null glitches and fractures

    Luminescent ninja, cloaked in fractured orange hues, glitches through a cascade of neon-infused snowflakes. Holographic tangerine baroque patterns, reminiscent of circuit board labyrinths, drift across the canvas, pulsating with digital life. The black void background hums with electric energy, pierced by neon katanas of light that cast an otherworldly glow on the ethereal warrior, The scene is overwhelmed by a cyberpunk symphony of distorted lines and psychedelic orange fractals, a surreal dance of technology and spiritual contemplation. Vibrant, high-contrast shades of tangerine, amber, and marigold collide in mesmerizing, glitchy chaos, evoking the beauty of a binary sunset in an alien world, An aura of mystical introspection envelops the ninja, as the serene, surreal landscape echoes with the silent whispers of distant galaxies. It's a fusion of ancient grace and futuristic force, a science fiction haiku painted in the vivid, DORFic orange aesthetic.
    A washed-out, overexposed vision—HK-mecha space cowboy, a lone gunslinger bathed in bleached neon light, edges dissolving into flickering white burns. His single cyclopean eye glares like a dying sun, lens flaring chaotically, light-trails as if reality itself were melting under the weight of his presence. The landscape behind him is a warped fever dream—black holes barely visible through layers of optical distortion, their gravitational pull twisting the film reel itself, fracturing the scene with ghostly light leaks and chaotic chromatic aberration. But the true rupture in reality is the sword. An abomination of scale and presence, its monstrous blade eclipses all logic—an overdimensioned glitching construct of impossible mass. It flickers violently, torn between solid form and digital collapse, edges fragmenting into cascading error codes and shattered light shards. Its surface is a mirror of distorted realities, reflecting not the world around it but glimpses of something else—fractured timelines, burning data ghosts, the screaming echoes of lost dimensions. The sheer weight of its existence bends the air, warping space like a localized singularity. His body—once black and red—now flickers between searing white silhouettes and deep, inverted shadows, as if the filmstock can't decide whether he's real or an afterimage burned into the void. But the sword remains the focal point—an unspeakable anomaly, a weapon that shouldn't exist, yet does.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but unreachable. She reaches out into the distance. Darker grittier outlines.
    A striking female warrior stands in an action-ready pose, gripping a sleek, razor-sharp sword with a stance that radiates agility and strength. Her mystical fox mask, adorned with intricate glowing patterns, partially obscures her face, leaving one cyber-enhanced eye exposed, flickering with data streams. Fox fire swirls around her, casting an ethereal glow. The blue and orange flames crackle, distorting the air, contrasting against the dark, glitch-infused virtual world behind her. She wears a reinforced school uniform, reimagined for combat—a short pleated skirt with armored fabric, a tactical harness, and a thigh pouch. A fusion of traditional and futuristic aesthetics, she feels at home in both digital and real worlds, ancient and modern. The fractured, neon-lit background pulses with glitch aesthetics and silhouette art, digital geometry shifting like a corrupted simulation. Colored shadows and monochrome tones blend with bursts of polarized chromatic aberration, distorting reality. A disintegration effect creeps along her body and weapon, pixels peeling into the void. HDR lighting sharpens her silhouette, while dynamic shadows heighten the cinematic mood. Jedcyb3r, Jedspl4tt,
    An abstract and surreal composition depicting the head-to-head meeting of two contrasting worlds: a black cartoon monster with oversized, glowing white eyes and a dreamy, real-life woman. The monster, drawn in a simplified, smooth cartoon style, contrasts sharply with the detailed, ethereal appearance of the woman, whose face exudes mystery and depth. The background is a vibrant monochromatic orange, layered with jagged glitch art, fragmented text, and metallic streaks that merge the digital with the analog. Floating shards of splintered glass and mirrors reflect distorted glimpses of both figures, intensifying the theme of fractured reality. Torn pieces of cartoon books and scattered text fragments weave throughout the background, creating a chaotic yet intricate atmosphere. Smudged paint and gritty textures blend with surreal golden accents, such as veins of light and delicately scattered golden field maple leaves, adding an organic touch to the otherwise surreal and otherworldly scene. The juxtaposition of cartoon simplicity and photorealistic detail creates a striking, dreamlike image. <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:boFLUX digital-abyss.safetensors:0.3>, <lora:boFLUX AbstractMorph.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:RM_Artistify_v1.0M.safetensors:0.7>,
