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    This nightmarish weapon is crafted from living flesh and distorted bone, its barrel a pulsating artery, intertwined with sinewy tendons and held together by grotesque patches of stretched skin. The grip is a cluster of jagged, claw-like fingers, each bone exposed and glistening with fresh blood, while the stock is a twisted spinal column, pulsating with a sickly glow, connected by strands of exposed nerves that twitch faintly. Blood vessels run along the weapon’s surface, oozing dark, thick fluid, as the entire creation appears to be on the verge of writhing to life, a horrific amalgamation of flesh, bones, and decaying tissue.
    A high-resolution photograph captures the deeply textured and weathered hand of a 100-year-old man, gracefully holding a cigarette. The hand, adorned with pronounced veins and age spots, exudes a sense of history and character. The skin is thin and slightly translucent, revealing the underlying structure and years of wear. The hand is relaxed, with fingers naturally curved, except for the two fingers holding the cigarette—index and middle—deftly maintaining a gentle grip. The cigarette itself is slightly worn, with a long, delicate ash extending from the tip, suggesting it has been idle for an extended period. Wisps of smoke curl gracefully upward from the lit end, creating a soft, ethereal contrast against the dark background. The dark background serves to highlight the hand and cigarette, casting subtle shadows that emphasize the hand's intricate details and texture. The lighting is soft and focused, illuminating the hand and cigarette while leaving the surrounding area in gentle darkness, adding to the image's contemplative and serene atmosphere. The overall composition captures a moment of quiet introspection, with the aged hand and idle cigarette telling a story of time, experience, and perhaps a lifetime of habits and memories. The delicate smoke and long ash add to the sense of stillness and patience, making the image both poignant and visually striking.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A lone Mandalorian bounty hunter looms in the foreground, his beskar armor swallowing the last dying light of a sun long set. The deep, bruised shades of crimson and violet stain the horizon, casting jagged edges around his imposing silhouette. His helmet—featureless, expressionless—reflects nothing, a cold void where a face should be. No warmth lingers in the air. Mist coils around his legs like spectral hands, devouring the ground beneath him, as if the planet itself seeks to reclaim him. His gloved fingers rest lightly on the worn grip of his blaster, the weapon hanging heavy at his side, waiting. The weight of unseen violence presses against the silence, coiled and patient. Behind him, the monolithic shape of a fortress rises from the black abyss, its jagged towers like the broken teeth of some ancient beast. Faint, cold lights flicker from within—distant, hollow, watching. The wind carries no sound but a whisper, a suggestion of movement just beyond sight. The Mandalorian does not shift, does not breathe—he simply exists, a relentless force of fate standing between survival and the abyss.
    ne0nfant4sy. A magnificent airship. Its hull is like a living organism, pulsating with bioluminescent light as it drifts serenely through the twilight sky. Huge veins of rainbow-colored foliage form intricate patterns that form the airship's sails, catching the gentle breeze as it soars through the sky. Delicate tendrils extend from the underbelly of the airship toward the earth, gathering moisture and nutrients to maintain its organic structure. On the open deck of the airship, woven with living vines, Below, the jungle, teeming with strange and wonderful creatures, stretches to the horizon. Giant mushroom umbrellas glow with bioluminescence, illuminating the forest floor, while the towering branches of the trees reach skyward like gripping fingers, creating a bright green canopy. The air is filled with exotic birdsong and the rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of natural beauty. This scene captures the essence of fantasy and environmental harmony, blending organic technology, thriving ecosystems, and the wonder of exploration. The magnificent airship, the ethereal explorer, and the jungle below create a mesmerizing tableau that invites the viewer to journey and discover the secrets of this unique world. (wind speed: 1.15), particles, fantasy, biopunk, airship, 8K, hyperrealistic
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    dark fantasy and eerie scene, 1man, over seven feet tall and heavily muscled walking in a dusty grass plain. (His flat broad face is tattooed like shattered glass and his teeth are filed). Olive skin. he is almost bald with a dark thick braid starting at the center of his head and hanging down the left side of his chest, the braid is knotted with fetishes of finger bones, strips of gold-threaded silk, and animal canine teeth. He wear a cloak of hide over an armoured vest that appeared to be made of clam shells. Above his loincloth was a wide belt decorated with shriveled ears. He carry a big two-handed sword with a stone pommel and wooden grip. Two bone-handled daggers, each as long and broad-bladed as a short sword, are sheathed in the high moccasins that reached to just below his knees. Ethereal chains start from his neck. mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above, (score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, zavy-rmlght
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A shadow in the void, her hands hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the sun.
    FurFemX. The image is a breathtaking digital artwork in a hyper-realistic, semi-realistic style, capturing a ferocious squirrel woman warrior mid-air, her twin curved blades crackling with lightning as she dives toward her prey. Her fur is a striking mix of deep chestnut and fiery auburn, streaked with battle scars, her massive, bushy tail fanning out like a war banner, charged with static energy. She wears form-fitting, reinforced leather armor, its dark brown and gold design blending seamlessly with the ancient forest around her. A crimson sash flutters wildly at her waist, and fingerless gloves wrap around her clawed fingers, gripping her weapons with unwavering precision. Her piercing amber eyes, filled with the untamed fury of a storm, lock onto a hulking beast emerging from the shadows—a monstrous predator foolish enough to challenge the queen of the trees.
    A sinister Nosferatu vampire with elongated fingers and sharp teeth, wearing sleek black sunglasses and a crisp white business suit, sits behind the wheel of a gleaming red sports car, his pale hands gripping the steering wheel. The car's interior is luxurious, with leather seats and chrome accents. The vampire's bald head and pointed ears are visible, contrasting with the polished exterior. The scene is set at night, with a dark, gothic cityscape visible through the car's windows. Neon lights reflect off the car's surface, creating an eerie glow. The overall atmosphere is moody and atmospheric, with deep shadows and high contrast, reminiscent of the World of Darkness aesthetic. The composition follows the rule of thirds, with the Nosferatu positioned slightly off-center. The car's sleek lines lead the viewer's eye through the image. Hyper-realistic details bring out the texture of the vampire's skin and the car's paintwork. The lighting is dramatic, with a mix of cool moonlight and warm artificial light sources. The depth of field is shallow, focusing on the vampire while slightly blurring the background. Cinematic color grading enhances the nocturnal ambiance, with deep blues and purples in the shadows and pops of red from the car and city lights.
    High atop a mountain peak, where the elements of fire and ice collide, two twin goddesses—one of flame and the other of frost—are locked in a powerful, sensual embrace. The fire goddess has skin that glows like molten lava, her long, fiery hair cascading down her back in waves of red and orange. Her eyes burn with an inner light, and her body radiates heat, adorned with gold ornamentals that resemble flowing magma. The ice goddess, in contrast, has skin as pale as snow, with hair that shimmers like frost under the moonlight, her eyes a deep, glacial blue. Her body exudes a cold, biting aura, adorned with silver and crystal, mimicking the intricate patterns of frozen ice. As they kiss, their contrasting elements merge in a dramatic display of power: steam rises where their bodies touch, and sparks of electricity crackle in the air. The fire goddess grips her sister’s waist, pulling her closer, her touch leaving trails of warmth along the ice goddess’s cool skin. The ice goddess responds with equal intensity, her fingers tracing patterns of frost on her lover’s back, the cold seeping into the heat of the fire goddess’s body. Around them, the landscape reflects their union: flames dance upon the icy ground, and frozen crystals form in the air, glistening like diamonds as they fall. The atmosphere is electric, a perfect balance of heat and cold, passion and restraint, capturing the raw power of their elemental connection.
    photorealistic image of a shadowy figure crouched on the edge of a building in a digital cityscape, cloaked in dark tattered robes, gripping a sword, scanning the virtual environment below, dusk setting with neon lights illuminating the scene, ultra-high-definition textures, cinematic composition, stealthy atmosphere, deep shadows, high contrast lighting, highly detailed and accurate portrayal, photorealistic rendering, cyberpunk theme, tense mood cinematic scene, cinematic lighting, intricate detail skin and facial texture, lifelike expression, accurate character design, extremely complex dynamic pose, interesting and complex background details, intricate vegetation details, perfect hands and fingers, correct body anatomy, complex realism,
    Old national geographic grainy photography, fined grain photo : Capture an image of a staff crafted from ancient driftwood, its surface smooth and worn by centuries of ocean waves. The wood is etched with glowing, lunar patterns that shift and shimmer like the phases of the moon. The top of the staff is adorned with a delicate, glowing seashell, inside which a soft, silvery light pulses with the rhythm of the tides. A hand grips the staff, with tiny, glowing barnacles and seaweed wrapping around the fingers, as if the staff is a living piece of the ocean. The background is blurred into a misty shoreline under a full moon, with the waves softly crashing against the rocks, enhancing the mystical, oceanic power of the staff.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A glowing angel with a halo and delicate, white wings sips from a can of soda while sitting casually on a car hood at night. She lifts the can slowly to her lips, taking small, relaxed sips as her eyes shift subtly between the can and her surroundings. Her fingers move slightly to adjust her grip on the can, and she occasionally tilts her head, showing natural engagement with her drink. Soft lighting from her halo illuminates her face, casting a gentle, ethereal glow. Background lights from the night setting are blurred, adding depth without distracting from her calm, contemplative movements. Her expression subtly changes with each sip, showing satisfaction and a touch of playfulness.
