighting is natural, highlighting the man's features and the textures of his clothing and the building's structure.

In a dimly lit, eerie room with walls adorned by twisted, gnarled vines, a bouquet of sunflowers sits atop a decrepit wooden table. The sunflowers' once-vibrant petals now wilted and decayed, their stems contorted in macabre poses. But what's most unsettling is the eyes - two glowing orbs that seem to pierce through the shadows, as if watching with an otherworldly intelligence. The teeth, sharp as razor-sharp thorns, appear to be constantly gnawing, as if hungry for something. The overall atmosphere is one of foreboding dread, where even the sun's warmth seems tainted by malevolent presence.

A crumbling, gothic stone tower rises amidst a desolate wasteland, its weathered bricks eroded by time and the scorching desert winds. The structure twists unnaturally, as if resisting collapse, its shadow casting jagged shapes across the cracked ground below. Twisting, pulsating red tendrils sprawl from a grotesque pit of writhing organic matter beside the tower, creeping upward and embedding themselves into its walls, overtaking it with sinister intent.
The air is thick with tension, the sky above a bleak, overcast swirl of ash-grey and muted yellow hues, and faint, eerie whispers seem to emanate from the grotesque mass. Within the tower’s open arches, a lone figure stands, clad in battle-worn armor, surveying the monstrous sight. Dust billows in the air, illuminated by thin beams of sunlight breaking through the stormy clouds, casting an ominous glow on the crimson infestation below.
This is a place of decay and corruption, a cursed stronghold trapped in a perpetual struggle between ruin and rebirth, where the land itself seems alive with malicious intent.

aidmaMJ6.1, aidmaimageupgrader, A dark fantasy dungeon bathed in dim, flickering torchlight, with ancient, cracked stone walls covered in bioluminescent moss. The floor is strewn with broken bones, rusted weapons, and puddles of stagnant water. On the left side, a man clad in a tattered adventurer’s cloak stands with his back to the viewer, holding a faintly glowing blue sword that casts an ethereal light. Emerging from the shadows on the right, a grotesque, decayed version of the man crawls forward on all fours, its pale, translucent flesh revealing glowing red veins. The creature's hollow eyes burn with hatred and sorrow, and its clawed hands stretch toward the man, desperate yet menacing. The dungeon stretches into darkness in the background, with faint glowing runes on the walls and ominous shadowy figures barely visible. The atmosphere is oppressive, with contrasting blue and red lighting highlighting the clash of hope and despair.

A gray, desolate alley stretches into the distance, its cobbled path cracked and worn. The buildings on either side are old, lifeless, and devoid of color, their walls covered in grime and shadows. The entire scene is shrouded in a dull, lifeless haze, as if all vibrancy has been drained from the world. In the middle of the alley, a lone celestial angel walks forward, his presence defying the bleakness around him. His body glows with a radiant, mystical light, emanating hues of gold, blue, and white. His divine aura breathes life into the world; where his feet touch the cobblestones, color returns—small patches of green grass and delicate flowers sprouting behind him, marking his path. His flowing robes shimmer with ethereal brilliance, and his feathered wings, glowing with celestial energy, softly pulse as he moves. The stark contrast between his vibrant existence and the dead, colorless alley makes him appear otherworldly, a beacon of hope in a forsaken land. The lighting is dramatic, with his glow casting long shadows against the grim surroundings, emphasizing the divide between life and decay. aidmaMJ6.1

A compelling scene set in a post-apocalyptic ruined city, where the remnants of a once-grand urban landscape are now a desolate, crumbling wasteland. Amidst the debris and wreckage, a broken wall stands partially intact, its surface marked by decay and wear. On this solitary section of wall, vibrant graffiti declares “Rock and Roll Never Dies” in bold, rebellious lettering, its colors still striking against the weathered concrete.

Leaning against the wall is an electric guitar, its body scratched and slightly rusted, but still retaining its iconic shape and presence. The guitar’s strings catch glints of light, emphasizing its significance amidst the desolation. The background reveals the ruins of skyscrapers, their skeletal frames reaching toward a darkened, smoky sky, adding to the scene’s apocalyptic atmosphere.

Dust and debris swirl around, carried by a faint, eerie breeze. The contrast between the vibrant graffiti and the decay surrounding it creates a poignant and defiant symbol of enduring spirit. The lighting is dramatic, with shafts of muted sunlight piercing through the clouds, highlighting the graffiti and the guitar, and casting long shadows that enhance the scene’s stark beauty and melancholy.

Ancient stone ruins covered in moss and vines sit hidden in a dense jungle, illuminated by the soft light filtering through the canopy above. The air is humid, and the distant sound of exotic birds and rustling leaves adds a sense of mystery. A broken statue of a long-forgotten deity stands partially buried among the foliage, its weathered features hinting at centuries of decay. Shafts of sunlight break through the thick greenery, casting dappled patterns on the stone pathways and crumbled walls.

Concept art, (shot above the thighs), a young artist with a determined expression, her hands stained with paint, her clothes a colorful mess of splatters and smudges. Her short hair is tied back, and her eyes are fixed intently on the large canvas before her, where the first strokes of a sunrise are beginning to take shape. She stands in the ruins of an old, abandoned art studio, the walls crumbling and the windows broken, allowing the soft light of dawn to stream in. The floor is littered with old, torn canvases and broken easels, but in the center, a new canvas stands tall, glowing with the vibrant colors of a new day. The background is a blend of decay and renewal, with ivy creeping through the cracks in the walls, and the sky outside gradually turning from dark to light as the sun rises. The atmosphere is inspiring and emotional, filled with a sense of rebirth, creativity, and the power of hope to transform even the darkest of places, with warm, soft lighting, vivid colors, and a mood of quiet, determined optimism, in style of Ilya Kuvshinov

Image is featured with a realistic wet surfaces covered with a dense translucent liquids like saliva. Photo-realistic close portrait of a Phalene (continental toy spaniel) and a miniature xenomorph climbing on the dog's body. This eerie xenomorph has an intricate texture of a skin covered with lizard-like scales and having a tongue of a monitor lizard. Scene appears in a dimly lit dirty interior filled with disgusting waste products of alien insects and other life forms. Xenomorph is hybridized with octopus. Grayscale sci-fi horror film still with crimson detailing. H.R. Giger style.
Depressing atmosphere and weird extraterrestrial organic structures. Colors of rotten organic matter are disgusting. Feel of isolation and fear. Pieces of disgusting alien organic sprouts and splatters. A thin layer of smelly liquid covers the floor, unsettling atmosphere. Scary alien life forms resembling larva and ringed worms with numerous thin legs are scattered around. Analog film with strong film grain, Swirly bokeh, strong gloom.
BREAK Disgusting alien organic sprouts and splatters on concrete walls. Organic matter decayed and putrid, sickly hues. Finest texture and detail, sprouts and splatters.
BREAK Floor is littered with scary alien life forms resembling larva and ringed worms. Numerous thin legs. Sickly hues, eerie and unsettling mood.
BREAK Image presents a crispy micro-detailing and moderate depth of field and subtle creamy bokeh.

A hyper-realistic close-up of an old, dusty mirror hanging on a decaying wall. The mirror's surface is covered in grime and cracks, but within the reflection, a pair of human eyes stare out with a look of pure fear. The reflection doesn’t match the room it’s in, showing a different, darker environment where something sinister seems to lurk. The eyes in the reflection move slightly, following the viewer, as if the person trapped within is trying to communicate or escape. The contrast between the old, neglected mirror and the vivid, frightened eyes creates a deeply unsettling effect, with dim, flickering light casting an eerie glow around the scene.

