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    A stealthy orc hunter, covered in mud and foliage for camouflage, lies in wait in a swamp thicket. His bow is drawn, eyes focused on a distant target. The swamp is filled with dense undergrowth and the sounds of unseen creatures, the scene tense and suspenseful, medium shot, muted, shadowy light.
    a digital illustration of, a young woman with striking green hair, wearing a form-fitting tactical suit, stands in a dense forest, her sniper rifle poised and aimed at a distant target, the sunlight filtering through the trees casting dappled patterns on her determined face, she takes a deep breath, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as she prepares to make the shot<lora:Illustration concept variant 2.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    over-the-shoulder action shot of a heavily armored droid mid-combat, aiming its assault rifle at an unseen target amidst a chaotic battlefield; intense targeting laser beam slicing through swirling clouds of dust and smoke, giving a sense of tension and focus; humanoid structure with segmented white and gunmetal armor, intricate mechanical parts visible at the elbows and knees, angular faceplate with narrow, glowing red eye slits; cinematic motion blur captures the rapid recoil of its rifle, with glowing sparks and scattered bullet casings flying in the air; background of a crumbling industrial zone with abandoned vehicles, twisted metal, and thick fog obscuring distant explosions, harsh directional lighting casting sharp, high-contrast shadows, heightening the cold, mechanical atmosphere, 0r0105, anime, cyberpunk<lora:Improved_Droid_Style.safetensors:1.0:1.0> <lora:Flux_Detailer2K.safetensors:1:1> <lora:flux_CPA.safetensors:1:1>
    In a sunlit grove surrounded by trees with leaves that shimmer like gold, a young elven warrior with emerald-green eyes and auburn hair tied in a single braid practices her archery. Her leather armor, adorned with intricate silver filigree, fits snugly against her lithe frame, and her quiver of arrows glows faintly with a soft, golden light. She stands poised, her bow drawn, aiming at a target carved into the trunk of an ancient tree, its bark covered in glowing runes that pulse softly with each shot she takes. The air is filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant sound of a babbling brook, creating an atmosphere of serene focus. The sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor, which is covered in soft moss and wildflowers. Her arrows fly true, each one striking the target with precision, their glowing tips leaving faint trails of light in the air. Behind her, a small, crystal-clear pond reflects her graceful movements, the water rippling gently with the occasional breeze. Her expression is one of calm determination, her training a sacred ritual dedicated to honing her skills for the battles to come. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Within the bowels of a colossal, underground city, a rogue with coal-black skin and sharp, glowing red eyes perches atop a crumbling stone gargoyle, overlooking the labyrinthine streets below. His leather armor, patched and worn from countless battles, clings tightly to his lean frame, blending into the shadows that stretch across the narrow alleyways and towering, stone buildings. Above, the ceiling of the cavern is barely visible, obscured by a thick layer of smoke and mist that swirls in slow, languid patterns, illuminated only by the occasional flicker of neon signs and torchlight. The air is heavy with the scent of damp stone and burning coal, and the distant sound of hammers striking metal echoes through the cavern like the heartbeat of the city itself. Below, the streets are alive with the murmur of merchants, thieves, and scavengers, their faces half-hidden by hoods and masks as they move through the labyrinth like ghosts. The rogue’s eyes scan the crowd, searching for his next target, his sharp senses attuned to every movement and sound. His dagger, glowing faintly with a deep, crimson light, rests in his hand, ready for action at a moment’s notice. The scene is one of quiet tension, where the shadows and light play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. (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>
    James Webb's Canadian Eye "Mh1$AgThS2 Canada's contribution to the James Webb Space Telescope—the Fine Guidance Sensor—appears in extreme closeup, its precision optics tilted dramatically against the backdrop of a newly discovered exoplanet. The instrument glows with targeting energy in maple-leaf red as it locks onto distant stars with unprecedented accuracy, enabling the telescope to remain perfectly still while gathering ancient light. The sensor's casing bears the subtle maple leaf insignia that gleams with metallic pride against the gold-plated telescope structure. Through the sensor's perspective, we see what Webb sees—a rocky super-Earth whose atmosphere is being analyzed by the Canadian-built NIRISS instrument, the spectroscopic data flowing in cascades of prismatic light that reveal the chemical signatures of potential life. The wide-angle backdrop reveals the telescope's massive sunshield, a technological marvel the size of a tennis court that keeps the instruments at a frigid -233°C while reflecting the blazing stellar furnaces of distant galaxies. The entire composition shimmers with the crystalline clarity of deep space observation, where Canadian technology enables humanity to peer across billions of light-years. Thin border of spectroscopic analysis patterns that identify atmospheric components on an epic border background."