    A chilling close-up of a severed human head, held aloft by a polished robotic hand. The head is presented directly to the viewer, its lifeless eyes half-open, with an eerie expression frozen between fear and resignation. The skin is pale and clammy, with faint streaks of blood trailing from the neck onto the metallic fingers gripping it firmly. Fine details are captured with unsettling realism—the texture of the skin, the strands of hair clinging to the head, and the subtle bruising around the neck. The robotic hand is sleek and humanoid, crafted from brushed steel with intricate engravings of art nouveau patterns, its precision and elegance contrasting starkly with the grotesque nature of the scene. The background is minimal and shadowed, with a faint, warm glow illuminating the head and casting soft reflections on the metallic hand. The lighting focuses sharply on the head, emphasizing every morbid detail while leaving the rest of the robot and surroundings in ominous obscurity. The composition is both haunting and sophisticated, blending macabre elements with mechanical perfection. <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:d4artstyle-000023.safetensors:1.0>,
    { "T5": "A gothic seductress wrapped in a web of lace and desire. Her jet-black high twintails frame a face painted in doll-like perfection—blood-red lips slightly parted, smudged black eyeliner giving her eyes a hauntingly desperate allure. She leans forward, invitingly, her crimson corset pressing tightly against her porcelain skin. Black lace gloves grip a single, dying rose, its petals wilting as if unable to withstand the intensity of her longing gaze. Around her, a pile of love letters lies shredded, ink-stained fingers revealing the remnants of past lovers who failed to satisfy her hunger for true devotion. In the dimly lit boudoir, a heart-shaped box spills over with gold-rimmed chocolates, each one containing something far more sinister than sugar. Love her, and you might not leave alive.", "CLIP-L": "jet black high twintails, porcelain doll aesthetic, gothic valentine, desperate seduction, tight crimson corset, lace gloves, bleeding roses, eerie boudoir, smudged makeup, j0rt3ga, fake tits" }
    Close-up of a boss fight in the dunes, featuring a massive, shadowy sand-dune creature. The scene is captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera, showcasing the intensity of the battle. The towering, monstrous figure is a living mass of dark sand and shadow, its form constantly shifting with the desert wind. Its eyes are glowing orbs of dark red, burning like embers within a head merging with the dunes. The creature’s enormous, clawed arms rise like jagged rock formations, each finger dripping dark energy. In one hand, it wields a colossal, twisted spear made of hardened sand and obsidian, crackling with destructive power. The tip pulses with translucent amber light, swirling like a violent sandstorm ready to strike. The glow casts sinister shadows across the battlefield, illuminating the desert in an eerie, ominous light. The creature’s torso bears jagged patterns carved by ancient magic, blending with the dunes. Its other hand grips a massive shield-like construct, shaped like a twisted face emerging from the desert, draining life from everything around. As the battle unfolds, cursed winds howl, turning the terrain into treacherous, shifting sands.
    Old national geographic grainy photography, fined grain photo : Capture an image of a staff made from a branch of an ancient tree that once grew in a sacred grove under the stars, its surface etched with runes that glow softly with a silver light, representing the harmony of the cosmos. The top of the staff is adorned with a constellation of floating, glowing orbs that move in a slow, deliberate dance, each leaving a trail of stardust that sparkles in the air. A hand grips the staff, with beams of light connecting the fingers to the orbs, as if drawing on the cosmic energy to cast spells of celestial power. The background is blurred into a night sky filled with stars, with the Milky Way stretching across the horizon, enhancing the staff’s connection to the universe and its dynamic, harmonious magic.
    A celestial knight, his radiant white armor glowing with a soft, golden light, stands poised with a massive, gleaming greatsword held aloft. His bronze skin glistens beneath the divine aura surrounding him, while his long, platinum-blond hair flows gently in an unseen breeze. His deep, sapphire eyes are filled with unshakable determination, and his wings—majestic and feathered—spread wide behind him, shimmering with divine energy. The intricate designs on his armor pulse faintly, each rune glowing in sync with his heartbeat as his grip tightens around the hilt of his sword. His gauntleted fingers tremble slightly, but his face remains calm, a beacon of resolve against the chaos unfolding around him. Behind him, a battlefield stretches into the distance, filled with shadowy creatures writhing in the light of his presence. The sky above is split by beams of celestial light piercing through dark, swirling clouds. His sword, glowing with pure energy, reflects the light, creating a halo effect around his head. His expression is a mixture of grace and power, standing as the last line between darkness and salvation. <lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
    High atop a mountain peak, where the elements of fire and ice collide, two twin goddesses—one of flame and the other of frost—are locked in a powerful, sensual embrace. The fire goddess has skin that glows like molten lava, her long, fiery hair cascading down her back in waves of red and orange. Her eyes burn with an inner light, and her body radiates heat, adorned with gold ornamentals that resemble flowing magma. The ice goddess, in contrast, has skin as pale as snow, with hair that shimmers like frost under the moonlight, her eyes a deep, glacial blue. Her body exudes a cold, biting aura, adorned with silver and crystal, mimicking the intricate patterns of frozen ice. As they kiss, their contrasting elements merge in a dramatic display of power: steam rises where their bodies touch, and sparks of electricity crackle in the air. The fire goddess grips her sister’s waist, pulling her closer, her touch leaving trails of warmth along the ice goddess’s cool skin. The ice goddess responds with equal intensity, her fingers tracing patterns of frost on her lover’s back, the cold seeping into the heat of the fire goddess’s body. Around them, the landscape reflects their union: flames dance upon the icy ground, and frozen crystals form in the air, glistening like diamonds as they fall. The atmosphere is electric, a perfect balance of heat and cold, passion and restraint, capturing the raw power of their elemental connection.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    ne0nfant4sy, A cybernetic bounty hunter, her chrome-plated arm raised in defense, deflects a barrage of laser fire as her one organic eye narrows in focus. Her other eye, a glowing red lens, scans the battlefield with precision, the faint hum of her targeting systems filling the air. Her skin, a dark mocha, is crisscrossed with scars and embedded circuitry, while her short, silver hair stands out starkly against the neon city skyline behind her. She wears a sleek, black bodysuit that hugs her athletic frame, the faint blue glow of energy shields flickering across its surface. The urban sprawl surrounding her is alive with floating vehicles and towering holographic advertisements that pulse with vivid colors. Her metal fingers, dexterous and deadly, grip a plasma pistol that hums with deadly energy. Behind her, a skyscraper collapses in the distance, sending plumes of smoke and debris into the air. Her expression is calm but determined, a hardened warrior in the midst of chaotic destruction. Neon lights reflect off her metallic enhancements, casting an otherworldly glow around her.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    dark fantasy and eerie scene, 1man, over seven feet tall and heavily muscled in a dusty grass plain with ghostly ethereal chains tied to his neck. wielding an enormous two-handed sword with a stone pommel and wooden grip on his back. ((he has a tattooed flat broad face, the tattoos are like shattered glass)). his teeth are filed. ((tanned white skin)). Face without beard, bald head with a dark thick braid starting at the center of his head and hanging down the left side of his chest. the braid is knotted with fetishes of finger bones, strips of gold-threaded silk, and animal canine teeth. He is wearing a cloak of hide over an armoured vest that appeared to be made of clam shells. Above his loincloth is a wide belt decorated with shriveled ears. Two bone-handled daggers, each as long and broad-bladed as a short sword, are sheathed in the high moccasins that reached to just below his knees. mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above, (score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, df_style, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy
    A legendary swordsman stands tall on a high mountain peak,his sword plunged into the rocky ground in front of him. Both hands rest firmly on the hilt,with his fingers gripping it as he leans slightly forward,the blade deeply embedded in the earth. His gaze is intense and focused,directed straight at the viewer. The stormy sky swirls behind him,with lightning cracking through the dark clouds,illuminating his battle-worn armor. His cloak flutters in the violent wind,adding a sense of movement to the otherwise still scene. The composition captures a front-facing view in a highly detailed,<lora:klordoftherings-01:0.8>,klordoftherings,fantasy illustration style,evoking the epic mood of classic fantasy art,with vibrant yet ominous tones.,
    Old national geographic grainy photography, fined grain photo : Render an image of a staff crafted from a smooth, dark wood that seems to absorb the light around it. The surface of the staff is etched with ancient constellations that glow faintly with starlight, each star pulsing softly as if reflecting the heavens above. The top of the staff holds a small, glowing orb that seems to contain a miniature galaxy, swirling with vibrant colors and casting a soft, cosmic light. A hand grips the staff, with tendrils of ethereal light spiraling around the fingers, connecting the wielder to the cosmic energies within. The background is blurred into a night sky filled with stars, with hints of a distant nebula, creating a sense of cosmic power and mystery.
    An ancient male mage stands at the heart of a mystical forest, his figure illuminated by an ethereal glow emanating from his bright white robes. The robes cascade around him like flowing light, adorned with intricate embroidery of celestial patterns that shimmer faintly, as if alive with arcane energy. His long, radiant white hair and beard ripple with the force of his magic, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. His pale, lined skin is a testament to centuries of wisdom and power, and his piercing ice-blue eyes burn with a determination that transcends time. He wields and holds a colossal mage staff, both a weapon and a symbol of his mastery. The staff, carved from an unearthly whitewood, is adorned with glowing runes that pulse like a heartbeat, radiating pure energy. At its apex rests a massive, multifaceted crystal of pure white, encased in spiraling bands of silver that channel its magic. The crystal burns with a blinding intensity, casting long, shifting beams of light that carve through the misty forest. The mage is caught in a dynamic pose, one hand gripping the staff tightly while the other is outstretched, fingers curling as he summons an arcane storm. Swirling bands of radiant light and energy spiral around him, lifting leaves and dust into the air. The forest around him is alive with magic—massive, ancient trees twist skyward, their bark glimmering faintly with runes that mirror his own. Luminescent plants and glowing mushrooms bathe the scene in soft, magical hues of blue, green, and violet. Above, shafts of moonlight pierce through the dense canopy, mingling with the magical brilliance of the mage’s spell. The air is charged with tension as sparks of white energy leap from the ground around him, arcing toward his staff in a growing tempest. His expression is fierce, resolute, a living embodiment of raw magical might, as he prepares to unleash a devastating attack that will shake the very fabric of the enchanted forest. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A shadow in the void, her hands hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the sun.
    A cybernetic reaper, draped in a tattered midnight cloak, stands in a neon-drenched cyberpunk metropolis. His chrome skeletal fingers grip an electric guitar infused with biomechanical filaments, pulsating with arcane energy. His skull-like visage glows with eerie magenta eyes, radiating raw, supernatural power. The air crackles as sonic distortions ripple through the urban labyrinth of towering digital billboards, mechanical scaffolding, and intricate cyber-glyphs. Pink ethereal smoke swirls around, forming spectral tendrils that dance to the rhythm of his apocalyptic symphony.