A hauntingly beautiful androgynous cyborg floats in a Borg-like cube, their body suspended by streams of light flowing from the walls. Their metallic form glows faintly as blue energy pulses through their circuitry, and their expression shifts between serenity and despair. The city below is a labyrinth of decaying industrial structures, alive with blinking neon and chaotic movement, while drones patrol the sky. The cube’s smooth, futuristic design juxtaposes the gritty urban sprawl below, creating a stark contrast between the prisoner’s isolation and the dystopian chaos outside.

A masterpiece of (sci-fi) style created by the collaboration of David Hockney and Jakub Rozalski. Imagine a scene set in a vast, neon-lit city on a distant planet. The angle chosen for this photograph is from directly below, looking upward through a circular skylight in the roof of a derelict space station. This unique vantage point captures an astonishing view of the cityscape from above.The circular aperture of the skylight serves as a frame within the frame, isolating a portion of the city and creating a sense of depth. The walls of the space station itself are in shades of rusted silver and dark grey, giving it an eerie, abandoned feel. In the foreground, the edges of the skylight create dramatic shadows that add texture to the image.The city below is bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow from bioluminescent trees and buildings, which contrast with the harsh artificial lights illuminating the more industrial areas. High-rise structures are visible in the distance, their shapes distorted by atmospheric distortion, adding a dreamlike quality to the scene.In the center of this cosmic vista, an alien spacecraft drifts lazily through the sky, its sleek silhouette barely discernible against the swirling clouds below. The edges of the craft are faintly illuminated by the city lights, giving it a ghostly appearance as if it were from another dimension.The overall effect is a blend of industrial decay and otherworldly beauty, creating a visually impactful and thought-provoking sci-fi image that invites the viewer to ponder the mysteries and marvels of distant worlds. HD32K, hyperdetailed, best quality, aidmaMJ6.1.

A 3D render using Unreal Engine of a young woman with short blue hair, wearing a knit beanie and a black leather jacket, detailed with skull earrings, chokers, and skull-themed necklaces. The background is A large mural painted on the side of a building, showcasing vibrant street art and urban culture. focusing on cinematic photorealism.

microdetail maps for extremely fine texture details, especially on the skin and clothing.Add roughness variation across materials to enhance realism, especially on skin and fabric. real-time tessellation for dynamic surface detail, such as on the fabric of the beanie.Add subtle wear and tear to materials like the leather jacket, giving it a more lived-in look.Introduce slight imperfections like freckles, pores, and subtle blemishes to enhance skin realism.4k resolution textures for detailed surfaces, especially for the skin, leather jacket, and tattoos.Simulate wet surfaces on the ground or buildings for added realism, especially under streetlights.Add details like graffiti or signs of urban decay to walls or buildings for a gritty atmosphere.Include distant, blurred traffic lights for additional depth and urban context.

She leans back casually against a wall, with one hand in her pocket and the other resting by her side.

A colossal figure sits in contemplative silence within the depths of a mountain cave, its enormous physique seemingly dwarfed by the oppressive space. One massive hand grasps a gnarled femur toothpick, the flickering torchlight casting ominous shadows on the rough stone walls as it sits in stillness, lost in thought among ancient relics and forgotten remnants.

The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, and a haunting melody echoes through the cavernous space. A lone violin weeps a mournful tune that seems to stir the giant's slumbering soul, its rugged features softened by a hint of weariness and longing as if it too has been worn down by time.

As an enigmatic sentinel guarding secrets of the past, the giant sits like a monolith, its imposing presence dominating the space. The flickering torchlight casts eerie shadows on the stone walls, illuminating the forgotten remnants and ancient relics that surround it. A haunting melody echoes through the cavernous space, adding to the sense of foreboding yet hypnotic atmosphere.

The composition is centered around the giant, with the rough stone walls and ancient relics forming a circular pattern around it. The perspective is focused on the giant's massive physique, which seems to fill the entire space, emphasizing its dominance over the surroundings.

A gritty yet oddly charming scene of Melissa O'Neil sitting in a dimly lit medieval prison cell, her expression a mix of frustration and amusement. She is dressed in simple, tattered clothing, her hair slightly disheveled but still retaining a hint of her natural elegance. Beside her sits a goose, its feathers ruffled but its demeanor oddly calm, as if it’s used to the situation. The two share a bond of camaraderie, their unlikely friendship evident in the way they sit close together.

The cell is small and damp, with rough stone walls and a floor covered in dirty straw. A few rats scurry around, nibbling at scraps of food from cracked clay bowls left forgotten in the corner. The air is thick with the smell of mildew and decay, and the only light comes from a small, barred window high above, casting faint rays of sunlight into the gloom.

Melissa leans back against the cold wall, her arms resting on her knees, while the goose waddles around, occasionally pecking at the straw or honking softly. Despite the grim surroundings, there’s a sense of humor and resilience in the scene, as if Melissa and the goose are making the best of their predicament.

The art style is detailed and atmospheric, capturing the textures of the stone walls, the straw, Melissa’s clothing, and the goose’s feathers. The lighting is moody, with deep shadows and subtle highlights that emphasize the contrast between the bleak setting and the lively personalities of the characters. This artwork tells a story of friendship, resilience, and finding light even in the darkest places

A colossal, decaying structure looms over a battlefield, its form a twisted amalgamation of ancient ruins and war machines. The structure’s walls are adorned with the faces of soldiers, their expressions frozen in silent screams. Below, the ground is scorched and barren, with rivers of blood flowing through the cracks. The sky above is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, with faint, eerie light illuminating the scene. The style combines the monumental scale of Beksiński with the intricate, otherworldly detail of Giger, creating a surreal, symbolic representation of the devastation of war.

An elaborate Baroque-style oil painting of a high-ranking skeleton warrior, perched confidently atop a towering mound of skulls. Its glowing red eye sockets radiate an intense, malevolent light, illuminating the surrounding darkness. The warrior wields a massive, broken broadsword, captured in mid-swing, as if poised to strike. Tattered leather armor hangs in tatters from its decayed bones, revealing the dirt and grime accumulated over countless battles. The ornate details of the armor and weapon contrast starkly with the grimy skeletal figure. Below, the skull mound forms a chaotic yet majestic throne, emphasizing the warrior's dominance. The eerie catacombs in the background, with crumbling stone walls and dark shadows, enhance the haunting atmosphere, filled with swirling red magic in the air. <lora:Risograph_Style_FLUX_by_Ethanar-000001.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:BeautyInEvilFlux.safetensors:0.66>,

Full indoor shot of a woman seated on a small stool in front of a large window.
The woman is positioned from the back, so only her back and the top of her legs are visible. She has dark brown hair styled in a bun. She wears a light beige or cream-colored sleeveless dress, a simple sundress, that falls below her knees.
The window frame is weathered and shows signs of age or damage, with irregular gaps and discoloration in the glass area within the frame. The view through the window is of a body of water, a pale sky, and a cloud formation, a neutral, overcast or slightly hazy ambiance.
The walls are a muted teal or aquamarine color, and the wall surface has visible patches of discoloration, roughness, and signs of age, which lends a sense of decay or abandonment to the room.
The stool she sits on is a dark reddish-brown color with a simple design.
The floor is a muted grayish-brown color, and scattered debris or remnants of materials are visible, suggesting neglect or disuse. The overall image evokes a sense of solitude, contemplation, and possible melancholy., <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.9> DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, <lora:ImpurePores:0.85> xlr_skin,