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    Photorealistic Closeup Portrait of a glitching spectral entity, flickering erratically between existence and oblivion, but the true horror lies in the weapon it wields. The figure clutches an otherworldly, translucent red blade—an abomination of tortured souls, fused into a single, writhing form. The sword pulses with unnatural energy, its surface shifting like liquid glass, distorted faces screaming silently from within. Their expressions twist in agony as if trapped in an endless cycle of torment, each flicker revealing new horrors buried in the weapon’s cursed essence. The blade distorts reality itself, its edges unstable, phasing in and out like corrupted data, leaving behind glitching afterimages of itself. It emits a sickly neon-red glow, staining the surrounding darkness with malevolent light. Where the sword moves, the air fractures with crackling distortions, neon veins of corruption spreading outward like a digital virus infecting the world around it. The spectral figure wielding it remains a hazy, high-translucent ghost, barely holding form—flickering with cyan and magenta glitches, its ancient, corroded armor appearing in brief bursts before dissolving into neon static. But the blade remains solid, real, and insatiably hungry. The atmosphere is saturated with shifting hues of deep crimson and pulsating violet, a nightmarish digital phantasm trapped between dimensions, forever bound to the cursed blade. R3alisticF
    A hooded figure stands before you, its face entirely consumed by the blinding neon word "RAGE," flickering violently with visual glitches. The letters distort and stutter, as if the very word is breaking reality. Behind them, chaotic, glitch-ridden 2D vector flames roar in anime style, repeatedly fracturing and reforming with digital distortions. Lightning strikes pierce the flames, but even the lightning glitches, splitting and flickering unnaturally. The figure’s entire form seems unstable, shifting with glitching pixels and visual tears, adding to the sense of barely-contained fury. The scene vibrates with raw, electric chaos, the glitches multiplying, amplifying the intense, glitch-filled eruption of uncontrollable rage that pulses through the screen.
    Photorealistic Closeup Portrait of a glitching spectral entity, flickering erratically between existence and oblivion, but the true horror lies in the weapon it wields. The figure clutches an otherworldly, translucent red blade—an abomination of tortured souls, fused into a single, writhing form. The sword pulses with unnatural energy, its surface shifting like liquid glass, distorted faces screaming silently from within. Their expressions twist in agony as if trapped in an endless cycle of torment, each flicker revealing new horrors buried in the weapon’s cursed essence. The blade distorts reality itself, its edges unstable, phasing in and out like corrupted data, leaving behind glitching afterimages of itself. It emits a sickly neon-red glow, staining the surrounding darkness with malevolent light. Where the sword moves, the air fractures with crackling distortions, neon veins of corruption spreading outward like a digital virus infecting the world around it. The spectral figure wielding it remains a hazy, high-translucent ghost, barely holding form—flickering with cyan and magenta glitches, its ancient, corroded armor appearing in brief bursts before dissolving into neon static. But the blade remains solid, real, and insatiably hungry. The atmosphere is saturated with shifting hues of deep crimson and pulsating violet, a nightmarish digital phantasm trapped between dimensions, forever bound to the cursed blade. R3alisticF
    (analog rainy film still taken on polaroid film, vhs footage low quality, Analog distortion effect, Retro video quality) Amidst a bustling street filled with people hurrying about their daily lives, a hooded figure stands out dramatically. Its face is completely obscured by the blinding neon word "RAGE," which flickers violently with visual glitches, distorting the very fabric of reality around it. The chaotic, glitch-ridden 2D vector flames erupt behind the figure, roaring in anime style, repeatedly fracturing and reforming with digital distortions. Lightning strikes pierce through the flames, glitching and flickering unnaturally as it illuminates the surroundings. The figure's entire form appears unstable, shifting with glitching pixels and visual tears, contributing to an overwhelming sense of barely-contained fury. The contrast of the serene city life and the electric chaos of this moment creates a surreal atmosphere, amplifying the intense eruption of rage that pulsates through the scene, making passersby pause and stare in bewilderment.(analog rainy film still taken on polaroid film, vhs footage low quality, Analog distortion effect, Retro video quality)
    Luminescent ninja, cloaked in fractured orange hues, glitches through a cascade of neon-infused snowflakes. Holographic tangerine baroque patterns, reminiscent of circuit board labyrinths, drift across the canvas, pulsating with digital life. The black void background hums with electric energy, pierced by neon katanas of light that cast an otherworldly glow on the ethereal warrior, The scene is overwhelmed by a cyberpunk symphony of distorted lines and psychedelic orange fractals, a surreal dance of technology and spiritual contemplation. Vibrant, high-contrast shades of tangerine, amber, and marigold collide in mesmerizing, glitchy chaos, evoking the beauty of a binary sunset in an alien world, An aura of mystical introspection envelops the ninja, as the serene, surreal landscape echoes with the silent whispers of distant galaxies. It's a fusion of ancient grace and futuristic force, a science fiction haiku painted in the vivid, DORFic orange aesthetic.