    Manga style (amazing transcendental's dream:3.5). The image portrays a powerful gothic sorceress, her face partially obscured by a coiled snake held elegantly before her. The snake, black with intricate white patterns, hisses menacingly, its wide-open mouth and sharp fangs directed toward the viewer, creating an intense and threatening focal point. Her pale, slender fingers grip the serpent with confidence, adorned with silver magical rings set with dark gemstones like onyx and amethyst. Her hand bears mysterious tattoos that faintly glow, as if pulsing with dark energy. She is dressed in an opulent black velvet gown, richly embroidered with occult patterns. Long, flowing black hair cascades around her pale, enigmatic features, while her intense, glowing eyes, framed by dramatic, dark makeup, pierce through the shadows. Around her neck rest large silver necklaces with pendants shaped like crosses and arcane symbols. The misty background swirls with dancing shadows, heightening the mystical and foreboding atmosphere. The scene is rendered with maximum ultra-high-definition quality, vibrant and iconic Japanese comic style, featuring realist side lighting, ultra-detailed textures, and subtle, dynamic special effects. <lora:Magic_of_Art_\(FLUX\).safetensors:0.3>, <lora:black_fantasy.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Movie_Portrait.safetensors:0.8>, <lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0.safetensors:0.4>, <lora:lith_mimosa_kiel_grw134_FLUX.safetensors:0.7>,
    On the deck of a colossal airship soaring through a sky filled with vibrant auroras, a cloaked figure with glowing, mechanical wings stands at the bow, her face hidden beneath a mask of polished brass. Her fingers, covered in intricate metal gauntlets, grip the hilt of a glowing sword that hums with an otherworldly energy. Behind her, the ship’s massive sails ripple in the wind, glowing faintly with the same energy that powers the sword, casting long, ethereal shadows across the deck. The sky around the ship is alive with swirling colors, as bands of green, purple, and blue auroras dance across the heavens, illuminating the clouds below with their vibrant light. The air is crisp and electric, filled with the hum of the ship’s engines and the faint crackle of magic that courses through the ship’s core. High above, massive, floating islands drift lazily through the aurora-filled sky, their surfaces dotted with strange, towering structures. The figure’s glowing, silver eyes scan the horizon, searching for something just beyond the edge of the visible world. The scene is one of quiet anticipation, where magic, technology, and the wonders of the sky merge into one breathtaking moment. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp <lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.35><lora:Movie_Portrait:0.45><lora:KB_AgfaCA20_FLUX:0.45><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.3><lora:Dark_Knights_Flux:0.4><lora:Hong Kong action cinema style v1:0.65><lora:FluxFantasyKnightV2Test:0.35><lora:ck-holographic-glitter-000015:0.7>
    a large, shadowy hand controlling a marionette-like wooden figure with red strings. The hand is positioned above, with its fingers hooked into the strings, giving the impression that it is manipulating the puppet below. The puppet itself has a simple, featureless design, with articulated limbs and joints that suggest movement. black background, which adds a sense of depth and mystery to the image. the iconic logo for "The Godfather," at the bottom of the image. It features the text "The Godfather" in a bold, stylized white font against a black background. Above the text, there is a depiction of a hand holding puppet strings, similar to those used to control a marionette. The hand is gripping a horizontal bar with strings dangling from it, creating an impression of manipulation and control,
    A cute, very very small multicoloured baby squirrel, gripped on the finger of a woman's hand with long, red nails, high detailed jungle background
    On a mist-covered cliff overlooking a stormy, gray ocean, the ghost of a ship’s captain stands at the edge, his tattered coat billowing in the cold, salty wind. His face, pale and gaunt, is etched with sorrow, and his hollow eyes glow with a faint, blue light as he gazes out at the endless expanse of churning waves. Behind him, the ruins of an old lighthouse loom, its broken tower silhouetted against the stormy sky, the light long extinguished. The captain’s ghostly form flickers as the wind howls around him, the sound of crashing waves mixing with the distant, echoing cries of lost sailors. His hand rests on the hilt of a rusted cutlass, his fingers ghostly and translucent, as though gripping a weapon from another world. The ground beneath him is jagged and uneven, covered in slick, wet stones and patches of seaweed that cling to the cliffside. Far below, the remains of his ship, shattered and broken, lie scattered among the rocks, half-submerged in the violent sea. The air is thick with the scent of salt and rain, and the captain’s presence adds a chilling sense of loss to the desolate, windswept landscape. The scene is one of eternal mourning, where the ghost of the captain is bound to the sea that claimed his ship and crew. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration
    a large, shadowy hand controlling a marionette-like wooden figure with red strings. The hand is positioned above, with its fingers hooked into the strings, giving the impression that it is manipulating the puppet below. The puppet itself has a simple, featureless design, with articulated limbs and joints that suggest movement. black background, which adds a sense of depth and mystery to the image. the iconic logo for "The Godfather," at the bottom of the image. It features the text "The Godfather" in a bold, stylized white font against a black background. Above the text, there is a depiction of a hand holding puppet strings, similar to those used to control a marionette. The hand is gripping a horizontal bar with strings dangling from it, creating an impression of manipulation and control,
    hyper-realisitic, hyper-detailed, detailed clothing, detailed foreground, RAW photo, detailed foreground, detailed clothing, detailed lighting, aidmaHyperrealism, aidmamj6.1, anatomically correct, young female, safe-for-work, sfw, curvy female, midjourney_whisper_innocent_eyes This mid-torso shot focuses on her poised composure, the textured brilliance of her crimson garments, and the sinister warmth in her eyes, all captured in hyper-realistic specificity, while avoiding a wide shot. She stands with her right arm extended outward at chest level, palm turned upward as though conjuring an invisible orb of energy, while her left arm folds across her abdomen, gripping a section of the layered skirt near her hip. Her expression is a curious mix of mirth and menace, eyes narrowed in a sly, seductive squint, lips parted in a sly grin that reveals her sharpened canines. Her outfit’s primary piece is a lavish, corseted top in scarlet satin, embroidered with black vines that coil around embroidered roses in deeper burgundy, each rose petal outlined in silver threads for a spectral shimmer. The corset laces up the front with thick black ribbons, the eyelets fashioned into miniature bat shapes, while the edges are trimmed with pleated black chiffon that forms a slight flounce at her hips. Over this top, she wears a half-cape or mantle in semi-translucent black organza that’s cut in tattered, ragged edges, each edge embroidered with dripping red shapes reminiscent of blood droplets. Her sleeves are elongated gloves in a matching scarlet hue, running from her fingers up to her biceps, each glove embellished with faint black stitching that mimics the swirling vine motif. A wide belt in black leather sits below the corset, its central buckle shaped like a stylized skull with a small red gem in each eye socket, from which a few slender chains drape across her hips, each chain supporting a small cameo or crucifix in hammered pewter. Her hair is parted near the side, teased into a wild yet elegant wave, pinned behind one ear with a cluster of black and red roses in synthetic silk, each rose dotted with tiny faux pearls in silver. The background is a dark void tinted with subtle red undertones, as though lit by a distant fire, casting flickering highlights on her satin bodice and the faint sheen of her gloves. Every swirl of vine embroidery, each hammered link of the belt’s chain, and the subtle tension in her parted lips is rendered in meticulous, hyper-realistic detail, evoking a potent blend of theatrical drama and vampiric allure in her palm-up, conjuring-like stance. <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.3> <lora:midjourney_whisper_innocent_eyes_v01:0.9>
    Verse 1 A shadow in the void, her hands hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Chorus Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Verse 2 Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Bridge Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Chorus Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Outro Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the sun.
    The fluorescent light flickers. A man and a woman stand in a sterile, white room, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and something... metallic. The woman, wearing a ribbed sweater under a long coat, grips a clipboard tightly, her gloved fingers tensing. The man, dressed in similar attire, adjusts his grip on a scalpel. The only splash of color in the greyscale room is red—thick, dripping, pooling near their feet. The thing on the table isn't human. Not anymore. The woman turns to look at her colleague, her face partially obscured, her expression unreadable. Behind her, a screen flickers, showing something it shouldn’t. A blurred figure—impossibly tall, twisted. Watching. A drop of sweat trails down her temple. The clipboard in her hands trembles slightly. ‘Are we still in control?’ the man mutters under his breath, eyes locked on the screen. She doesn’t answer. Because she isn’t sure anymore. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, translucent, reedy, nistyle, drkfnts <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.8> <lora:reedy-art-style:0.7>
    High atop a mountain peak, where the elements of fire and ice collide, two twin goddesses—one of flame and the other of frost—are locked in a powerful, sensual embrace. The fire goddess has skin that glows like molten lava, her long, fiery hair cascading down her back in waves of red and orange. Her eyes burn with an inner light, and her body radiates heat, adorned with gold ornamentals that resemble flowing magma. The ice goddess, in contrast, has skin as pale as snow, with hair that shimmers like frost under the moonlight, her eyes a deep, glacial blue. Her body exudes a cold, biting aura, adorned with silver and crystal, mimicking the intricate patterns of frozen ice. As they kiss, their contrasting elements merge in a dramatic display of power: steam rises where their bodies touch, and sparks of electricity crackle in the air. The fire goddess grips her sister’s waist, pulling her closer, her touch leaving trails of warmth along the ice goddess’s cool skin. The ice goddess responds with equal intensity, her fingers tracing patterns of frost on her lover’s back, the cold seeping into the heat of the fire goddess’s body. Around them, the landscape reflects their union: flames dance upon the icy ground, and frozen crystals form in the air, glistening like diamonds as they fall. The atmosphere is electric, a perfect balance of heat and cold, passion and restraint, capturing the raw power of their elemental connection.
    dark fantasy and eerie scene, 1man, over seven feet tall and heavily muscled in a dusty grass plain with ghost ethereal chains tied to his neck. ((he has a flat broad face tattooed like shattered glass)). his teeth are filed. ((Olive skin)). bald face and bald head with a dark thick braid starting at the center of his head and hanging down the left side of his chest. the braid is knotted with fetishes of finger bones, strips of gold-threaded silk, and animal canine teeth. He is wearing a cloak of hide over an armoured vest that appeared to be made of clam shells. Above his loincloth is a wide belt decorated with shriveled ears. a big two-handed sword with a stone pommel and wooden grip on his back. Two bone-handled daggers, each as long and broad-bladed as a short sword, are sheathed in the high moccasins that reached to just below his knees. mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above, (score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key, df_style, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy
    A close-up of a warrior’s hand gripping an ancient, enchanted sword. The blade glows faintly with a blue, mystical light, and intricate runes are etched along its edge, pulsing with power. The hilt is adorned with a large, brilliant sapphire that reflects the light from the sword, casting a soft glow on the warrior's weathered fingers. In the background, blurred but visible, is the shadowy entrance of a foreboding castle. The atmosphere is tense, with the air around the sword crackling with magical energy.