Weathered-graffiti, a skyscraper with a crumbling wall from an abandoned building, where the plaster is peeling, exposing rough bricks beneath. Some of the bricks have fallen out and now lie scattered on the ground, overgrown with moss and creeping plants. Faint remnants of a black weathered old spray mural remain, now completely black, showing the weathered Graffiti of the silhouette of Doctor Doom in his iconic cloak and mask with chipping and Peeling paint. Above him, the word "DOOM" is written in large, chipped letters, blending into the decayed surface. The entire scene feels dystopian and hyper-realistic, with intricate details capturing the eerie atmosphere of abandonment and decay. Blue Sky backdrop

Create a chilling scene featuring a terrifying yet captivating witch in tattered, ragged robes, standing inside an old, decrepit witch's hut. The hut is adorned with cobwebs that drape from the ceiling and corners, creating an atmosphere of neglect and darkness. The walls are lined with ancient, dusty books and strange potions bubbling in glass vials, casting eerie shadows in the dim light.
At the center of the scene, a massive cauldron dominates the space, its surface bubbling and frothing with a chaotic mixture that resembles a modern city. The city appears to be trapped within the cauldron, with buildings and streets visible, all illuminated by flickering lights. The city is situated on a small island, surrounded by the swirling, colorful concoction that spills over the edges of the cauldron, creating a mesmerizing yet horrifying sight.
The witch stands over the cauldron, her face twisted into a sinister grin, revealing sharp teeth that glint in the low light. Her long, tangled hair cascades around her shoulders, and her gnarled fingers clutch a wooden spoon, stirring the bubbling brew with a sense of delight. The mixture emits a strange, glowing vapor that fills the air with an otherworldly glow.
Inside the cauldron, the people of the city are in a state of panic, their tiny figures running through the streets, their expressions filled with terror as they try to escape the chaos. Some are stumbling over each other, while others look up in horror at the witch looming above them.
Over the witch's shoulder, curious ghosts and zombies peer into the cauldron, their expressions a mix of intrigue and amusement. The ghosts are semi-transparent, with glowing eyes, while the zombies have a grotesque charm, their decaying features adding to the eerie ambiance.
Scattered throughout the scene are Halloween pumpkins, some carved with menacing faces, their flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls of the hut. The overall atmosphere is dark and foreboding, with the night sky visible through a small window, filled with ominous clouds and a sliver of a crescent moon.
This composition should evoke a sense of horror and fascination, drawing viewers into the witch's world while instilling a chilling sense of dread. The intricate details and the interplay of light and shadow should create a captivating yet terrifying image that lingers in the mind.

A lone cat, a scrappy black-and-white feline with matted fur, navigating the desolate, abandoned streets of a post-apocalyptic city. The once-bustling metropolis is now in ruins, with crumbling buildings, overgrown plants, and scattered remnants of human civilization. The cat’s eyes are sharp and alert, scanning the decayed landscape for any signs of danger or food. The sky is overcast, with a faint orange hue from the setting sun casting eerie shadows over the broken city. Rusted cars and overturned debris are scattered throughout the street, while vines creep up the walls of abandoned skyscrapers. The cat walks carefully over shattered glass and rubble, its fur a contrast against the muted, graying surroundings. A sense of solitude and survival permeates the scene.

A decaying old mansion partially hidden by thick fog. The windows are broken, and the walls are covered in ivy and moss. The front yard is overgrown with weeds, and a rusted iron gate stands ajar, creaking softly in the wind. The atmosphere is filled with an air of mystery and forgotten grandeur.,
in the style of live action dark fantasy, over the garden wall, 70s Panavision look and feel, warm color tones, high contrast, wide aspect ratio, lens flares, film grain, retro aesthetic, soft focus, deep shadows, vibrant saturation, authentic 1970s vibe, natural lighting, nostalgic, dreamcore

This image presents a tense, eerie scene set in what appears to be a dark, crumbling prison cell. The central character is a young woman with long dark hair, standing cautiously in front of a cell filled with grotesque, ghostly figures. Her body language suggests both surprise and fear as she extends a hand toward the cell, while her wide eyes and parted lips reflect a mix of curiosity and trepidation. She is dressed casually in a fitted black t-shirt and blue jeans, with the lighting casting soft highlights on her skin and hair, emphasizing her human vulnerability in the face of the supernatural.
Behind the cold, iron bars of the cell, a collection of horrifying, spectral prisoners stretches toward her, their ghoulish forms glowing with an eerie blue light. Their skeletal hands grip the bars, some with desperation, others with malevolence. Their faces are twisted with rage and torment, with decaying skin, hollow eyes, and wide, gaping mouths that seem to be frozen in eternal screams. The ghostly glow surrounding them contrasts sharply with the gritty, worn-down surroundings of the cell, casting long, ominous shadows on the cracked walls.
The figures are ethereal, with some appearing to blend into the mist that swirls around the base of the cell. Their bodies are semi-translucent, suggesting they are spirits or undead beings trapped in this nightmarish prison. The numbers tattooed on their ghostly skin hint at their former lives as prisoners, now transformed into wretched souls haunting the jail.
The environment is claustrophobic, with chipped stone walls and a metal bed frame barely visible in the corner, adding to the bleak, oppressive atmosphere. The scene is lit with a harsh contrast between the cold, spectral blue of the undead and the muted, earthy tones of the prison itself, heightening the feeling of dread and the supernatural danger that looms.
The overall art style is highly detailed, with clean, precise lines and vibrant shading. The combination of realistic textures on the woman's clothing and the glowing, translucent quality of the spirits creates a vivid, dramatic contrast, immersing the viewer in this chilling confrontation between the living and the dead. <lora:Comic book V2:1.34> Comic book style. <lora:wow_details:0.6>

Hyperrealistic ancient oak tree in the heart of a dark, autumnal forest, its massive trunk hollowed out to form a twisted, natural cave. The entrance to the hollow is shaped like a gaping mouth, with sharp, splintered wood resembling jagged teeth. Inside, the hollow is lined with rough, bark-covered walls, oozing with a thick, amber sap that drips slowly onto the ground. The floor is littered with dried leaves and bones, remnants of creatures that sought shelter and never left. The air within is cold and damp, with the faint smell of decay, and the only light comes from the occasional flicker of fireflies, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The oak’s branches twist upwards, clawing at the sky, their leaves a deep, blood-red, rustling in the cold wind that seems to emanate from within the hollow itself.

The Hollow Monastery – Temple of the Faceless Ones
"A decayed monastery rests atop an impossible floating rock, suspended over an endless abyss of swirling stardust. The walls are carved with scripture in an unknown, shifting language, glowing faintly when read. At the altar, robed figures kneel in eternal worship, their faces smooth and featureless. Every night, a celestial eclipse casts the temple in deep violet light, and whispers rise from the void below, calling for a name that no one remembers."

A desolate, post-apocalyptic cityscape, rendered in a digital painting style with a gritty, realistic feel, depicts the skeletal remains of a once-thriving urban environment. The image focuses on the stark contrast between the remnants of human civilization and the encroaching wilderness, evoking a sense of loss, abandonment, and the slow but inexorable reclamation of nature. The foreground features a derelict street, littered with the rusted hulks of abandoned vehicles. The vehicles are in varying states of decay, some almost completely consumed by rust and overgrown with weeds. The asphalt is cracked and broken, with patches of grass and wildflowers pushing through the fissures. A single figure, clad in worn clothing, walks away from the viewer, carrying a rifle – a stark reminder of the human element amidst the desolation. The level of detail in the debris and overgrowth adds a palpable sense of lived-in decay. The mid-ground showcases the skeletal framework of a large, industrial structure, possibly a factory or power plant. Its roof has collapsed, and the walls are crumbling, revealing the building's hollow interior.
, anime, cyberpunk

colored sketch in the style of ck-ccd, A ruined castle sits atop a verdant hill, its once-grand towers now crumbling and overgrown with ivy. The stone walls, weathered by time, stand as a testament to a bygone era of knights and royalty. The hill is covered in lush greenery, with wildflowers dotting the landscape and tall trees providing a natural frame for the scene. The sky above is a mix of soft blues and whites, with wisps of clouds adding a gentle, serene touch. The overall atmosphere is one of tranquil decay, where nature slowly reclaims the remnants of human ambition.