    A mesmerizing digital abstract collage blends surrealism, gothic elegance, and intricate detail into a layered composition. At its core, a mystical woman with cascading hair and a glowing crimson mark on her forehead appears fragmented, each overlapping layer revealing different textures and dimensions. Her serene face is partially veiled by swirling, disembodied eyes, shattered into jagged collage pieces with intricate pupils, reminiscent of Max Ernst’s surrealist techniques. Crimson veins stretch from her outstretched hand, weaving through chaotic geometric shards and organic forms, blurring the line between structure and fluidity. The background consists of deep shadows and glowing, fractured textures, adding depth and mystery. Shattered glass, distorted figures, and wisps of smoke merge seamlessly with the figure, creating a hauntingly surreal landscape. A grainy, vintage texture inspired by 1970s dark fantasy aesthetics wraps the entire piece, evoking a retro yet otherworldly atmosphere. Elements of raw illustration, glitch effects, pop art patterns, and sketch-like pencil strokes enhance the dreamlike quality, forming a disjointed yet captivating narrative infused with gothic beauty.
    An expansive, surreal landscape stretching endlessly in a distorted fisheye perspective, bathed in washed-out neon and overexposed anaglyph hues. At the center looms a colossal black tower, its presence an impossible void, pulling in fragments of reality like a gravitational singularity. The surrounding terrain glitches and fractures as if the very fabric of existence is unraveling—vibrant chromatic aberrations bleed through the scene, while flickering white burns and ghostly light leaks pulse with chaotic energy. Jagged mountains, twisted forests, and crumbling ruins warp toward the tower, drawn in by its inescapable pull, their edges dissolving into shimmering pixelated fragments. The sky is a turbulent canvas of bleeding reds, electric blues, and glitching violet hues, as distant black holes bend the light around them, distorting the horizon into a dreamlike, broken reflection of a crumbling digital reality.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but unreachable. She reaches out into the distance. Darker grittier outlines.
    Luminescent ninja, cloaked in fractured orange hues, glitches through a cascade of neon-infused snowflakes. Holographic tangerine baroque patterns, reminiscent of circuit board labyrinths, drift across the canvas, pulsating with digital life. The black void background hums with electric energy, pierced by neon katanas of light that cast an otherworldly glow on the ethereal warrior, The scene is overwhelmed by a cyberpunk symphony of distorted lines and psychedelic orange fractals, a surreal dance of technology and spiritual contemplation. Vibrant, high-contrast shades of tangerine, amber, and marigold collide in mesmerizing, glitchy chaos, evoking the beauty of a binary sunset in an alien world, An aura of mystical introspection envelops the ninja, as the serene, surreal landscape echoes with the silent whispers of distant galaxies. It's a fusion of ancient grace and futuristic force, a science fiction haiku painted in the vivid, DORFic orange aesthetic.