    Old national geographic grainy photography, fined grain photo : Render an image of a staff made from an ancient, gnarled tree branch, its surface covered in glowing, rune-like patterns that pulse with magical energy. The top of the staff is adorned with a cluster of glowing, bioluminescent mushrooms, casting a soft, mystical light. A hand grips the staff, with small, glowing roots wrapping around the fingers as if the staff is alive. The background is blurred into a dark, enchanted forest with hints of glowing plants and softly drifting mist, creating a powerful connection between nature and magic.
    Old national geographic grainy photography, fined grain photo : Imagine an image of a staff formed from ancient ice, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly, frosty blue light. The ice appears to be impossibly clear, yet filled with intricate, crystalline patterns that shift and grow as if alive. The top of the staff is crowned with a large, frozen crystal, glowing with a cold, blue flame that flickers and dances within the ice. A hand grips the staff, with frost creeping up the fingers, giving the impression that the staff is spreading its cold magic to the wielder. The background is blurred into a frozen tundra under a pale, moonlit sky, with drifting snowflakes adding to the scene's ethereal, wintry magic.
    A grim and haunting depiction of an undead rogue crouching menacingly in a world shrouded in darkness. The scene is almost entirely black, with only the rogue’s figure illuminated by a faint, eerie greenish glow that seems to emanate from his decayed, skeletal form. His wiry, sinewy body is both grotesque and predatory, with ribs faintly visible beneath his almost black, textured skin, which seems to ripple with decay and faint green corruption. His head is hidden beneath a tattered, shadowy hood that drapes heavily over his shoulders, its frayed edges blending seamlessly into the surrounding void. The hood casts deep shadows over his face, leaving his features entirely obscured, enhancing the sense of menace and mystery. Sitting low in a crouch, his broad shoulders hunch forward, creating an oppressive and predatory silhouette. His bony, elongated arms rest on his bent knees, and his claw-like fingers grip two jagged daggers that gleam faintly, catching the sickly light. Across his back, crossed katana blades with corroded handles form an ominous “X,” completing his fearsome image. The faint green glow barely pierces the oppressive blackness surrounding him, casting long, jagged shadows on the ground and accentuating the grotesque details of his figure. Wisps of noxious green vapor rise from his shoulders, curling and dissipating into the void around him, adding a spectral, haunting presence. The chiaroscuro effect is stark and unforgiving, with deep shadows carving out the contours of his decayed body, making him the sole focus of the scene. Above the scene, in the dim and eerie glow, flickers a pale, ghostly inscription: "Rogues, do it from Behind." The text is uneven and weathered, its faint light subtly flickering as if struggling to hold itself in this dark, oppressive void, adding a final ominous touch to the composition.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, A comical digital illustration in the style of "dreadmirthart" and "reedyart" featuring a young man facing forward with an exaggerated, wide-eyed expression. Strange, cartoonish hands reach in from the sides, gripping his neck in a dramatic chokehold that pushes his tongue comically far out of his mouth, while his eyes are drawn as large, playful “X” marks. In the background, at least three dozen hands float, each with fingers raised in an exaggerated middle finger gesture, adding a chaotic, humorous vibe. Bright neon colors pop against darker shades, giving the scene a vibrant, silly energy with a touch of surreal mischief.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    ne0nfant4sy. A magnificent airship. Its hull is like a living organism, pulsating with bioluminescent light as it drifts serenely through the twilight sky. Huge veins of rainbow-colored foliage form intricate patterns that form the airship's sails, catching the gentle breeze as it soars through the sky. Delicate tendrils extend from the underbelly of the airship toward the earth, gathering moisture and nutrients to maintain its organic structure. On the open deck of the airship, woven with living vines, Below, the jungle, teeming with strange and wonderful creatures, stretches to the horizon. Giant mushroom umbrellas glow with bioluminescence, illuminating the forest floor, while the towering branches of the trees reach skyward like gripping fingers, creating a bright green canopy. The air is filled with exotic birdsong and the rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of natural beauty. This scene captures the essence of fantasy and environmental harmony, blending organic technology, thriving ecosystems, and the wonder of exploration. The magnificent airship, the ethereal explorer, and the jungle below create a mesmerizing tableau that invites the viewer to journey and discover the secrets of this unique world. (wind speed: 1.15), particles, fantasy, biopunk, airship, 8K, hyperrealistic
    A high-resolution photograph captures a moment of tense observation as a single hand spreads apart two pieces of metal blinds, creating a narrow slit to peer through. The rest of the blinds remain angled closed, blocking most of the view outside and casting diagonal shadows across the room. The hand, slightly tensed with fingers carefully prying apart the slats, is well-lit by the indoor lighting. The fingers are slender, with a subtle grip that creates a small gap just wide enough to glimpse outside. The metal blinds are a brushed silver color, their sleek surface catching the light and highlighting the slight bend where the hand holds them apart. Through the narrow slit, a shadowy figure of a burglar in a ski mask is visible. The burglar, dressed in dark clothing, is prowling around a dimly lit yard. The ski mask obscures his face, adding an element of menace and anonymity. He appears cautious, glancing around to ensure he is not being watched. The background of the room remains mostly obscured by the angled blinds, but the faint outline of the window frame and a portion of the wall can be seen. The indoor lighting casts soft shadows, enhancing the sense of depth and the contrast between the bright interior and the dark exterior. The overall composition effectively captures the sense of suspense and secrecy, with the single hand holding open the blinds as the observer watches the burglar through the narrow slit, creating a palpable feeling of tension and vigilance.
    In a dimly-lit, eclectic art studio adorned with vibrant pop-art canvases and string lights, Leaeluigbaby1 stands alone, her long, curly black hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes gazing intently at the viewer with an air of captivating intensity. Her outfit is a mix of contemporary fashion and vintage flair, consisting of a bold, graffiti-inspired jumpsuit that hugs her figure, high-heeled boots adorned with colorful pom-poms, and large, statement earrings shaped like paintbrushes. She leans against the easel of an unfinished canvas, her lips slightly parted as if in mid-speech, her fingers gripping a palette knife, her teeth glinting faintly under the soft glow of the surrounding lights, creating an alluring and enigmatic image that invites the viewer to step into her artistic world.
    A 4k hdr candid analog raw photo of A tall, graceful deer-woman with sleek, brown fur and a crown of small, delicate antlers. Her large, expressive eyes are a deep shade of brown, and her long, slender legs give her a light, almost floating step. Her ears twitch at every sound, and her fingers are long and delicate, but strong, as she grips a finely carved wooden staff.
    A dark, seductive warrior woman with an intense and alluring presence, dressed in gothic-inspired armor and accessories. She has long, flowing black hair cascading over her shoulders, with two devilish black horns adorning her head, adding a menacing charm. Her makeup is bold, featuring dark lipstick and intense eye makeup that highlights her piercing gaze. She holds a large, medieval-style sword with both hands, her gloved fingers gripping the hilt firmly. Her outfit is provocative and dark, with strappy black leather accents and thigh-high stockings, exuding a powerful and mysterious allure. The setting is minimalist, with a smoky, shadowy background that enhances her dark, ethereal vibe. The lighting casts dramatic shadows, accentuating her figure and emphasizing the details in her costume, creating an atmosphere of gothic intensity and fantasy allure.A digital painting in the style of ck-js,, Inkpunk Anime
    dark fantasy and eerie scene, 1man, over seven feet tall and heavily muscled in a dusty grass plain with ghost ethereal chains tied to his neck. ((he has a flat broad face tattooed like shattered glass)). his teeth are filed. (Olive skin). bald face and bald head with a dark thick braid starting at the center of his head and hanging down the left side of his chest. the braid is knotted with fetishes of finger bones, strips of gold-threaded silk, and animal canine teeth. He is wearing a cloak of hide over an armoured vest that appeared to be made of clam shells. Above his loincloth is a wide belt decorated with shriveled ears. He's wielding a big two-handed sword with a stone pommel and wooden grip. Two bone-handled daggers, each as long and broad-bladed as a short sword, are sheathed in the high moccasins that reached to just below his knees. mystical touch, dread atmosphere, sense of suspense and wonder, view from above, (score_9, score_8_up:1.1), score_7_up, (reflective volumetric), raytracing, absurdres, dark, low-key,
    A nimble rogue spins through the air, captured in a mid-motion backflip, their cloak fanning out like a shadowed wave behind them. Their arms extend dynamically, one hand gripping a glinting dagger, the other reaching forward, fingers just brushing the delicate wings of a glowing butterfly suspended in mid-flight. The rogue’s body arcs gracefully against a backdrop of a dusky forest, where beams of ethereal light filter through the dense canopy, highlighting the motion in vivid detail. The soft trail of the butterfly’s luminescent flight path weaves a serpentine glow through the scene, contrasting with the rogue’s sharp, swift movements. Leaves and petals swirl upward in the air around them, stirred by the force of their momentum, emphasizing their agility and the kinetic energy of the pose.