An elaborate Baroque-style oil painting of a high-ranking skeleton warrior, mid-swing with a massive, broken broadsword. Its turquoise, glowing eye sockets blaze with an eerie light, set in a cracked skull. The tattered remains of a leather armor cling to its decayed frame, ripped and battle-worn. The jagged, chipped broadsword arcs through the air with force, as if the warrior is locked in eternal combat. The ornate details of the armor and weapon contrast with the grime and filth covering the skeleton's bones. In the background, the dim, ancient catacombs stretch into darkness, lined with crumbling stone walls and shadows. The scene is dynamic, powerful, and hauntingly majestic. <lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V1.0.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails.safetensors:0.2>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:svgvrs_flx_EliPot.safetensors:0.5>,

A derelict asylum under a stormy, moonless night. Broken windows rattle in the wind, their glass shards scattered like forgotten memories. Peeling paint reveals walls marked with despair. A flickering light illuminates the long-abandoned hallways. A vengeful spirit roams the corridors. Her once-beautiful face now twisted in rage and sorrow. Hollow eyes burn with hatred. Bloodstained hands clutch a tattered doll. Her long, dark hair flows like a shroud. Echoes of tortured screams reverberate through the halls. Chains rattle in the distance. The scent of decay lingers in the air.

The image is a high-resolution cartoon featuring a very tanned brown skin young man, a bodybuilder physique, with a thick muscular upper body and arms standing in an abandoned industrial building. he is positioned in the centre of the frame, facing slightly to the right. the man has, tousled vivid white hair, styled to the side. he is wearing a form-fitting, blue athletic hoodie with white stripes down the arms, and the front zipper is partially unzipped, revealing a glimpse of his, chest. his facial expression is serious and focused, with a slight furrowed brow, emphasizing his concentration.
the background is the dilapidated interior of an industrial building, with a high ceiling supported by metal beams and a large, broken skylight allowing diffused light to filter in. the walls are blue and gray, with visible patches of peeling paint and graffiti. the floor is littered with debris, including broken glass, metal pieces, and scattered trash, adding to the desolate atmosphere. the overall scene suggests a sense of neglect and decay. the lighting is natural, highlighting the man's features and the textures of his clothing and the building's structure.

Cinematic style,
(in gainax style:1.4), (masterpiece, sharp focus:1.2), BREAK (A female spectral knight emerging from the ruins of an ancient cathedral, their armor glowing with ghostly blue flames, depicted in a style with low-key lighting, ethereal glow, decayed stone textures:1.1), BREAK (A vivid gold-painted icon of a saint on an intact section of a wall, illuminated by the faint flickering of spectral lights, set against the backdrop of a crumbling cathedral:1.4), (art by Gainax:1.4), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements and headdress:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2), (very stylish detailed medieval haircut, mesmerizing detailed radiant face, mesmerizing detailed beautiful eyes:1.2)

In the dim glow of flickering candlelight, a skeleton reclines in an old-fashioned clawfoot bathtub filled with deep, murky water, its bony fingers delicately holding a bright yellow rubber duck. The cracked porcelain of the tub is stained with age, its once-pristine white now mottled with creeping veins of rust and grime. Wisps of mist curl up from the waterâs surface, giving the scene an eerie, dreamlike quality, as if the skeleton itself is caught between the realms of the living and the dead. Surrounding the tub, the crumbling walls of an abandoned Victorian bathroom loom, covered in peeling floral wallpaper and ivy that has begun to reclaim the space. A grand, dust-covered mirror hangs above the tub, its reflective surface fogged over, distorting the flickering candle flames into ghostly shapes. The skeleton's empty eye sockets seem almost amused, its bony grin permanently frozen in a moment of morbid joy as it bobs the duck up and down. Shadows dance along the cracked tile floor, moving in rhythm with the candlelight, giving the illusion that unseen figures are watching from the corners of the room. Despite the decay and the eerie silence, there is an undeniable innocence in the scene, as if even in death, simple joys remain.<lora:aesthetical-000003:0.15><lora:aidmaNSFWunlock-FLUX-PonyStyle-v0.1:0.15><lora:Flux-jijia:0.1><lora:GLSHS:0.6>

A realistic depiction of an abandoned modern town in Japan, with streets lined with contemporary buildings and shops, now deserted and in disrepair. The roads are cracked and uneven, with weeds and small plants growing through the fissures and spreading onto the sidewalks. The buildings have plants and vines climbing up their walls, adding a sense of nature reclaiming the urban space. The streets are cluttered with trash and debris, including old, broken electronics and discarded packaging. A few scattered items of expired food are visible near the entrances of shops, their labels faded and packaging worn. The overall scene is eerily quiet and desolate, with a stark contrast between the once-bustling town and its current state of neglect and decay.

$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.$

In the depths of an ancient, forgotten dungeon, a mad, twisted alchemist sits hunched over a bubbling cauldron, his lab coat stained with a mixture of blood and strange, glowing liquids. The stone walls are covered in cryptic symbols and arcane runes, each one pulsating with a sickly green light. Around him, grotesque, malformed creatures—human and beast—are shackled to the walls, their twisted limbs twitching as they are slowly transformed by his vile experiments. One creature, a hideous amalgamation of man and spider, writhes in the corner, its eyes glowing with unnatural intelligence. Above, chains dangle from the ceiling, and in their shadows, more deformed horrors hang, suspended by the alchemist's own cruel hand. The air is thick with the stench of decay and madness, and the alchemist’s maniacal laughter echoes throughout the dungeon as he prepares to create his next abomination—a monstrosity that will bring the entire kingdom to its knees.

In a derelict cathedral overrun by nature, a rogue with long, ragged red hair and a scar running across his cheek hangs from a broken chandelier, firing a pistol down at the undead that swarm below. His clothing is tattered and patched, a mix of leather and steel plates scavenged from a world in ruins, and his breath comes in sharp, determined gasps as he swings from his precarious position. The cathedral itself, once a place of reverence, is now a decaying monument to a forgotten time, its stained-glass windows shattered, letting in beams of moonlight that illuminate the overgrown pews and altar. The zombies, slow and mindless, claw at the crumbling stone walls, their moans echoing through the vaulted ceiling as they try to reach him. Vines creep up the pillars, and the scent of damp earth fills the air, blending with the stench of decay. Above him, the moon hangs low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the scene, while distant howls suggest that more dangers are on the way. His fingers tighten on the trigger, each shot carefully aimed as he tries to clear a path to the shattered stained-glass window, his only escape route. The scene is filled with tension and fast-paced action, a desperate battle in a world where survival is a fleeting hope.<lora:MysticFantasy>

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Image of a miniature diorama of a crumbling medieval castle, its once-grand towers now broken and overgrown with ivy. The surrounding landscape is barren, with fallen stones and collapsed walls scattered around. Ghostly figures of knights in worn armor can be seen patrolling the ruins, while mythical creatures like small dragons or griffins lurk in the shadows. A dim, overcast sky adds to the eerie atmosphere, casting long shadows over the decayed stronghold.