    Faded neon colors of the 80s, washed-out pastel tones in spectral DARK neon vibrant hues, high contrast combined with dystopian neon Pop Art glitches. Retro scan of an 80s anime sci-fi book, lofi, grainy, vintage, melancholic yet futuristic. A digital painting, Towering, weathered solar sails rise like colossal skyscrapers into the washed-out sky. Some sails remain taut, shimmering in faded neon hues of orange as they desperately capture the last energy of the pale sun. Others hang torn and broken, their jagged edges flapping in a slow, ghostly wind. Below, the barren desert stretches endlessly in cracked beige and muted gray, its fractured surface echoing the desolation of the world. Among the sails lie abandoned structures: a translucent, gray plastic villa, eroded by sand, and a faintly glowing observation tower emitting neon light through the DARK Monochrome world. The horizon blurs into a swirling haze of dust, with the dim, dystopian sun casting long, harsh shadows across the wasteland. The composition is cinematic, with volumetric lighting, soft shadows, and a subtle film grain that adds to the vintage, otherworldly atmosphere. This hyper-detailed, hyper-realistic scene captures a melancholic beauty, blending faded neon-mist 80s neon nostalgia with the stark decay of a dystopian future.
    A close-up shows a woman appearing on an ancient, dystopian display screen, her figure now more digital, with a surreal, ethereal presence. Half organic and half synthetic, her form is composed of pixelated fragments that flicker and glitch, as if caught between realities. The synthetic side is no longer just a grid but an intricate web of glowing neon circuits, shifting and pulsating in a slow, deliberate pattern that reflects her age and wisdom. Her human side has transformed into a more aged, weathered version, with deep lines etched into her face, and her eyes now hold the weight of countless lifetimes, filled with knowledge and resolve. Her expression remains fierce, but there's a calm, knowing power in it. The screen, cracked and fractured, emits an erratic hum, distorting the image even further, as static lines and digital noise warp her features. The backdrop is a cold, industrial wasteland, faint green neon reflections casting a lifeless glow on the screen. The display is coated in layers of dust and grime, amplifying the decay of technology, as if the woman herself has survived eons of this crumbling world. The scene is deeply unsettling, with her digital essence struggling to maintain coherence amidst the failing technology, creating a haunting, cyberpunk atmosphere.
    A vibrant cyberpunk dystopian cityscape, pulsating with neon reds, electric cyans, and tungsten clashes against the oppressive darkness of a sprawling urban jungle. Towering skyscrapers loom overhead, their glass facades glowing with glitching holograms and flickering signs. At street level, chaos erupts: a high-speed chase barrels through rain-soaked alleys, illuminated by the erratic glow of broken streetlights and hovering drones. The sleek, aerodynamic vehicle in the foreground skids around a street, its glossy surface reflecting bursts of neon light. Its rear leaves streaks of red and violet energy in its wake, creating a haunting contrast against the shadows. Behind, ominous enforcement units hover—angular, black machines emitting piercing red searchlights, their mechanical hums pulsing like a heartbeat of dread. Light particles and water bubbles float mid-air in surreal slow motion as the chase cuts through the tense, rain-drenched streets. Shadowy figures lurk in the periphery, their distorted silhouettes barely visible in the dim alleyways and balconies, evoking unease. The sky above fractures with streaks of lightning, casting molten shadows across the city. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the hum of power lines, and the distant wail of distorted sirens. A story of desperation and relentless pursuit unfolds in a neon-soaked nightmare of confrontation and defiance.best quality,color contrast,cinematic,highres,glow,sharp focus,clear,long exposure,
    A close-up of a desolate robotic soldier, his war-torn face frozen in a moment of silence. His metal mask is cracked and corroded, its once-pristine surface now worn down by time and battle. One eye glows faintly, flickering with the last remnants of power, while the other is shattered, leaking thin arcs of electricity into the cold air. A deep scar runs across his synthetic cheek, remnants of past conflicts etched into his very being. His breathless form is framed by the tattered remnants of his cloak, its edges frayed and interwoven with shattered circuits, barely clinging to his massive frame. The ambient glow of distant fires and glitching city lights cast deep shadows across his features, contrasting sharply with bleached red highlights that illuminate the battle-worn edges of his armor. Digital distortion lingers in the air, fractured echoes of long-lost comrades whispering through the static. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of his ruined form, the depth of his silent sorrow. Every tiny dent, every broken wire, every flickering light tells the story of a warrior who has outlived his war, kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting reflection.
