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surreal, Oil Paintings by Nicolai Fechin, Fechin
A surreal nightmare manifesting in expressive, chaotic brushstrokes, depicting a faceless entity with glowing, predatory eyes barely piercing through the thick abyss of its form. Its unsettling skeletal grin is etched with jagged, decaying teeth, smeared with rough, textured paint as if it were carved directly into the darkness itself. The surrounding void consumes the subject, allowing only fragmented details of an ethereal, ghostly presence clad in worn, aged garments barely distinguishable from the encroaching shadows. A visceral, eerie composition, evoking the sensation of being watched by something unknowable, something that should not exist, yet looms ever closer.
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3pic_vist4, anime_martz, a vibrant, surreal cityscape under a twilight sky filled with swirling galaxies and colorful nebulae. In the background, a colossal, ethereal woman fills the sky, as if watching over the entire city. The woman is illuminated with radiant hues of purples, blues, and pinks, with galaxies and star clusters swirling within her eyes, creating a sense of divine mystery. In the foreground, a lone figure stands on the edge of a skyscraper rooftop, silhouetted against this cosmic vision. The person gazes up in awe at the giant woman, surrounded by glowing buildings and floating particles of light, capturing a feeling of wonder and introspection in a universe that seems both beautiful and unknowable.

In the heart of a vast, desolate desert, where the sands stretch endlessly in every direction, a solitary oasis cradles a marvel of ancient and otherworldly design. Rising from the center of this oasis is a towering, narrow portal, its form both majestic and enigmatic. The portal, impossibly tall and slender, seems to grow organically from a massive rock formation, as if the stone itself had birthed this gateway to the unknown. The rock and the portal are one, their surfaces merging seamlessly, with veins of crystalline minerals running through them, catching the light and scattering it in faint, prismatic glimmers.
The portal is flanked by two colossal, bulky columns, their edges sharp and angular, evoking the grandeur of Roman architecture but with a distinctly otherworldly twist. The columns are carved from the same stone as the rock formation, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns and symbols that glow faintly with a soft, golden light. Between the columns lies the portal itself, a narrow gap that pulses with a radiant, light red and yellow glow. The light is warm and inviting, yet mysterious, its source hidden and its destination unknowable. It spills outward, casting long, flickering shadows across the sand and the rock, and bathing the oasis in an ethereal, otherworldly hue.
The oasis, a small patch of life in the barren desert, is sparse and fragile. A few gnarled trees, their branches twisted and mostly bare, stand like silent sentinels around the portal. Their leaves, few and far between, are a dull, lifeless green, clinging stubbornly to existence in this harsh environment. The ground is a mix of sand and cracked earth, with patches of dry grass and the occasional hardy shrub struggling to survive. The air is still and heavy, filled with the faint scent of dust and the metallic tang of ancient stone.
The surrounding landscape is a vast, flat expanse of desert, its sands shifting and shimmering under the light of dawn. In the far distance, a few hills and mountains rise from the horizon, their forms hazy and indistinct, their peaks catching the first light of the sun. The sky above is a canvas of morning blue and grey, with streaks of light red and pink painting the lower horizon, as if the heavens themselves are awakening. The light of the rising sun bathes the scene in a soft, golden glow, highlighting the textures and contours of the portal, the rock, and the oasis.
The overall color composition is a harmonious blend of warm reds, yellows, and pinks, contrasted with cool blues and greys, creating a peaceful and mystical atmosphere that feels both serene and alive with hidden energy. The interplay of light and shadow, the glow of the portal, and the stark beauty of the desert all contribute to the sense of enchantment that permeates the scene.
This is a place of profound mystery and quiet power, a sanctuary where the natural and the supernatural exist in perfect harmony. The portal, with its glowing light and ancient columns, stands as a testament to the ingenuity and reverence of its creators, a monument to the enduring allure of the unknown. The absence of people only enhances the sense of tranquility and wonder, as if this place exists outside the bounds of time, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by those who seek the extraordinary. It is a vision of a world where magic and nature are one, where every stone, every beam of light, tells a story of creation, resilience, and the enduring allure of the mystical. The scene is a beacon of light and beauty, a place where the boundaries between the real and the imagined blur, and where the impossible becomes possible.
(There are no visible people anywhere!:1.2)
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Photorealistic Closeup Portrait of a ghostly, smoke-wreathed figure with a spectral, unsettling presence. Its form shifts and swirls like living mist, tendrils of shadow curling around its barely tangible body. Fragments of an ancient, corroded suit of armor emerge from the haze—worn pauldrons, a cracked breastplate, and rusted gauntlets, their surfaces tarnished by time. The remnants of a shattered helmet cling to the figure’s head, partially obscuring its hollow, featureless visage.
Within the void where a face should be, faint embers flicker like dying starlight, a distant and unknowable presence watching from the abyss. The figure’s ethereal body seems both solid and intangible, its form dissolving at the edges into curling wisps of blackened smoke.
Its gauntleted hands grip the hilt of a massive, spectral blade—more a suggestion of a weapon than a solid object, its outline flickering as if trapped between realities. The blade is cracked, worn, and barely holding together, imbued with a lingering, malevolent aura.
The scene is steeped in desaturated tones—deep blacks, faded grays, and spectral whites—casting an eerie, otherworldly atmosphere. It feels like a presence caught between existence and oblivion, a cursed warrior whose essence still lingers, drifting through time as a restless phantom. R3alisticF