    From the cockpit of a sinister, sleek space fighter, the view is dominated by the chaos of a massive space battle, captured in dark, photorealistic detail. The cockpit itself is a blend of menacing technology and arcane symbols, with blood-red lights casting eerie shadows across the various control panels adorned with jagged, alien runes. The pilot, a shadowy figure with a helmet obscuring their features, exudes an aura of malevolence, their gloved hands gripping the controls with ruthless precision. The reflection of fiery explosions and distant starships being torn apart by laser fire flickers across the cracked, blackened glass of the cockpit canopy, adding to the sense of destruction and chaos outside. The pilot’s cold, calculating eyes, visible through the narrow visor slit, scan the battlefield, locking onto targets with cruel intent. The photorealism captures every detail—the sweat trickling down the pilot’s neck, the flickering holographic displays showing enemy ships being obliterated, and the dim, pulsating lights that cast an ominous red glow over the scene. Outside, the vastness of space is lit by the deadly ballet of dogfights, streaks of plasma and missile trails crisscrossing in a deadly dance, while the dark, jagged silhouette of the fighter slices through the carnage with predatory grace, a harbinger of doom in the cold void
    A fierce lion-like tabaxi monk, his golden fur rippling with power, leaps through the air, fists glowing with radiant energy. His sharp, feline eyes—burning with a deep orange fire—are locked onto his target as his muscular form twists gracefully mid-flight. His simple, brown robes whip around his lean body, frayed at the edges but perfectly fitted for battle. The golden bracelets wrapped around his forearms shine with arcane light, crackling with the energy of his monastic discipline, while his sharp claws extend slightly from his fists. His long, tufted tail lashes behind him, adding balance to his impossibly fluid movements. Behind him, the crumbling remains of an ancient monastery, overgrown with vines and moss, sit under the dappled light of the jungle canopy. The air hums with the power of his discipline, his every movement a blend of grace and devastating force. The soft, distant sounds of nature seem muted in the presence of his radiant energy. His expression is one of fierce determination, eyes narrowed, every fiber of his being focused on the impending strike. <lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
    ne0nfant4sy, A cybernetic bounty hunter, his heavily modified body towering over the darkened alleyway, grips a plasma rifle with one hand while adjusting his visor with the other. His skin, a blend of matte black synthetic material and exposed chrome circuitry, glints under the neon glow of a nearby street sign. His bald head is covered in cybernetic implants, wires feeding directly into his skull, while his sharp, glowing red eyes scan the area with mechanical precision. His muscular, augmented frame is covered in a tactical bodysuit designed for stealth and combat, with various gadgets and weapons strapped to his belt. The city behind him is alive with flashing advertisements, speeding hovercars, and the distant hum of overcrowded slums, but his focus is solely on the target ahead. His breath comes out in soft mechanical hisses, the result of enhanced lungs, and every movement is smooth and deliberate, calculated for maximum efficiency. His expression is one of ruthless determination, a hunter on the prowl, as rain begins to fall, bouncing off his metallic armor in small, glowing droplets. The faint flicker of a wanted hologram flashes in the background, displaying the image of his next prey.<lora:CPA>
    A mech pilot, her skin dark and covered in a light sheen of sweat, grips the controls of her towering exo-suit as it stomps through a ruined cityscape. Her short, curly hair sticks to her forehead beneath the transparent visor of her helmet, and her bright green eyes are locked on the targeting display, glowing with tactical data. Her body is strapped tightly into the cockpit, wires and tubes connected to her suit’s neural interface, amplifying her movements into the colossal war machine outside. The control panel in front of her is a mess of blinking lights, switches, and digital readouts, reflecting the chaos of battle unfolding around her. Through the cracked glass of her cockpit, massive skyscrapers lie in ruin, smoke and fire filling the horizon as alien forces close in. The mech's metal limbs, dented and battle-worn, move with surprising agility, each step sending tremors through the ground below. Her face is set in fierce concentration, a warrior fully immersed in her machine. The glow of distant plasma blasts reflects off her helmet as she prepares for the next assault.