    A nimble rogue spins through the air, captured in a mid-motion backflip, their cloak fanning out like a shadowed wave behind them. Their arms extend dynamically, one hand gripping a glinting dagger, the other reaching forward, fingers just brushing the delicate wings of a glowing butterfly suspended in mid-flight. The rogue’s body arcs gracefully against a backdrop of a dusky forest, where beams of ethereal light filter through the dense canopy, highlighting the motion in vivid detail. The soft trail of the butterfly’s luminescent flight path weaves a serpentine glow through the scene, contrasting with the rogue’s sharp, swift movements. Leaves and petals swirl upward in the air around them, stirred by the force of their momentum, emphasizing their agility and the kinetic energy of the pose.
    a cinematic still of a celestial warrior angel standing in a dimly lit, ruined gothic cathedral, her full figure visible in the frame as she aims a sleek silver 1911 pistol with unwavering focus; her long blonde hair is tied into a simple ponytail, with soft bangs framing her face, strands shifting slightly in the cold draft drifting through the shattered stained-glass windows; a glowing golden halo hovers just above her head, casting a faint divine light around her; she wears traditional, form-fitting plate armor with subtle engravings, layered over chainmail at the joints and beneath the breastplate, the metal reflecting the dim flickering candlelight; polished metal gauntlets encase her forearms, her gloved fingers gripping the pistol with precision, the reflective barrel catching the ambient glow; segmented greaves protect her legs, secured with leather straps, their polished surface catching the dim light, while sturdy sabatons anchor her stance on the dust-covered stone floor; her **large, majestic white wings extend from her back**, their feathers full and voluminous, illuminated by the fractured moonlight spilling through the broken archways; the cathedral is vast and desolate, its towering stone pillars cracked and overtaken by creeping ivy, while the remnants of ancient murals fade against the aged walls, depicting battles long past; the ground is littered with fallen leaves and scattered remnants of scripture, disturbed only by the cold air moving through the hollow space; in the distance, soft embers from extinguished braziers smolder, casting warm hues against the gothic architecture; the scene is framed in a cinematic composition, emphasizing depth and contrast, with soft ambient lighting accentuating the metallic sheen of her armor and the delicate textures of her wings, reinforcing the weight of the moment as she stands, a silent guardian, prepared for the unknown<lora:Halo Angels improved_divine protector.safetensors:0.5:0.5>
    hkdeath, The Lich is an ancient abomination, a being of necromantic royalty whose very presence distorts reality. Once an arch-mage, his insatiable lust for power led him to strike a pact with an eldritch horror, dooming him to undeath. His flesh, blackened and necrotic, clings to his skeletal frame like decayed parchment, his skull-like visage frozen in a deathless grin. Twin flames burn within his hollow sockets, their unnatural glow seething with cosmic horror. His once-regal robes hang in tattered elegance, the frayed fabric still thrumming with ancient enchantments. Arcane sigils, woven in the abyssal tongues of forgotten gods, pulse beneath the decay, emanating an aura of dread. Grasped in his withered fingers is an ancient staff, its gnarled form shifting with unseen malice. At its crown, a petrified claw grips a crystal that glows with an unnatural, neon-purple light—a wound in the fabric of reality. It radiates despair, whispering apocalyptic visions of dying stars and devoured hope. The Lich does not walk. He looms. He does not breathe. He waits. And when he speaks, his voice slithers into the minds of the living, carving madness into their souls.
    In a gritty, neo-noir setting of a dimly lit speakeasy in 1940s New York City, the camera focuses on KR15T3NB, a captivating blonde woman with long wavy hair cascading down her back, her piercing blue eyes locking onto the viewer's gaze as she leans back against the edge of a wooden bar, her red-lipsticked lips curled into a knowing smile. The soft glow of a neon sign casts an eerie light on her face, highlighting the delicate features of her angular jawline and the sparkle in her eyes. A single strand of hair falls across one eye, and her white, lace-trimmed corset top is accentuated by the shadowy environment, contrasting with the dark tones of her high-waisted trousers. Her long, elegant fingers grip a martini glass adorned with a twist of lemon peel, the ice cubes clinking softly against the rim as she takes a sip, exuding an air of mystery and intrigue.
    A surrealistic, hyper-detailed scene depicting a bathroom sink with a large, ornate mirror above it. In the foreground, a terrified woman stands at the sink, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth frozen in a silent scream. Her hands grip the porcelain edges of the sink, knuckles white with tension. The mirror's surface ripples like liquid mercury, its silvery sheen disturbed by an emerging entity. A creature made entirely of flowing, liquid chrome pushes through the mirror's surface, defying physics. Its "body" is amorphous and ever-shifting, with rivulets of metallic liquid cascading down in gleaming streams. The creature's arm stretches out towards the woman, elongated and distorted, with fingers that taper into impossibly thin, needle-like points. Its "face", if it can be called that, is a featureless chrome mask that reflects and warps the bathroom's surroundings. Light plays across the chrome surface of the entity, creating rainbow-like refractions and casting eerie, fluid shadows on the bathroom walls. The boundary between the mirror and the creature is blurred, making it unclear where one ends and the other begins. The bathroom itself is meticulously detailed, with every tile, faucet, and light fixture rendered in crisp focus. Water droplets on the sink catch the light, adding to the surreal, hyper-real quality of the scene. The color palette is dominated by cool silvers and blues, with the woman's flesh tones and perhaps a few colorful bathroom items providing stark contrast to the metallic sheen of the creature. The overall composition creates a sense of tension and otherworldly dread, blending the mundane with the impossible in true surrealist fashion.
    A whimsical illustration of a thin, stretched figure with enormous sorrowful silver eyes in dark whimsical art style, wearing black and white striped prison uniform, standing behind iron bars that cast long shadows, digital painting with moody brushstrokes showing worn textures and cold stone walls, dark stormy background with moonlight filtering through a tiny barred window, characteristic Tim Burton inspired design with hollow cheeks and long fingers gripping the bars, surrounded by wilting purple lavender growing through cracks in the cell floor, while a single white daisy pushes through the shadows
    A shadow cat in the void in style of Shaun Tan, her paws hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess with teeth grill Gr!llz, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the Backlit backlight sun.
    ((j_art, Anime art, aidmanijiv6, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting)) ((Neon cyber collage, futuristic character showcase, digital mixed media, cyber-street aesthetic)) A striking digital collage featuring a fusion of cyberpunk, street art, and futuristic anime influences. The central figure is a skull with long, iridescent blue hair, adorned with a luminous gold chain and wearing a sleek, translucent mask with glowing magenta patterns and a sharp, eerie grin. To the left, a woman in a deep teal scarf and a high-tech helmet with cyan and black accents stares forward with intensity. To the right, a character with a neon green smiley face mask and a sleek ultraviolet and silver jacket holds a futuristic tablet, its screen radiating pulsating holographic symbols. The background explodes with electric hues and chaotic textures, merging neon pink grids, cobalt blue waveforms, and abstract graffiti-style markings. Embedded within the layers are holographic logos, glitching symbols, and jagged cyan and violet patterns that add depth and motion. In the bottom left, a figure clad in a metallic indigo trench coat and a holographic visor grips a glowing energy blade, while in the bottom right, a masked figure with a sleek black and electric purple exoskeletal arm extends their fingers, light trails flickering in response. This visually dynamic collage radiates an electrifying fusion of technology, rebellion, and cyber-futuristic expression.
    A shadow in the void, her hands hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the sun.
    A shadow cat in the void, her paws hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess with teeth grill Gr!llz, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the Backlit backlight sun.
    A shadow cat in the void, her paws hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the Backlit backlight sun.
    A master archer commands the frame, her pose exuding both precision and danger. Dressed in a studded leather armor reinforced with metallic rivets and a flowing black hooded cloak, she draws the bowstring of her elegantly crafted longbow, aiming a deadly sharp arrow straight toward the viewer. Her stance is balanced and poised, her gloved fingers expertly gripping the string, which aligns flawlessly between the bow and the nocked arrow, ensuring a perfect, realistic tension. Shadows play across her focused expression, her hood casting an aura of mystery as her piercing eyes lock onto her target. The background is a dense, shadowy forest bathed in ethereal moonlight, its dim glow accentuating the archer’s silhouette and the lethal glint of her arrowhead. "realistic string tension, proper bowstring alignment, no distortions in string position". Bow. Bow Weapon.
    A shadow cat in the void in style of Shaun Tan, her paws hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess with teeth grill Gr!llz, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the Backlit backlight sun.
    Luigi Mangione. The image is a photograph of a young man named Luigi Mangione with curly dark hair and a light complexion, dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit, which is a vivid contrast against the neutral background of a stone wall. The man appears to be in a state of distress or urgency, as evidenced by his slightly open mouth and slightly raised eyebrows. He is clutching the edge of his jumpsuit with both hands, his fingers gripping tightly. His facial expression is intense, with a look of concern or anger. In the background, the stone wall is made up of large, rough-hewn blocks, giving it a rugged, ancient appearance. The texture of the wall is rough and uneven, with visible mortar lines. The lighting is natural, suggesting the scene is outdoors or in a building with large windows. In the lower left corner of the image, a portion of another person's head is visible, covered in a black and white patterned scarf, though the person is not fully in frame. The overall mood of the image is tense and dramatic, capturing a moment of emotional intensity. The photograph captures a candid, possibly documentary-style moment, focusing on the man's expression and the stark contrast between his attire and the environment.