$A mixed Renaissance and modern are inspired oil painting of a woman standing in the center of a split reality, one half of the scene bathed in ethereal golden light where everything is pristine, the other cast in deep, endless shadow where everything is old and decaying. She wears an extravagant two-toned gown, the left side a pure, luminous gold-threaded silk and white diamonds, flowing like liquid sunlight, while the right side is black as void and black diamonds, its fabric seeming to swallow surrounding light. Her golden eye glows with divine radiance, while her darkened eye seems to be an endless abyss, flickering with faint, moving stars. The grand hall she stands in is divided down the center—the left side rich with intricate Renaissance tapestries, warm candlelight and alabaster white walls, the right side is a crumbling, decayed version of itself, walls of black mold and shadows that move unnaturally. She lifts her hand, and reality itself begins to fracture around her fingertips, as if she alone controls the balance between illumination and oblivion.$

A mysterious, ancient alien artifact discovered on a distant, decaying planet. It takes the form of a massive, floating cylindrical object, covered in a dark metallic surface. The artifact is adorned with pulsating blue lines that resemble glowing veins running through the metal. At the center of the cylinder is a shimmering, transparent capsule, containing a mysterious, living energy that flows in hues of green and violet light. The surface of the artifact is scratched and covered in strange, geometric patterns that move in an irregular rhythm. Small, glowing particles dance around the artifact, resembling tiny stars. The background shows an abandoned temple, its walls covered in dust and debris, with a sky filled with dense fog and eerie, flickering stars. in the style of dmai

Beauty, realism, cinematography, chiaroscuro, rays of light, play of shadow and light, cinematic quality, Cinematic style, wk_spiderlady
pastel, drawing with dry chalk, crayons, sketch of a beautiful punk woman leaning on a decayed wall with graffitis

an endless trench that winds through a barren, desolate landscape, its walls lined with the decaying remnants of soldiers who have become one with the earth. The trench symbolizes the endless cycle of suffering and despair that war brings, with ghostly apparitions of soldiers eternally marching within its confines, their faces expressionless and hollow. Above, the sky is a tumultuous swirl of dark, foreboding clouds, with occasional flashes of eerie light illuminating the scene. The style is reminiscent of Beksiński, with a focus on the surreal and the symbolic, creating a haunting juxtaposition between the stark reality of war and the dreamlike quality of the landscape

a haunting image of a female ghost bride from the Victorian era, with long, flowing black hair and a pale, ethereal complexion. She is dressed in a tattered white wedding gown, standing at the top of a grand staircase in an abandoned mansion. The mansion is filled with decaying furniture, cracked walls, and cobwebs. The atmosphere is dark and eerie, with flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. Her eyes are hollow and filled with sorrow, and she clutches a wilted bouquet of black roses. A cold mist surrounds her, and faint whispers can be heard in the air.

extremely detailed, A haunting close-up of two figures in an eerie embrace, their faces nearly touching, hidden beneath the deep shadows of ornate hoods. Their elegant, tattered gowns flow like liquid darkness, adorned with intricate embroidery that shifts subtly, as if alive. One figure's skeletal fingers, wrapped in delicate lace gloves, gently trace the other’s porcelain-like cheek, where cracks spread like veins. Their eyes, luminous and unnatural, pierce through the gloom with an eerie intensity. The air is thick with an unsettling mist, swirling around them as dim candlelight flickers, casting elongated shadows on the cold stone walls. The background is blurred, but faint outlines of gothic arches and twisted iron candelabras hint at a decaying cathedral, where whispers seem to linger just beyond perception. Extreme close-up shot, cinematic composition, deep contrast between the softness of the fabric and the unsettling details of their almost-human forms.

Bioluminescent,evangsurreal,surrealism,glitter, A photo of a sculpture depicting an emaciated figure, crafted from a terracotta-hued material with visible cracks and fissures, evoking a sense of fragility and decay. The figure is suspended against a stark white wall, its limbs contorted in a paroxysm of anguish, reaching out with elongated, splayed fingers as if clawing for escape. A network of sinuous black metal rods, reminiscent of skeletal scaffolding, supports the figure, further amplifying the macabre aesthetic. Chains with circular links, cold and industrial in their precision, are juxtaposed against the organic form of the sculpture, casting a web of shadows that dance ominously on the wall behind, hinting at confinement and struggle. The image should be captured in a chiaroscuro style, with dramatic, raking light emphasizing the figure's gauntness and the texture of the materials, while leaving the background in relative obscurity. The composition should be a medium shot, taken from a slightly low angle to enhance the sensation of the figure's desperate plea. The focus should be razor-sharp on the sculpture's outstretched hand and anguished face, leaving the surrounding details, such as the floor and lower portion of the wall, slightly out of focus to draw the viewer's eye upwards. Consider adding subtle dust motes, caught in the beam of light, to infuse the scene with a palpable sense of stillness and suspended time.

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Inside a dimly lit chamber, the walls lined with shelves holding thousands of meticulously arranged skulls, a pale-skinned necromancer with jet-black hair stands before a towering altar made of gleaming white bone. The skulls on the shelves seem to watch her every move, their hollow eye sockets glowing faintly with a ghostly blue light. In her hands, she holds an ancient, leather-bound tome, its pages filled with dark rituals and forbidden knowledge. The necromancerâs eyes, a striking shade of violet, flicker with unnatural energy as she begins to chant softly, her voice echoing through the chamber like a whispered curse. Above her, a massive chandelier made entirely of bones hangs from the ceiling, casting long, skeletal shadows that dance across the room. The air is thick with the scent of incense and decay, and the faint sound of bones rattling can be heard in the distance, as though the dead are stirring from their eternal rest. At the center of the room, a large, ornate skull sits on the altar, its surface etched with arcane symbols that pulse in rhythm with the necromancerâs chant. The scene is one of dark power and forbidden magic, where the skulls of the dead serve not as a reminder of mortality, but as tools of the necromancerâs will. (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>

Imagine a hyper-realistic photograph capturing a dark and eerie subway station deep underground. In the dimly lit setting, an eldritch monster looms ominously in the foreground. The creature is grotesque and otherworldly, with twisted, elongated limbs and a mass of writhing tentacles that seem to merge with the shadows. Its skin is a sickly, mottled texture, with patches of scales and slimy, pulsating veins running across its body, giving it an unsettling, almost wet appearance.in the style of style of H. R. Giger,
The monster's face is a haunting blend of alien features—multiple eyes glowing with an unnatural light, rows of sharp, jagged teeth, and a gaping maw that appears to suck in the surrounding darkness. The subway station itself is decayed and abandoned, with broken tiles, flickering lights, and rusted metal structures that add to the sense of dread. Vines and tendrils of dark, unnatural vegetation creep along the walls, as if the monster's presence has twisted the very environment around it.
The dim, greenish light casts eerie shadows, accentuating the monster's horrifying details and creating an atmosphere of impending doom. The overall scene is a terrifying blend of realism and nightmarish horror, capturing the terrifying presence of an eldritch being in a once-familiar urban setting.