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    From the cockpit of a valiant space fighter, the view is dominated by the intense, yet hopeful, chaos of a fierce space battle, captured in vivid photorealistic detail. The cockpit is sleek and advanced, with bright, clean displays and holographic readouts glowing in a cool blue light, contrasting with the dark void of space outside. The pilot, a determined and skilled ace, is visible through the clear visor of their helmet, their eyes sharp and focused, reflecting the resolve to protect their fleet and comrades. The HUD projects targeting reticules and tactical information onto the canopy, where the distant flashes of explosions and the streaks of enemy fighters zoom past, painting the scene with a dynamic energy. The photorealism brings out the fine details—the worn grip of the flight stick, the beads of sweat on the pilot’s brow from the intense maneuvers, and the soft hum of the fighter’s systems that mix with the distant sounds of battle. Outside, the heroic fighter swoops through the chaos with graceful precision, dodging enemy fire and returning it with deadly accuracy, while the stars and distant planets form a breathtaking backdrop to the epic conflict. The cockpit is filled with the sound of radio chatter from allies, each voice a reminder of the lives depending on the pilot’s skill and bravery, adding a layer of emotional depth to the dramatic battle unfolding in the cold expanse of space
    Closeup Portrait, Monochrome with color, the vast expanse of a post-apocalyptic desert stretches to the horizon, the sands glowing faintly in the green light of a dying sun. A colossal mech, shaped like a long-legged giraffe with sleek, alien lines, strides slowly across the dunes. Mounted atop its back is a small observation platform where a lone pilot, a rugged cyborg woman, watches the horizon. Her face is weathered but stunning, her bronze skin glowing faintly with embedded circuitry. Her piercing emerald eyes scan the horizon, augmented with targeting displays. She wears a patchwork scarf that billows in the wind, her hand gripping the controls of a massive railgun mounted on the mech’s side. The mech itself is silent except for the soft hiss of hydraulics, and the only sound is the distant howl of the desert wind. Far in the distance, an ancient ruined city shimmers in the heat, a faint promise of shelter in the endless wasteland.. R3alisticF
    In this photo, the mechanical samurai’s face is wet from the rain, with raindrops glistening on the metallic surface. Water drips from the brim of his bamboo hat, resembling a small stream flowing over his steel-like skin. he is gazing intently at a distant target, cold and resolute.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the sky above a burning city, a winged archer with golden skin and fiery red hair soars between crumbling buildings, loosing arrows faster than the eye can follow. The city below is engulfed in flames, plumes of smoke billowing up to meet her as she dodges incoming fireballs and arrows from unseen enemies. Her wings, shimmering with iridescent feathers, beat furiously against the hot, ash-filled air as she nocks another glowing arrow in her ethereal bow. With a sharp dive, she narrowly avoids a collapsing tower, the flames licking at her heels as she pulls back her bowstring and releases an arrow that explodes mid-flight, raining down shards of light on the foes below. The air around her crackles with the heat of the inferno, the wind carrying the acrid smell of burning wood and stone. In one fluid motion, she flips in the air, firing three more arrows at a shadowy figure perched on a distant rooftop. The ground below is a chaotic sprawl of panicked citizens, fleeing from the onslaught as the city crumbles around them. Her eyes, glowing with a fierce determination, scan the destruction for her next target. Each arrow she fires arcs with deadly precision, cutting through the smoke and chaos with relentless speed. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    BMStyle, Anime, A battle-hardened Pikachu stands at the edge of a steep, rocky cliff, his intense gaze fixed on a distant target. With a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, smoke rising lazily into the air, Pikachu grips a sleek sniper rifle with deadly precision, its scope reflecting the sunlight as he prepares for a perfect shot. The surrounding cliffs stretch out in the background, adding to the rugged, high-stakes atmosphere. Pikachu’s usual cute demeanor is replaced with a steely determination as he embodies the role of a merciless, cigar-smoking sniper, ready to take down his target from afar.