    A close-up of a slightly weathered, yet firmly gripped hand, with the sun-kissed skin of its palm and fingers stretched taut against the stark black frame of a smartphone. The phone's screen, a beacon of modern connectivity, is starkly lit with the dreaded 'no signal' message, a solitary bar of signal strength mockingly blinking at the top corner. The hand's owner seems to be a rugged individual, their knuckles dotted with calluses and a faded tattoo peeking out from beneath the sleeve of a rolled-up flannel shirt. A hint of desperation is etched into their grip as they hold the device aloft, the angle suggesting they are searching for a signal amidst a sea of tall, ancient pine trees that stretch skyward, creating a dense, shadowy canopy. The background is a blend of rich greens and earthy browns, with sunlight filtering through the gaps in the foliage, creating dappled patterns on the ground below. The overall atmosphere is one of tranquil isolation, juxtaposed sharply by the technological intrusion and the futile quest for a digital lifeline. The scene speaks to the universal experience of finding oneself beyond the reach of the digital world, a silent reminder of nature's persistent dominance over our modern conveniences.
    realistic cinematic still, She aims a matte black tactical carbine steady braced against her right shoulder in front of her chin, Her fingers, clad in tactile gloves, rest firmly on the grip and trigger, exuding precision and readiness. Her high-tech suit clings to her form, extending seamlessly to her neck and up to her chin, where metallic cybernetic implants frame her jawline, faintly pulsing with an internal rhythm. A small earpiece in her left ear flickers with a soft blue light, connecting her to unseen allies. Her platinum blonde ponytail cascades behind her as her intense gaze locks on her target, illuminated by a low light that emphasizes the suit’s intricate, armor-like textures. The environment around her is industrial and utilitarian, lined with weapon racks, holographic maps, and tactical displays casting fragmented light across the scene.<lora:cheats.safetensors:1.0:1.0> <lora:BPRE-000013.safetensors:0.55:0.55>
    "Create a stunning, hyper-realistic image of a 1990s-inspired bedroom contained within a miniature round glass sphere, gripped by a pair of fingers. The bedroom should be highly detailed, with elements like a bean bag chair, a neon sign, a cassette tape player, and posters on the walls. The glass sphere should be transparent, allowing the bedroom to be seen perfectly, with reflections adding to the realism. The image should be slightly zoomed out to showcase the entire sphere, including the intricate details of the 1990s decor and the room's atmosphere. The overall composition should be both visually captivating and aesthetically pleasing, capturing the essence of a nostalgic and enchanting scene."
    A dark, atmospheric cinematic shot of a young woman cosplaying as Dexter Morgan, standing in a dimly lit, plastic-covered room. She wears a dark green Henley shirt, black gloves gripping a scalpel, her expression cold and methodical. The faint reflection of the overhead fluorescent lights glistens on the stretched plastic sheeting, the subtle sound of a restrained victim breathing heavily in the background. Captured with an Arri Alexa LF and a Zeiss Master Prime 50mm lens at f/1.8, the low-light setting enhances the eerie realism—fine cuts in the plastic curtain reveal blurred shadows of the struggle behind her, and the sharp focus on her gloved fingers reveals faint traces of crimson. marrta
    In the heart of a murky, foreboding swamp under the veil of the darkest hour, a dark-haired necromancer commands the forces of the beyond. The swamp is alive with shadow and decay, its gnarled trees stretching toward the heavens like skeletal fingers. Poison-green mist coils around their twisted roots, glowing faintly in the dim light of a crescent moon that struggles to penetrate the oppressive darkness. The stagnant water reflects the eerie green glow, interrupted only by ripples from unseen creatures lurking below. At the center of this unsettling scene stands the necromancer herself, a striking figure clad in a flowing dark mage’s robe embroidered with intricate patterns in deep purple and venomous green. The robe shimmers subtly, as though infused with forbidden magic, its edges fraying into tendrils of shadow that seem to move on their own. A wide-brimmed, pointed mage hat sits atop her raven-black hair, the hat adorned with runes that faintly pulsate with a malevolent green light. In her right hand, she grips a massive staff carved from ancient, gnarled wood, its surface blackened and cracked with veins of glowing emerald energy. Atop the staff rests a massive, jagged green crystal, radiating an ominous, pulsating light that illuminates her pale, sharp features. Her expression is one of cold focus, her piercing violet eyes locked on the spell she is weaving. Her lips are slightly parted, whispering arcane incantations that reverberate with an unsettling echo. Before her, the earth writhes as a skeleton claw bursts through the fetid soil, its bony fingers grasping at the air as the undead servant rises at her command. Poison-green flames dance in its empty eye sockets, casting flickering light across the necromancer’s face and the surrounding swamp. The summoning circle etched into the ground glows with an unnatural light, its symbols etched with a precision that speaks to her mastery of the dark arts. The atmosphere is charged with tension and dark magic. Wisps of ethereal purple light spiral upward from the summoning circle, mingling with the green mist that clings to the necromancer’s form like a spectral shroud. The surrounding swamp crackles with life and death, frogs and insects silenced in the face of her dark power. The overall color palette is a haunting blend of shadowy blacks, venomous greens, and deep purples, with only the occasional flicker of moonlight breaking through the oppressive gloom. Every detail of the necromancer's form exudes power and menace, marking her as a mistress of death and decay, fully in control of the dark forces that bow to her will. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A young woman in a vintage silk slip dress sits on the edge of an unmade motel bed, one leg curled under her, an old rotary phone pressed to her ear. Her other hand grips the sheet, tension visible in her fingers. The golden glow of a cheap bedside lamp spills over her collarbones, casting dramatic shadows. The worn-out wallpaper peels slightly at the edges, telling a story of hundreds of lost nights before hers. Shot on a Hasselblad H3D-39 + HC 100mm f/2.2 at f/2.5, ISO 200, with deep shadows and a muted 2000s filmic texture. marrta
    Neuro-Oculi Nitrogen Blue Lux Solderbeam Diode Concentrates Mending Neuron-Nodes Micrurus Arachneo Net Pruned Fiber Optic Prosthesis Repair Pad Necronium Socket Swapping Synaptic Interconnects Reflexive Finger Grips Sparkling Cyber-Skeleton Joints Mechanical Bone Plate Tiles click precision Robotic Cranium halves Solder seams Cybermetabolic Beauty Synthesizes with Synthetic Organic Cosmesis Facetime Aegis of Titanium Flesh Weave Pattern Sleek Metal Cheeks Tattoo Glowing Neon Rose Lip Tint Contrasting Elegantly to Polychrome Circuit Braiding Glitch-in-the-Flesh Doll Immersed Fixing Prosthetics Filling Skills Gap Tools litter Workshop like fallen Complementary Coloration Teeth Retro Tronic Furniture Flare Prismatic Lights Glow Effects Futurisque Technicolor Chromostatica Paints Grittin' Industrial Realism Dazed Drifts Daydream Cyborg Mind Wander Obsessed Reflective Gaze Drills into Mechaniq Reparations ... art by Noriyoshi Ohrai, fantasy, futuristic, pop-culture, posters, science-fiction, space-ships, vibrant, impressionist painting, loose brushwork, ight and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting, OByouhua, oil painting
    In the heart of a bustling medieval fantasy town, where the cobblestone streets are alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the clatter of daily life, a scene of pure joy and celebration unfolds. The sun hangs high in a cloudless sky, its golden rays bathing the town in a warm, radiant glow. The buildings, with their timbered frames and colorful facades, lean slightly over the narrow streets, their windows adorned with flower boxes overflowing with vibrant blooms. Banners and streamers in every color of the rainbow flutter in the gentle breeze, adding to the festive atmosphere. The air is filled with the scent of fresh bread, roasting meats, and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. At the center of this lively scene is the minstrel, a man whose very presence exudes happiness and charm. His curly brown hair bounces with every step, his face lit up with a radiant smile that seems to brighten the day even further. His eyes, twinkling with mischief and joy, meet those of the townsfolk, inviting them to join in his merriment. His attire is a riot of color, a testament to his vibrant personality and his role as a bringer of joy. He wears a colorful tunic, its fabric a patchwork of bright hues and intricate patterns, each element carefully chosen to create a harmonious yet dazzling whole. The tunic is adorned with embroidered flowers, musical notes, and whimsical designs, its sleeves billowing slightly as he moves. Around his waist, he wears a skirt that reaches his knees, its fabric equally colorful and elegant, its edges trimmed with golden thread that catches the sunlight. Beneath the skirt, he sports purple harem pants, their loose, flowing fabric adding to his ease of movement. His boots, made of supple brown leather, reach up to his knees, their practical design contrasting with the flamboyance of the rest of his outfit. Draped over his shoulders is a purple cape, its fabric rich and flowing, its edges embroidered with golden patterns that shimmer in the light. The cape billows behind him as he dances, adding a touch of drama to his already captivating presence. In his hands, he holds a guitar, its polished wood gleaming, its strings vibrating with the lively tunes he plays. His fingers move deftly over the strings, producing melodies that are both uplifting and infectious, his music the heartbeat of the celebration. The crowded street is filled with happy, cheering medieval fantasy folks, their faces alight with joy as they clap, dance, and sing along to the minstrel’s tunes. Children weave through the crowd, their laughter ringing out like bells, while adults exchange smiles and greetings, their spirits lifted by the minstrel’s performance. Merchants pause in their work to enjoy the spectacle, their stalls filled with colorful wares that add to the vibrant scene. The focus of this composition is the minstrel, his upper body and face capturing the essence of his character. The interplay of light and shadow highlights his features, the intricate details of his attire, and the joyful grip on his guitar. The background, though rich in detail, remains secondary, ensuring that he remains the centerpiece of this happy and peaceful tableau. The overall color palette is a harmonious blend of bright, cheerful hues, evoking a sense of joy and celebration. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light, as if the very essence of the sun has come alive to illuminate his presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a journey into a world where music and laughter reign, and the line between performer and audience blurs, a testament to the timeless allure of the minstrel who stands as a beacon of happiness and unity in the heart of the town. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the joy and charm of the minstrel who wields his guitar not just as an instrument, but as a symbol of his unyielding resolve to bring happiness to all who hear his music. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    natural makeup look, polished finish. The person's fingers are gripping the chain tightly, which are shiny and metallic with a slight sheen, reflecting light and adding a stark, linking them together. The skin tone of the hands is light, indicating they are made of polished stainless steel. The person's skin tone is light, denim fabric of the sleeve, button-up blouse, secured at the center. The person's hands are positioned in front of their body, dark brown hair. She is depicted against a dark, white leather couch set against a backdrop of a room with a textured, with neatly trimmed nails. The background is a simple, silver chains that link the wrists together, which is visible between the hands. The person's skin tone is a light to medium tan, with the chain linking them. Her hands are positioned in front of her body
    A short, compact blue robot with a rounded body stands in the act of breaking a jade snake statue. The robot's frame is metallic, painted in a bright, glossy blue, with circular joints at its shoulders, elbows, and knees. Its head is spherical, featuring two oversized, round eyes with glowing white lenses that dominate its face. A small rectangular mouth panel is positioned beneath the eyes. The robot’s arms are short but sturdy, ending in three-fingered hands made of polished metal. One arm is raised mid-action, gripping a hammer-like tool with a thick handle and a flat, heavy striking surface. The other hand braces a piece of the shattered jade snake statue. The jade snake, previously coiled and intricately detailed, is now broken into several large fragments. The statue’s vibrant green surface features deep cracks, and smaller shards are scattered around the robot’s feet. The snake’s head lies partially intact on the ground, with one fractured fang and missing scales near its neck. The scene is set on a smooth metallic floor, with scattered jade fragments creating contrast against the reflective surface. The robot’s simple, utilitarian design contrasts sharply with the ornate detail of the broken statue.