On the deck of a derelict spaceship drifting through a field of shattered asteroids, a scavenger in a rusted pressure suit wipes the dust from a glowing warning screen. The cracked display flickers erratically, broadcasting a looping distress signal in a language last spoken before Earth was lost. Outside the cracked viewport, stars burn cold and distant, their light reflecting off the jagged remains of vessels long forgotten. The scavengerâs boots scrape against the rusted metal floor, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of deep space. A single, flickering red light pulses rhythmically on the console, casting eerie shadows against the decayed walls. The words on the screen twist and glitch, shifting between static and something that looks eerily like a countdown. The ship groans, metal warping under unseen forces, as if something vast and hungry stirs in the void beyond. The scavenger exhales, their breath fogging up their cracked visor as they whisper the translation of the message aloud. The words leave their lips just as the countdown reaches zero. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , , ,meiman_style,This is a retro comic book style digital illustration, <lora:meimanstylev2:0.4><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>

Illustration by Katsuhiro Otomo, A sprawling, futuristic cityscape at night, with towering neon-lit skyscrapers and chaotic streets filled with futuristic vehicles. In the foreground, a lone female wearing a full latex bodysuit stands on a balcony, overlooking the busy metropolis below. The atmosphere is filled with tensionâsmoke rises from distant fires, and the sky is tinged with dark neon reds and electric blues. The cityâs intricate details, from graffiti-covered walls to flickering billboards, are captured in gritty, hyper-detailed linework, evoking a sense of urban decay and technological overload.

Studio Ghibli Dark Fairytale, The Forgotten Banquet Hall of the Sidhe
A vast gothic Celtic banquet hall, hidden deep within an ancient, mist-shrouded forest. Crumbling stone walls, covered in dark ivy and ghostly white wisteria, rise high above a massive blackened oak table, set for an eternal feast of the Sidhe (fairy folk).
The hall is illuminated by floating blue flames, casting eerie light onto gilded goblets, silver-plated skulls, and plates of untouched, enchanted food that never decays. In the background, faint whispers echo through the stone corridors, as if the spirits of lost souls still haunt the great hall.
A massive iron chandelier, covered in wax-dripping black candles, hangs from the vaulted ceiling, its chains rattling softly with an unseen presence. Shadows twist unnaturally along the walls, as if something unseen moves just beyond the candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, burning sage, and old wine, evoking the presence of the ancient Celtic underworld.

In a dimly lit, cluttered laboratory, a Plague Doctor meticulously prepares a potion. The room is filled with strange, twisted equipment and shelves lined with jars containing grotesque specimens. The Doctor's bird-like mask and long coat are covered in symbols and stains, and their gloved hands move with precision. A sickly yellow light illuminates the room, casting long shadows and highlighting the chaotic arrangement of the lab. On the walls, scribbled notes and diagrams hint at dark experiments and forbidden knowledge. The scene is a blend of dark humor and unsettling detail, with a grungy, punk-inspired aesthetic that underscores the grim determination of the Doctor in their fight against the plague,
in the style of decaying animatronic, claymation, VHS screen grab, grainy, old footage, in the style of an old 80's VHS dark fantasy, VHS screen grab, grainy, old footage

Envision a grotesque marionette, its wooden body cracked and splintered, hanging limply in a dimly lit, decaying attic. The marionetteâs face is eerily lifelike, with faded, peeling paint revealing dark, hollow eyes that seem to follow you no matter where you stand. Its mouth is frozen in a twisted grin, with jagged teeth carved into the wood. The strings attached to its limbs are frayed and tangled, stretching up into the darkness where an unseen force pulls them, causing the marionette to jerk and twitch unnaturally. The attic is filled with forgotten relicsâdusty old dolls, broken mirrors reflecting distorted images, and cobweb-covered furnitureâeach adding to the sense of unease. Shadows dance along the walls, moving as if alive, and a faint, haunting melody echoes in the background, growing louder with each twitch of the marionette. The atmosphere is thick with dread, as if the marionette is waiting for the perfect moment to come to life.

A cinematic, photorealistic interior scene set in the dim stairwell of a decaying Soviet-era apartment block during the daytime. The stairway is narrow and steep, with cracked concrete steps, rusted iron railings, and faded green-painted walls peeling from decades of moisture and neglect. Dust motes float in the still air.
A small rectangular window set halfway up the stairwell lets in soft daylight, casting long shafts of light down the cracked stairwell and creating stark contrast between illuminated patches and shadowed corners. On the window sill, a few neglected potted plants cling to lifeâleggy geraniums, dusty spider plants, and broken ceramic pots. Their leaves catch the light, adding a quiet sense of persistence in the grim space.
On the nearby wall, a bold piece of rebel graffitiâa faded orange Lambda symbolâstands out clearly against the green paint, spray-painted hastily, yet deliberately. Itâs slightly weathered, suggesting both secrecy and age. Faint remnants of other markings and peeling posters can be seen beneath it.
The overall mood is quiet, tense, and atmosphericâan everyday space heavy with the weight of occupation, subtle defiance, and forgotten stories. The visual style is gritty realism, with cinematic framing and natural lighting. ( Iron door on the right side,:1.3)
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In a hauntingly ethereal, black-and-white noir setting, M4RGU1E, a captivating woman with long, jet-black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of obsidian silk, stands alone against the gritty brick wall of an abandoned speakeasy. The dim, smoky light from a single, hanging bulb casts dramatic shadows across her angular features as she gazes intensely at the viewer with parted, crimson lips, her gaze filled with an enigmatic allure. She is dressed in a one-piece jumpsuit of shimmering gold sequins that clings to her body like liquid metal, adorned with intricate silver earrings that catch the light and reflect the dim bulb's glow. The image is a hauntingly beautiful portrait of a woman who seems to embody the spirit of the city itself - a beacon of hope amidst the darkness and decay.

(masterpiece), best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face, sharp eyes, digital painting, voluminetric lighting, metallic reflections, 8k.
In the haunted ruins of an ancient mansion, a spectral spirit drifts silently through the decaying halls. Its form is ethereal, a translucent figure cloaked in tattered, flowing robes that seem to merge with the shadows. The spirit's eyes glow with an eerie, otherworldly light, casting a ghostly luminescence on the crumbling walls. It moves with a haunting grace, its presence sending chills through the air. The mansion itself is a labyrinth of broken staircases and shattered windows, overgrown with creeping vines and moss. Whispers of forgotten memories echo through the corridors, carried by the cold, damp breeze. The spirit is bound to this place, a lingering remnant of a tragic past, forever wandering in search of solace. Its mournful wails resonate through the night, a sorrowful reminder of the mansion's dark history and the secrets it holds.

A hyper-realistic photograph of a haunting, anthropomorphic sock monkey in a dimly lit, eerie room. The creature has a distorted, elongated body with a combination of maroon and white fabric that looks aged and worn. Its face is unsettling, with large, exaggerated eyes that convey a sinister expression, and a mouth filled with sharp, jagged teeth. The room's walls are cracked and peeling, adding to the sense of decay and abandonment. Shadows stretch across the floor, creating an ominous atmosphere. A single dim light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scene. The sock monkey sits in the center of the room, its limbs splayed out, with frayed wires trailing from its body, as if it has been reanimated. The overall mood is one of unease and creeping dread, reminiscent of a horror movie setting

Ghostlystyle,A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a dilapidated old mansion, beneath the rotting floorboards of a forgotten attic, a colony of ghost rabbits with glowing yellow eyes scurries silently through the dust and cobwebs. Their translucent forms shimmer faintly in the moonlight that filters through the cracks in the atticâs roof, casting faint shadows on the decaying wooden beams above. The attic is filled with forgotten relicsâold, broken toys, cracked mirrors, and dust-covered portraits of long-dead occupantsâall slowly being reclaimed by time and neglect. The rabbitsâ ghostly fur seems to absorb the dim light, their bodies flickering in and out of visibility as they move through the piles of forgotten memories. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and rotting wood, and the soft creaking of the house adds to the eerie, unsettling quiet. The rabbitsâ glowing eyes shine like distant lanterns in the gloom, their gaze sharp and watchful, as though guarding some long-forgotten secret hidden within the mansionâs walls. Occasionally, the faint sound of whispering can be heard, carried on the still air, though no source for the voices can be seen. The entire attic feels suspended in a timeless, ghostly hush, where the boundary between the living and the dead is thin, and the rabbits move through it as if they have always belonged. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<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><lora:FluxGhost-000001>