    **Scene Prompt:** The vast expanse of space is dotted with distant stars as two sleek starfighters engage in a high-speed pursuit. A Rebel X-Wing, its engines roaring as it zips through the void, tailing a nimble TIE Fighter weaving erratically ahead. The X-Wing's pilot, gripping the controls with precision, watches the TIE's every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The TIE Fighter, its iconic twin ion engines glowing bright, zips and banks sharply, trying to shake its pursuer. Red blaster fire streaks across space as the X-Wing returns fire, narrowly missing its target. The TIE Fighter dives into a spiral, trying to confuse its attacker, but the X-Wing follows, pushing the limits of its engines. As the battle intensifies, the black void of space becomes a deadly arena, each pilot’s skill tested to the limit. The tension mounts—will the Rebel outmaneuver the Empire, or will the TIE Fighter find an escape route?
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Within the bowels of a colossal, underground city, a rogue with coal-black skin and sharp, glowing red eyes perches atop a crumbling stone gargoyle, overlooking the labyrinthine streets below. His leather armor, patched and worn from countless battles, clings tightly to his lean frame, blending into the shadows that stretch across the narrow alleyways and towering, stone buildings. Above, the ceiling of the cavern is barely visible, obscured by a thick layer of smoke and mist that swirls in slow, languid patterns, illuminated only by the occasional flicker of neon signs and torchlight. The air is heavy with the scent of damp stone and burning coal, and the distant sound of hammers striking metal echoes through the cavern like the heartbeat of the city itself. Below, the streets are alive with the murmur of merchants, thieves, and scavengers, their faces half-hidden by hoods and masks as they move through the labyrinth like ghosts. The rogue’s eyes scan the crowd, searching for his next target, his sharp senses attuned to every movement and sound. His dagger, glowing faintly with a deep, crimson light, rests in his hand, ready for action at a moment’s notice. The scene is one of quiet tension, where the shadows and light play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. (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>
    ff-comic, A European woman with ice-blue eyes and pale blonde hair, her face painted with black and green camo streaks, crouches in the snow-covered woods of a tundra battlefield, her white winter camouflage blending into the landscape as she grips a suppressed sniper rifle, the barrel wrapped in burlap for concealment, her breath visible in the freezing air as she tracks an enemy convoy moving along an icy road in the distance, the distant rumble of engines and the crunch of snow underfoot filling the air as her target comes into sight, the tall pine trees around her heavy with snow, the setting sun casting a faint pink glow across the horizon.<lora:Comicbook_Flux-000013.safetensors:1.0:1.0> <lora:cheats.safetensors:1:1>
    A mesmerizing figure emerges from the shadowy depths of a dark forest under the ethereal glow of a full moon. She is an assassin of elvish descent, her presence an intoxicating blend of danger, grace, and mystique. Her long, curly white hair cascades down her back in silken waves, catching the faint silver of the moonlight. Intricate braids weave through her hair, adding a touch of elegance to her otherwise lethal demeanor. Her pointed ears, a hallmark of her elven lineage, peek gracefully through the snowy locks. Her piercing bright blue eyes, framed by dramatic smokey makeup, are sharp and calculating, glowing faintly in the dim light as they scan her surroundings with predatory precision. Her youthful face is both beautiful and intimidating, a visage of deadly allure that conceals her merciless skill as an assassin. Her attire is a masterpiece of stealth and style, a perfect blend of functionality and seduction. She wears a form-fitting black leather armor, its glossy surface catching the faint moonlight as it clings to her lithe, athletic frame. The armor features a daring cleavage, drawing attention to a large blue gem embedded at the sternum, its faint light pulsing like a heartbeat—a magical artifact that hints at her mastery of stealth and deception. Her shoulders are protected by additional layers of black leather armor, reinforced with sleek, silver-plated shoulder guards that gleam with cold precision. Her gloves, a combination of supple black leather and silver plating, extend past her wrists, their design both elegant and deadly. Silver armor plates accentuate her hips, adding both protection and an aura