    weibo, drawing, illustration retro 90's, red, black, yoji shinkawa, James Jean, Ayami Kojima, Cyberpunk scene featuring an extreme close-up of a dark elven woman's hands, with deep obsidian skin, characteristic of her race, she hand, gripping a vivid black rose dripping with blood. The metallic fingers are detailed with sharp, angular lines. In her glowing neon prosthetic right hand, the intricate mechanisms visibly in motion and casting a soft, ethereal light. The rose's petals are rich and black, with crimson blood running down its stem and pooling at the base of the hand, giving the image an eerie yet beautiful quality. The scene evokes a mix of fragility, life, and mechanical coldness. The background is artfully blurred with a bokeh effect, showcasing cold, steampunk l hues of light, creating a mysterious, intimate atmosphere. The intricate details of her hands and the delicate patterns of the rose are illuminated by the soft, magical glow. The focus is on her mechanical arm and the rose, creating a mysterious, intimate atmosphere. artwork in the style of guweiz, aerial view, anime cyberpunk art, style of line anime movie, persona 5 art style wlop, closeup_hands,magical_dust,ethereal_glow,bokeh_background,magical_ambiance, enchanting_scene, fantasy_closeup, dark_elf, glowing_prosthetic_arm, mechanical_details,glowing_black_rose,ethereal_atmosphere, fantasy_meets_steampunk, neon_light, sharp focus, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, A digital artwork in the style of bladerunner.
    weibo, drawing, illustration retro 90's, red, black, yoji shinkawa, James Jean, Ayami Kojima, Cyberpunk scene featuring an extreme close-up of a dark elven woman's hands, with deep obsidian skin, characteristic of her race, she hand, gripping a vivid black rose dripping with blood. The metallic fingers are detailed with sharp, angular lines. In her glowing neon prosthetic right hand, the intricate mechanisms visibly in motion and casting a soft, ethereal light. The rose's petals are rich and black, with crimson blood running down its stem and pooling at the base of the hand, giving the image an eerie yet beautiful quality. The scene evokes a mix of fragility, life, and mechanical coldness. The background is artfully blurred with a bokeh effect, showcasing cold, steampunk l hues of light, creating a mysterious, intimate atmosphere. The intricate details of her hands and the delicate patterns of the rose are illuminated by the soft, magical glow. The focus is on her mechanical arm and the rose, creating a mysterious, intimate atmosphere. artwork in the style of guweiz, aerial view, anime cyberpunk art, style of line anime movie, persona 5 art style wlop, closeup_hands,magical_dust,ethereal_glow,bokeh_background,magical_ambiance, enchanting_scene, fantasy_closeup, dark_elf, glowing_prosthetic_arm, mechanical_details,glowing_black_rose,ethereal_atmosphere, fantasy_meets_steampunk, neon_light, sharp focus, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, A digital artwork in the style of bladerunner.
    ne0nfant4sy, A stooped, aged goblin shaman, his leathery, green skin covered in intricate tribal tattoos, stands hunched over a bubbling cauldron, chanting softly in a guttural language. His long, twisted fingers grip a crooked staff adorned with feathers, bones, and glowing talismans that pulse with ancient magic. His beady, yellow eyes gleam with intelligence, peering through the thick, curling smoke rising from the cauldron. His wiry gray hair is wild and matted, spilling over his hunched shoulders and blending into the patchwork cloak of animal hides draped around him. The flickering firelight casts eerie shadows across his gaunt, wrinkled face, giving him the appearance of something far older and more dangerous than his small stature suggests. Behind him, the walls of the dimly lit cave are covered in strange, arcane symbols scrawled in blood, while dried herbs and jars filled with mysterious substances hang from the ceiling. The air is thick with the scent of burning sage, smoke, and a faint metallic tang of magic. His expression is one of deep concentration, lips moving silently as the swirling mist inside the cauldron begins to form into the shape of something ominous.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    "Mysterious Moonlit Warrior" A young woman with long, dark hair stands confidently in the foreground, her face set in a serious expression as she gazes directly at the viewer. She is clad in a black tank top and a black skirt, with a white scarf tied around her waist for a touch of contrast. Intricate tattoos adorn her arms and chest, adding to her alluring yet intimidating aura. In one hand, she grips a sword, its blade glinting in the dim light. The other hand rests on her hip, exuding an air of self-assurance. Her proportions are perfect, with slender fingers and hands that convey both grace and strength. Behind her stretches a dark, mysterious background. A crescent moon hangs high above, casting an ethereal glow over the scene. In the distance, a bird soars through the night sky, its wings spread wide against the inky blackness. The overall composition is dynamic and engaging, drawing the eye to the central figure while still allowing the background elements to contribute to the moody atmosphere. The color palette is dominated by shades of black, gray, and white, punctuated by the warm tones of the moon and the woman's skin. This digital art piece captures a sense of mystery and power, inviting the viewer to imagine the story behind this enigmatic warrior standing ready under the moonlight."
    A Shinigami emerges in a surreal, dystopian scene, blending the faded neon colors of the 80s with spectral pastel hues, contrasted by the muted beige and gray tones of a forgotten future. The figure looms in a lofi, grainy aesthetic, resembling a retro scan of a vintage 80s anime sci-fi book. Its skeletal frame is draped in a tattered black cloak that shimmers faintly with neon undertones, as if reflecting the faded remnants of long-dead stars. A cracked, angular helmet rests on its ghastly head, reflecting the dim glow of an eerie baseball bat, pulsating with jagged, deadly energy, gripped tightly in its bony fingers. The setting is the wreckage of a derelict spaceport, where towering, skeletal ruins of spacecraft and weathered solar sails rise like ghostly skyscrapers. The sails' faded neon panels flicker weakly, casting faint, haunting glows through the swirling haze of dust and smoke. Sporadic bursts of fiery explosions in the distance briefly illuminate the Shinigami’s grotesque features, their crimson eyes glowing like embers through the stormy darkness. The horizon is a bleak wasteland, the dim, dystopian sun struggling to pierce the swirling haze. Volumetric lighting and subtle film grain deepen the melancholic, cinematic mood. Shadows stretch across the wasteland, and the Shinigami stands still, an embodiment of death and decay amidst the chaos, its aura suffused with an unsettling mix of dread and fascination.
    A renegade space pirate, his metallic arm gripping a blaster, leans against the railing of a dilapidated space freighter as it hurtles through an asteroid field. His skin is dark and weathered, with a scar running down the side of his cheek, and his cybernetic eye glows a menacing red as it scans the incoming debris. His short, spiky silver hair reflects the flashing lights of the ship’s failing systems, while his tattered leather jacket flaps in the artificial wind. Behind him, the freighter’s bridge is a chaotic mess of broken consoles and sparking wires, the crew shouting orders as they attempt to outrun pursuing ships. His expression is one of grim satisfaction, a grin spreading across his face as he adjusts the settings on his blaster, preparing for a fight. The asteroid field around them glows with the light of nearby stars, massive rocks tumbling dangerously close to the ship’s hull. His mechanical arm whirs softly as it readies for combat, the metallic fingers twitching with anticipation. The distant glow of laser fire illuminates the scene.<lora:flux_manga_ske>
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A lone Mandalorian bounty hunter looms in the foreground, his beskar armor swallowing the last dying light of a sun long set. The deep, bruised shades of crimson and violet stain the horizon, casting jagged edges around his imposing silhouette. His helmet—featureless, expressionless—reflects nothing, a cold void where a face should be. No warmth lingers in the air. Mist coils around his legs like spectral hands, devouring the ground beneath him, as if the planet itself seeks to reclaim him. His gloved fingers rest lightly on the worn grip of his blaster, the weapon hanging heavy at his side, waiting. The weight of unseen violence presses against the silence, coiled and patient. Above him, blotting out the sky, a colossal Star Destroyer looms in the darkness—old, battle-scarred, and terrifying in its sheer presence. Its hull is pitted with the scars of a thousand battles, yet it drifts in eerie silence, its massive silhouette devouring the faint starlight. The ship’s underbelly bristles with turrets, their lifeless muzzles aimed downward like the gaze of a slumbering giant. Faint, cold lights pulse along its surface, the only sign that something inside still breathes. The Mandalorian does not shift, does not breathe—he simply exists, a relentless force of fate standing between survival and the abyss. And above him, the war machine waits, a silent god hanging in the void.
    A half-body close-up portrait of a fallen angel, her once radiant wings now charred and tattered, trailing embers as they drape behind her like a smoldering veil. Her face, framed by cascading locks of ashen silver hair streaked with fiery gold, is a mix of sorrow and defiance. One eye glows faintly, a molten golden hue, while the other is dim and veined with cracks like fractured glass, hinting at her descent from grace. She wears a battle-scarred breastplate of celestial steel, its brilliance dulled by soot and blood. Intricate, faded engravings of her former celestial rank spiral across the armor, now cracked and marred. Draped over her shoulders is a tattered crimson cloak, its edges singed, fluttering as if caught in an unseen breeze. In her gauntleted hands, she cradles a broken sword, its jagged edge emitting faint traces of starlight that flicker like a dying ember. Her fingers grip the hilt tightly, a symbol of her unyielding will despite her fall. Around her, ghostly chains of light twist and pulse, binding her wrists and wings, as if the heavens themselves refuse to relinquish her completely. The background is an abstract swirl of muted colors—ashes and smoke mingling with faint hints of celestial blues and golds—giving the impression of a liminal space between the divine and the mortal. The angle is dramatic, a low Dutch perspective that captures her towering presence and the dynamic flow of her hair and cloak, emphasizing the weight of her sorrow and strength. The color palette juxtaposes warm tones of gold and red with the cold shadows of gray and black, creating a visual tension that mirrors her internal conflict. The overall composition is haunting yet poetic, a study in tragedy, resilience, and the fractured beauty of a being caught between two worlds.