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a dilapidated old mansion, beneath the rotting floorboards of a forgotten attic, a colony of ghost rabbits with glowing yellow eyes scurries silently through the dust and cobwebs. Their translucent forms shimmer faintly in the moonlight that filters through the cracks in the atticâs roof, casting faint shadows on the decaying wooden beams above. The attic is filled with forgotten relicsâold, broken toys, cracked mirrors, and dust-covered portraits of long-dead occupantsâall slowly being reclaimed by time and neglect. The rabbitsâ ghostly fur seems to absorb the dim light, their bodies flickering in and out of visibility as they move through the piles of forgotten memories. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and rotting wood, and the soft creaking of the house adds to the eerie, unsettling quiet. The rabbitsâ glowing eyes shine like distant lanterns in the gloom, their gaze sharp and watchful, as though guarding some long-forgotten secret hidden within the mansionâs walls. Occasionally, the faint sound of whispering can be heard, carried on the still air, though no source for the voices can be seen. The entire attic feels suspended in a timeless, ghostly hush, where the boundary between the living and the dead is thin, and the rabbits move through it as if they have always belonged. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<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><lora:FluxGhost-000001>

Wall-E, the small and endearing robot, is shown spray painting a large, bright red heart on a decayed wall. The wall is part of a crumbling building in a post-apocalyptic city, with shattered windows, vines overgrowing the structure, and debris scattered on the ground. The background shows a cityscape in ruins, with broken skyscrapers, abandoned vehicles, and a hazy, overcast sky. Despite the grim surroundings, Wall-E's action adds a touch of hope and humanity to the scene, his eyes reflecting a gentle, curious expression as he paints. The heart stands out vividly against the dark, weathered wall, symbolizing love and resilience in the face of desolation.

A sci-fi cyberpunk style scene. The central figure is a gorgeous woman with pale skin and striking platinum blonde hair that cascades past her shoulders. She wears a form-fitting, shiny white bodysuit with black accents, emphasizing her curvaceous figure and large breasts. The bodysuit is adorned with a high-tech, metallic chest plate with a red emblem in the center. She is also wearing a black trench coat that is open, revealing her outfit. Her eyes are covered by a futuristic, high-tech mask with its eyes glowing in an intimidating red light. The background features a dilapidated, graffiti-covered brick wall with a large, faded graffiti tag on the left side. The wall is in shades of gray and red, with some areas showing signs of wear and decay. The lighting is dramatic, with a beam of light illuminating the subject from above, casting shadows and highlighting the textures of her outfit and the wall. The overall atmosphere is intense and gritty, typical of cyberpunk. cyberpunk style, mythp0rt, realisticanime

A Cheshire cat smile floating eerily in the air, glowing faintly above an old, flickering neon sign that reads "Depression," the letters crooked and barely holding on, casting a sickly neon light. The motel below is dilapidated and abandoned, its walls crumbling, windows broken, and red flat roof sagging under years of neglect. Around the motel is a desolate parking lot with cracked, faded asphalt, scattered debris, and rusted, decaying cars, frozen in time. Tumbleweeds roll lazily across the lot, adding to the stillness. The atmosphere is thick with a sense of abandonment, isolation, and unease. The horizon is blurred, as if reality itself is thinning out, adding a liminal, dreamlike quality to the scene. Dim, overcast sky, casting cold, muted light, heightening the eerie, surreal feeling of the place. The Cheshire smile remains, almost mocking, a symbol of madness and despair hovering in the surreal, forgotten landscape.

A dramatic scene in an open rocky canyon under warm sunlight. A massive red dragon lies defeated on the dusty ground, its huge body with black smoke-like particles rising from its wounds, suggesting decay or a cursed demise. creating an aura of ferocity even in death. In the foreground, on the right side of the frame, a lone figure stands with a large, heavy weapon resting against the ground. The person wears a red outfit with black and white accents, their posture calm yet subtly exhausted. Bushes of vibrant green foliage break the monotony of the canyon walls in the distance, contrasting against the dragon’s crimson scales and the earthy tones of the terrain. The focus on the stark difference in scale and atmosphere emphasizes the weight of victory and the toll of the battle.

A devastated and tragic small Midwestern main street at dusk in the dead of winter, with a post-apocalyptic atmosphere. Buildings are in advanced stages of decay, with collapsed roofs, shattered windows, and warped facades. The street is uneven, littered with debris, broken signs, and patches of dirty, ash-covered snow. An alien space ship is strafing the street, firing lasers at the camera. A dense, suffocating fog blankets the scene, and a few bare, twisted trees claw at the gray sky. A single small tattered Christmas tree with tiny dull lights peeks faintly in the shattered window of an abandoned shop, surrounded by shattered glass and crumbling walls. The scene feels chaotic, cold, and utterly forsaken, exuding a haunting sense of despair and ruin.

newfantasycore, Isekai-Inspired Fantasy Style, Mid Shot, In a dimly lit abyssal cavern, a figure cloaked in shadows sits upon a throne crafted from the very essence of darkness and decay. Before them lies a blood-stained grimoire, its pages whispering ancient secrets to those who dare to listen. In the distance, black flames dance across the walls, casting flickering shadows upon the cracked statues of forgotten deities. Amidst this foreboding landscape, a group of shadow elementals gather around the figure, their ethereal forms undulating in anticipation. As they begin to chant in unison, the air thickens with male

A graffiti-covered brick wall serves as the backdrop for a rebellious teenager leaning casually against it. They wear ripped jeans, a cropped leather jacket adorned with patches, and combat boots caked in mud. Their hair is dyed a vibrant shade of teal, styled messily. A cigarette hangs loosely from their lips, smoke curling upward. The scene is set under a gray sky with hints of rain, giving the image a gritty, raw aesthetic. Captured from a three-quarter angle, emphasizing both their expression and the intricate graffiti art behind them. Lighting is diffused due to overcast conditions, with a slight vignette to draw attention to the subject. Urban decay meets youthful defiance.

The Forgotten Banquet Hall of the Sidhe
A vast gothic Celtic banquet hall, hidden deep within an ancient, mist-shrouded forest. Crumbling stone walls, covered in dark ivy and ghostly white wisteria, rise high above a massive blackened oak table, set for an eternal feast of the Sidhe (fairy folk).
The hall is illuminated by floating blue flames, casting eerie light onto gilded goblets, silver-plated skulls, and plates of untouched, enchanted food that never decays. In the background, faint whispers echo through the stone corridors, as if the spirits of lost souls still haunt the great hall.
A massive iron chandelier, covered in wax-dripping black candles, hangs from the vaulted ceiling, its chains rattling softly with an unseen presence. Shadows twist unnaturally along the walls, as if something unseen moves just beyond the candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, burning sage, and old wine, evoking the presence of the ancient Celtic underworld.

A dark, subterranean cavern shrouded in a spectral green glow, where an ancient, skeletal leviathan floats eerily through the air, its massive, decayed frame adorned with luminescent white antlers that resemble twisted coral. The creature's hollow eyes pulse with an otherworldly light, casting faint, rippling shadows across the cavern walls. Below, the ground is littered with broken bones, scattered remains, and strange fungal growths emitting a faint bioluminescent glow.
In the foreground, a lone, cloaked warrior with disheveled silver hair stands poised, gripping a staff crowned with intricate runes that radiate a faint crimson aura. Their fur-lined cloak ripples gently as if moved by an unseen wind, while their armor glints faintly in the dim light. The warrior gazes upward, their stance both wary and resolute, as though preparing to confront the leviathan’s ethereal presence.
The atmosphere is heavy with foreboding, the air thick with the sound of faint whispers and the distant echo of dripping water. Shadows dance along the cavern walls, blending seamlessly with the soft, green luminescence of the leviathan, creating a haunting, dreamlike scene of dark fantasy and ancient dread.