of strength. Her tight black leather pants are adorned with daring cutouts on either side, revealing hints of her flawless pale skin beneath. Attached to her pristine white belt is a flowing white skirt, slit dramatically at the front, allowing her full range of motion. The skirt sways gently in the cool midnight breeze, adding an almost ethereal quality to her otherwise shadowy appearance. Draped over her shoulders is a white cape that flows behind her like a ghostly whisper, its soft fabric catching the moonlight and contrasting starkly with the dark tones of her armor. On her feet, she wears sleek black leather high-heeled boots, their sharp design a testament to her agility and finesse. Each step she takes is silent and deliberate, her heels sinking into the soft earth without a sound, as though the forest itself dares not betray her presence. The setting is as hauntingly beautiful as she is. The forest is dense and alive with shadows, its towering trees reaching like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. The full moon hangs high above, casting its silvery light through the canopy and illuminating the scene in an otherworldly glow. Her silhouette is sharp and striking against the moonlit backdrop, a haunting vision of grace and lethality. Around her, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade, the forest floor dappled with patches of soft moonlight. Wisps of fog curl around her feet like ghostly tendrils, and the distant call of an owl breaks the silence, adding a touch of eerie ambiance to the scene. The dynamic energy of the moment is palpable. Her cape flutters gently in the cool night air, and her hair, caught by a soft breeze, moves like liquid moonlight. The gem at her sternum glows faintly, casting subtle blue light that dances across her armor, hinting at the arcane powers she wields. She stands poised, ready to strike, every muscle coiled with tension. Her eyes, luminous and unyielding, lock onto her unseen target. Around her, the shadows seem to move and swirl in response to her presence, as if the forest itself acknowledges her command over the night. This is not just an assassin—it is a deadly apparition, a nightshade who moves with the grace of a dancer and strikes with the precision of a predator. She is both a creature of light and shadow, a figure of haunting beauty and unmatched lethality, a legend whispered among those who dwell in the world of the unseen. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A cyberpunk dystopian city at night, covered in a thin layer of snow, illuminated by towering skyscrapers with glowing neon lights. In the foreground, a hooded figure pushes a worn-out shopping cart through the snow, accompanied by a stray dog wrapped in a makeshift blanket. The individual moves cautiously past a restricted military zone, where massive combat mechs stand guard under the artificial glow of floodlights. One of the mechs, resembling a heavily armored bipedal machine with powerful limbs and advanced targeting systems, crouches as if scanning its surroundings. The area is enclosed by high barbed-wire fences, security cameras, and warning signs, emphasizing a sense of surveillance and control. The atmosphere is thick with falling snow, muffling the sounds of the distant metropolis, where corporate skyscrapers loom in the background, their cold, blue lights contrasting against the gritty streets below. The entire scene carries a haunting, cinematic aesthetic—evoking themes of loneliness, survival, and the stark divide between the elite and those struggling on the fringes of a technologically oppressive society. , anime, cyberpunk
    Monochrome with color, the vast expanse of a post-apocalyptic desert stretches to the horizon, the sands glowing faintly in the green light of a dying sun. A colossal mech, shaped like a long-legged giraffe with sleek, alien lines, strides slowly across the dunes. Its legs are impossibly thin but strong, each step creating deep impressions in the sand. Mounted atop its back is a small observation platform where a lone pilot, a rugged cyborg woman, watches the horizon. Her face is weathered but stunning, her bronze skin glowing faintly with embedded circuitry. Her piercing emerald eyes scan the horizon, augmented with targeting displays. She wears a patchwork scarf that billows in the wind, her hand gripping the controls of a massive railgun mounted on the mech’s side. The mech itself is silent except for the soft hiss of hydraulics, and the only sound is the distant howl of the desert wind. Far in the distance, an ancient ruined city shimmers in the heat, a faint promise of shelter in the endless wasteland.

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