    An extended hand, its palm open and fingers slightly curved, grasping a sleek smartphone that starkly displays the words 'No Signal' on its otherwise darkened screen. The hand is tanned and appears to be that of a traveler who has been exposed to the harsh elements, with a touch of desperation etched into the taut skin and the tension of the grip. The phone's screen casts a dim, cold light onto the surrounding area, revealing a desert backdrop that stretches infinitely, with a horizon that blurs the boundaries between the fiery sky and the undulating sand dunes. The desert is devoid of any vegetation or life, save for a solitary cactus that seems to mourn the digital isolation alongside the figure. The sand is a deep orange hue, reflecting the last vestiges of a setting sun, which is a fiery disk descending rapidly towards the horizon, painting the clouds above it in shades of pink and purple. The stark contrast between the lifeless landscape and the futile quest for connection emphasizes the profound sense of solitude and the irony of modern dependency on technology, which is rendered utterly futile in the face of nature's vast indifference.
    A lone Mandalorian bounty hunter looms in the foreground, his beskar armor swallowing the last dying light of a sun long set. The deep, bruised shades of crimson and violet stain the horizon, casting jagged edges around his imposing silhouette. His helmet—featureless, expressionless—reflects nothing, a cold void where a face should be. No warmth lingers in the air. Mist coils around his legs like spectral hands, devouring the ground beneath him, as if the planet itself seeks to reclaim him. His gloved fingers rest lightly on the worn grip of his blaster, the weapon hanging heavy at his side, waiting. The weight of unseen violence presses against the silence, coiled and patient. Above him, blotting out the sky, a colossal Star Destroyer looms in the darkness—old, battle-scarred, and terrifying in its sheer presence. Its hull is pitted with the scars of a thousand battles, yet it drifts in eerie silence, its massive silhouette devouring the faint starlight. The ship’s underbelly bristles with turrets, their lifeless muzzles aimed downward like the gaze of a slumbering giant. Faint, cold lights pulse along its surface, the only sign that something inside still breathes. The Mandalorian does not shift, does not breathe—he simply exists, a relentless force of fate standing between survival and the abyss. And above him, the war machine waits, a silent god hanging in the void.
    an East Asian woman shown in elegant profile, with her face partially concealed behind a meticulously crafted peacock feather fan. The fan is constructed with precise craftsmanship - multiple peacock feathers arranged in a perfect, uniform semicircular pattern, each feather aligned with identical spacing and height, creating a structured, symmetrical arrangement rather than a wild or natural look. Her face is positioned in side view, but her eyes deliberately glance sideways toward the viewer - creating an intimate, mysterious connection despite her profile pose. Only her almond-shaped eyes and the upper portion of her face are visible above the carefully arranged fan. The fan is held delicately between her slender fingers in the same refined manner one would hold playing cards - poised with precise balance between thumb and fingers, neither gripping tightly nor loosely grasping, but with controlled poise and formal elegance. Her nails are perfectly manicured, perhaps with a subtle lacquer. Her hair is styled in a traditional elegant updo with ornate hairpins. The lighting creates a dramatic interplay between shadow and light, emphasizing the contrast between her skin tone and the rich blues and greens of the orderly peacock feathers. This emphasizes the cultural significance of the fan as both an accessory and a tool for modest concealment while maintaining the allure of mystery. j_art, anime. a background with dim red light lit her half face dimly
    nelisty. This is a neon-drenched, darkly atmospheric photograph with a gothic horror aesthetic. The scene unfolds in a narrow, fog-laden alleyway in an Asian city, where glowing signs in Japanese script flicker through the thick haze. The air is heavy with an eerie glow—deep reds, electric blues, and sickly greens carving spectral silhouettes into the mist. At the heart of the alley stands a skeletal figure, draped in a tattered, deep red hooded cloak. Shadows ripple across its form as neon reflections dance over the fabric, making it seem almost alive. The hood obscures its face, but beneath, hollow sockets gleam faintly, like dying embers. Gripped tightly in bony fingers is a towering staff of twisted, jagged metal. At its peak, a glowing red sign pulsates, casting an ominous glow onto the figure’s skeletal hands. The light refracts in the swirling fog, creating ghostly patterns that flicker and shift, as if the alley itself is breathing.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A stunning **DSLR wildlife photograph** by **By Maria Isabel Ruiz**, capturing an **intimate close-up of a pocket monkey** perched delicately on a moss-covered branch. Shot in **8K ultra-high definition**, every minute detail of the monkey's soft, fine fur is visible, with individual strands catching the natural light filtering through the dense rainforest canopy. Its wide, inquisitive amber eyes reflect a mix of curiosity and alertness, while tiny, dexterous fingers grip the textured bark with precision. The **exposure settings (1/1000s, f/4, ISO 800)** perfectly balance light and shadow, ensuring crisp clarity while maintaining the lush, slightly blurred background of verdant greens and golden hues. The moisture-laden air adds a soft sheen to the scene, emphasizing the natural textures of the monkey’s fur, the rough bark, and the delicate veining of surrounding leaves. A subtle bokeh effect enhances the depth, drawing focus to the monkey’s expressive face, while the interplay of light and shadow creates a breathtaking, lifelike realism.
    A cunning anthropomorphic fox, illuminated by a flickering gas lamp, crouches in the shadows of a cobblestone alley. He wears a black leather mask, a velvet cloak with a crimson lining, and carries a small, ornate dagger strapped to his thigh. His amber eyes gleam with mischief, reflecting the city lights. His nimble fingers grip a velvet pouch, bulging with stolen jewels. The scene is rendered in a gritty, noir style with dramatic chiaroscuro lighting.
    A waist-up portrait of two women in the shadowed corner of a vast, unlit room. The surrounding space is black, featureless, with no visible walls or background. A single overhead spotlight, unseen beyond the frame, casts a focused, dramatic glow upon them, its cool light pouring down in a narrow beam. The stark contrast of light and shadow sculpts their forms, highlighting the tension in their posture and the closeness between them. Shadows stretch downward, enveloping the rest of the scene in deep darkness. The blonde woman in front grips the other’s clothing, fingers tightly twisting the soft fabric. The light catches on the folds, creating sharp contrasts and subtle highlights along the creases. Her knuckles are faintly visible, tension apparent beneath the glow. The second woman, a brunette, rests her hand on the first’s waist, fingers pressing into the fabric, while her other hand cups her partner’s jaw, thumb resting near her cheekbone. Their faces are inches apart, lips nearly touching. The light from above accentuates the curves of their jawlines, the shape of their lips, and the delicate lines of their collarbones beneath their clothing. It catches on the slight moisture of their lips, emphasizing their breathless anticipation. The background remains completely black, a void that isolates them within the moment. The stark, directional light provides the only illumination, its intensity fading at the edges, leaving their bodies partially swallowed by shadow.
    Flat colour ff-fbs style image, Slomesty, this image is a brutalist, high-contrast vision in deep bronze, scorched ochre, and pale ivory highlights, evoking the raw, unrelenting atmosphere of an ancient battlefield fused with modern technology. The Art Nouveau influences remain but are almost shattered, fractured into bold, jagged patterns that resemble cracks in sunbaked stone and splintered metal. The elongated, stylized gladiator is a towering warrior, his muscular frame wrapped in battle-worn plating that seems to have been pieced together from fallen titans. The golden engravings on his armor flicker with dying embers, the scars of countless fights etched into every plate. His face is obscured by a smooth, expressionless battle mask, the visor cracked yet unwavering, a testament to his resilience. He hovers in mid-air, viewed from the side, his immense, scarred fingers gripping a battered, dirt-streaked severed skull before where his face should be. The skull’s hollow eyes glow faintly with a dying light, its cracked surface speaking of brutal battles fought long ago. It seems almost alive in his grasp, the remnants of some unholy technology swirling within the empty sockets, a strange connection to the chaotic battlefield that rages around him.
    A cloaked figure walks cautiously through a narrow alleyway lined with ancient, crumbling buildings, their facades covered in twisting, pulsating vines that glow faintly in the dark. The cobblestones beneath their feet are slick with some unknown iridescent liquid, reflecting the pale light of the twin moons that hover low in the sky. In the shadows, strange creatures with too many eyes and too many fingers whisper in hushed voices, their elongated limbs curling around the edges of nearby doorways. High above, gravity seems to lose its grip, and pieces of the alleyway drift lazily into the air—stones, wooden planks, even entire sections of rooftops float weightlessly like forgotten debris in deep space. The figure pulls their hood lower, hiding the unnatural glow of their silver irises, and grips the handle of a dagger that hums with an unearthly energy. Somewhere ahead, just beyond the bend in the alley, an old neon sign flickers to life, its light forming strange, unreadable symbols that shift and change as if alive. The city breathes around them, an ancient and sentient thing, waiting to see what they will do next. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    On the cracked hood of a rusted-out muscle car, covered in spikes and tribal war paint, a wild-eyed, battle-scarred wanderer sits with one foot propped up, his calloused fingers gripping a massive, war-weathered boombox that still roars with raw, crackling sound. His tattered, leather jacket is adorned with a mess of chains, animal bones, and scrap metal trinkets, while his mismatched, fingerless gloves expose knuckles covered in faded tattoos. His sun-bleached mohawk stands tall against the dying sun, while chipped aviator goggles rest crookedly on his forehead, reflecting the endless wasteland stretching behind him. His combat boots, patched with salvaged metal plates, rest atop the car’s dented frame, kicking idly to the beat of his own rebellion. The wind howls through the skeletal remains of civilization, but the only sound he hears is the bone-rattling bass pumping from his ancient, indestructible boombox. Dust swirls in golden clouds around him, mixing with the faint scent of gasoline and scorched earth, but he just grins—because even at the end of the world, the music never dies. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>

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