$Bioluminescent spores drift through a gravity-defying ecosystem of floating coral-like structures, each pulsing with ethereal light. Crystalline trees with fractal branches stretch towards three moons of varying sizes and colors. Gelatinous creatures with translucent bodies undulate through the air, leaving trails of shimmering particles. The sky above is a swirling vortex of nebulous gases, casting an eerie, ever-changing glow across the landscape. Impossible rock formations hover mid-air, their surfaces covered in symbiotic alien moss that responds to sound waves with ripples of color. In the distance, a colossal structure of non-Euclidean geometry looms, its purpose unknowable. Tendrils of energy connect various elements of the scene, creating a living network of light and matter. Hyperdetailed, 8K resolution, volumetric lighting, depth of field, surrealist art style meets astrophotography. <lora:flux_dev:1> <lora:VividMidjourneymimic-Flux_v1.0:0.6> <lora:sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:0.2> <lora:Ethereal Brush Anime v2.0:0.6>$

$A colossal humanoid ice golem, its translucent permafrost body shimmering with an ethereal glow. Frozen runes pulse faintly beneath its icy surface, their ancient energy crackling like trapped lightning. Its eyes are endless blue voids, vast and unknowable, radiating an unnatural cold. Frost clings to its jagged, crystalline features, refracting light into ghostly, glacial hues. As it exhales, its breath crystallizes the air, forming delicate ice patterns that linger before vanishing into the howling wind. Snow swirls violently around its massive form, partially obscuring the jagged ice spires in the distant, frozen wasteland. A cinematic close-up highlights the texture of its frost-encrusted face, the intricate fractures in its ice-bound body, and the eerie glow of the frozen runes. The lighting is moody and dramatic, with the storm casting shifting shadows across its form, enhancing the dark fantasy, ultra-realistic aesthetic. (Hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, frozen atmosphere, volumetric snow, icy textures, dramatic close-up, glacial fantasy, dark and mysterious presence)$

"Noctessa," goddess of night’s bloom, ruler of the underworld’s twilight, ethereal and unknowable, hyperdetailed, 8k resolution concept art, WLOP, Moebius, cinematic contrast of deep indigos, soft pinks, and muted golds.
She stands at the edge of two realms, neither bound to the heavens nor the depths, but a haunting presence between them. Her violet-streaked black hair drifts weightlessly, as if floating in unseen currents. Deep indigo eyes, flecked with tiny constellations, gaze softly, like a dream just before waking.
Her gown, an elaborate tapestry of sheer black and dusk-blue fabric, glows faintly at the edges, woven from threads of celestial mist and underworld smoke. Her fingers trail over an unopened pomegranate, the skin glimmering like polished onyx, veins of golden light pulsing beneath its surface. The air around her shimmers with floating petals of forgotten flowers, blooming and wilting in slow motion, caught between time. Behind her, shadows rise in swirling tendrils, not as something sinister, but as guardians—loyal to the goddess who walks between life and the night. She is the hush of the world at midnight, the longing in an unfinished dream, the final whisper before one falls into darkness.

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