$Necromancer & Demons. This is a high-quality gothic dark beauty in the style of a necromancer, standing in a ruined cathedral bathed in eerie green light. Her flowing black gown is adorned with bone accents and glowing runes, and her pale skin is marked with arcane sigils. Her piercing, glowing green eyes radiate power as she summons swirling spirits that wail around her. A skeletal staff topped with a glowing crystal rests in her hand, crackling with dark energy. The air is thick with fog, and shattered stained glass casts fractured colors across the decayed stone walls, amplifying her ominous presence.$

In a shadowy, forgotten crypt deep beneath an ancient city, a necromancer kneels before a glowing, intricately carved skull resting on a stone altar. Dark tendrils of magic flow from her outstretched hands, wrapping around the skull as the bones in the surrounding tombs begin to stir. Slowly, skeletal figures rise from the cracked, stone floor, their eye sockets glowing with a faint, green light as they march toward the necromancer, ready to do her bidding. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the crypt, highlighting the delicate, hand-carved symbols etched into the walls. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old magic, and the scene pulses with the dark, mystical energy of a world where death is merely the beginning.MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>

$In the style of ck-sfc The labyrinthine space is a fusion of decaying grandeur and digital distortion—cracked marble pillars rise into infinity, their surfaces crawling with glowing neon glyphs that pulse like veins. The floor is fractured, revealing circuits and data streams glowing faintly beneath the surface. The walls stretch endlessly, adorned with faded frescoes that flicker and shift, overlaid with holographic projections that dissolve into static. In the center of this chaotic, decaying realm, SchizoNomad strides forward, a lone figure in a sea of uncertainty. His long pink coat ripples unnaturally, its surface glitching and distorting as if resisting reality itself. The coat’s vivid hue clashes with the muted, golden glow of the court His face is hidden behind a fragmented mask, constantly reconfiguring itself in a dance of light and shadow, as if his identity cannot be pinned down. The mask reflects fragments of the court around him, creating a kaleidoscopic distortion of his surroundings. The atmosphere is heavy with tension, a quiet, oppressive hum filling the air. The surreal scene is painted in a palette of muted golds, deep blacks, and vibrant neon accents, capturing the unsettling beauty of this forgotten, digital dreamscape. SchizoNomad’s presence is both a disruption and a focal point, the only tangible reality in a place where everything else teeters on the edge of illusion.$

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A haunting monochrome lineart sketch closeup portrait of An eroded white ((mouthless)) bald SandmanIcb gaunt humanoid, with pale skin, empty hollow eyes and mouthless, wearing and old rusty medieval knight armor, a crown on his head and holding a beautiful detailed diamond in his black claw fingered hands.
Behind him, a decayed castle walls looms, its surface cracked and peeling with time. The dim, moody lighting casts haunting shadows, subtly illuminating the humanoid’s unsettling grin and lifeless gaze.
The air is thick with an eerie atmosphere, punctuated by bold, chaotic linework that seems to writhe like a living entity. The paper itself appears worn and stained, as if it too has been consumed by the madness that inspired this crude drawing

Mixed media on a massive canvas, blending oil paints, metallic pigments, and sculptural elements, the artwork is an expansive triptych capturing the birth and evolution of a universe. Each panel is alive with motion, light, and texture, evoking a visceral sense of wonder.
The left panel, Creation, features swirling golds, silvers, and deep blues. Celestial forms emerge from a glowing nebula, where molten textures forge stars in a fiery crucible. Embedded lights pulse faintly like living constellations.
The center panel, Harmony, reveals a vast cosmic landscape. A kaleidoscope of emerald greens, sapphire blues, and amethyst purples symbolizes balance. Metallic paints form shimmering rivers and oceans, while sculptural glass rises as crystalline mountains and floating islands, catching the light with dazzling effect.
The right panel, Ethereal Decay, explores the return of energy to the void. Dark tones of crimson and indigo dominate, with gold threads hinting at hope. Holographic projections layer shifting galaxies and fading civilizations, inviting reflection on time and impermanence.
Blurring into surrounding walls, painted tendrils extend outward, giving the piece an infinite, immersive quality.

$A vivid Expressionist painting of a single, striking blue-green eye emerging from a fractured, weathered wall that morphs into a winding stone pathway. The eye is rendered with bold, exaggerated brushstrokes, its turquoise-blue iris flecked with gold radiating an intense emotional gaze, surrounded by dark, jagged lashes that seem to vibrate with energy. The cracked wall is painted in rough, impasto textures with layers of mint-green and earthy browns, its distressed surface conveying a sense of raw decay and tumult. Beneath the eye, the wall erupts into a chaotic, serpentine path of uneven cobblestones, rendered in fiery golden and ochre tones that contrast sharply with the cool hues of the background. The pathway twists through a dense, shadowy forest of towering trees painted in deep blacks and moody blues, their sharp vertical forms slashing through the composition like jagged scars. The color palette is dramatic and saturated, dominated by turquoise, gold, and crimson accents that evoke tension and passion. The expressive brushwork and distorted perspective amplify the emotional intensity, transforming the scene into a visceral metaphor for inner turmoil and self-discovery. Bold Expressionism, textured abstraction, emotional intensity.$

the cover art of rood magazine has a sphere, and a glowing red light, in the style of conceptual portraiture, made of rubber, futuristic robots, elina karimova, light black, technology-based art, oversized objects, sitting against a destroyed wall the middle of a destroyed city, holding a wilted decayed flower. Scanning the decayed flower with a red glowing scanner built into the front of the sphere.

A moody, cinematic scene inspired by Half-Life 2, set in a cold, rural Eastern European town perched along the cliffs of a bleak coastline. Snow covers the cracked cobblestone streets and the decaying rooftops of low, Soviet-era concrete buildings. The structures are stained by time and salt airâexposed rebar, crumbling balconies, rusted metal doors, and broken satellite dishes all contribute to the sense of abandonment and surveillance.
Above, a sleek dystopian aircraft loomsâits black, insect-like shape gliding silently through the heavy, overcast sky. Red lights blink faintly along its underbelly, and searchlights sweep slowly across the rooftops below. Its presence is imposing, a constant reminder of control from above.
Scattered along the sides of buildings and alley walls, faint rebel graffiti defies the environmentâstenciled faces, cryptic arrows, and slogans in red and black, partially obscured by grime and decay. The wind carries the distant crash of waves below the cliffs and the subtle mechanical hum of the hovering craft.
The lighting is soft and cold, dominated by the gray-blue of the clouded sky, diffused ambient light,
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The Cursed Alchemist's Workshop, Camera: A vertiginous, canted shot with a fisheye lens, distorting the viewer's perspective and amplifying the sense of disorientation. Focus on the central workbench, where eerie, pulsing luminescence emanates from the abomination, casting an otherworldly glow. Scene: A forsaken, subterranean lair reeking of decay, smoke, and brimstone, where the air is heavy with malignant energy. Flickering, tallow candles cast twisted, hellish silhouettes on the walls, as if the shadows themselves are alive and conspiring. On the workbench, a grotesque, twitching creature takes shape, its rusty pipes, copper wires, and viscous tendrils pulsating with an eldritch power. A single, unblinking, bloodshot eye glares defiantly at the viewer, as if challenging them to enter this forsaken realm.

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