    A desolate robotic soldier, a broken remnant of war, kneels in solemn silence. His once-mighty armor, now corroded and shattered, clings to his hulking frame—fragments of reinforced plating barely holding together, revealing exposed circuitry that flickers like dying embers. The faded insignia of a forgotten army is etched into his chest, scarred by battle, his tattered synthetic cloak draping over his massive shoulders like the last vestige of honor. His face, a fractured metal mask with deep cracks, stares skyward, its hollow optics dimly glowing—one eye flickering weakly, the other shattered, leaking faint electric arcs. The world around him is bathed in dystopian atmospheric light—an eerie blend of neon pinks, blues, and greens illuminating the cracked asphalt beneath him, glitching and flickering like a failing reality. The air hums with digital distortion, broken transmissions of long-dead comrades echoing in the void. The background stretches infinitely into the cosmic unknown—swirling galaxies and neon storms merging into a tapestry of forgotten time. Shadows engulf his form, contrasting starkly against bleached red highlights that cut through the deep greys and blacks, casting a haunting glow over his fractured frame. The perspective, slightly below, amplifies his solemn presence—a warrior lost to time, kneeling before an empty sky, waiting for orders that will never come.
    A close-up of a desolate robotic soldier, his war-torn face frozen in a moment of silence. His metal mask is cracked and corroded, its once-pristine surface now worn down by time and battle. One eye glows faintly, flickering with the last remnants of power, while the other is shattered, leaking thin arcs of electricity into the cold air. A deep scar runs across his synthetic cheek, remnants of past conflicts etched into his very being. His breathless form is framed by the tattered remnants of his cloak, its edges frayed and interwoven with shattered circuits, barely clinging to his massive frame. The ambient glow of distant fires and glitching city lights cast deep shadows across his features, contrasting sharply with bleached red highlights that illuminate the battle-worn edges of his armor. Digital distortion lingers in the air, fractured echoes of long-lost comrades whispering through the static. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of his ruined form, the depth of his silent sorrow. Every tiny dent, every broken wire, every flickering light tells the story of a warrior who has outlived his war, kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting reflection.
    A close-up of a desolate robotic soldier, his war-torn face frozen in a moment of silence. His metal mask is cracked and corroded, its once-pristine surface now worn down by time and battle. One eye glows faintly, flickering with the last remnants of power, while the other is shattered, leaking thin arcs of electricity into the cold air. A deep scar runs across his synthetic cheek, remnants of past conflicts etched into his very being. His breathless form is framed by the tattered remnants of his cloak, its edges frayed and interwoven with shattered circuits, barely clinging to his massive frame. The ambient glow of distant fires and glitching city lights cast deep shadows across his features, contrasting sharply with bleached red highlights that illuminate the battle-worn edges of his armor. Digital distortion lingers in the air, fractured echoes of long-lost comrades whispering through the static. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of his ruined form, the depth of his silent sorrow. Every tiny dent, every broken wire, every flickering light tells the story of a warrior who has outlived his war, kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting reflection.
    This is a digital artwork in the style of ckgr, A close-up of an irresistible female beauty, her gaze magnetic, drawing the viewer into a world of unspoken desires. Her flawless skin glows softly in the dim light, framed by cascading waves of silken hair that catch the ambient shimmer of glitching neon reflections. Her full lips, slightly parted, hint at a playful secret, while her eyes burn with an intoxicating mix of mystery and seduction. A delicate scar traces her cheek, a tantalizing imperfection that only deepens her allure. Wisps of sheer, tattered fabric cling to her curves, the remnants of a battle-worn gown interwoven with threads of shimmering circuitry. The air hums with digital distortion, ghostly echoes of distant whispers brushing against her skin. The ambient glow of fractured city lights casts dramatic shadows across her features, accentuating the sharp contrast between warmth and desolation. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the hypnotic details of her form, the depth of her enigmatic presence. Every subtle motion, every flicker of light across her luminous eyes, tells the story of a woman who has survived the chaos, now kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting temptation.
    This is a digital artwork in the style of ckgr, A close-up of an irresistible female beauty, her gaze magnetic, drawing the viewer into a world of unspoken desires. Her flawless skin glows softly in the dim light, framed by cascading waves of silken hair that catch the ambient shimmer of glitching neon reflections. Her full lips, slightly parted, hint at a playful secret, while her eyes burn with an intoxicating mix of mystery and seduction. A delicate scar traces her cheek, a tantalizing imperfection that only deepens her allure. Wisps of sheer, tattered fabric cling to her curves, the remnants of a battle-worn gown interwoven with threads of shimmering circuitry. The air hums with digital distortion, ghostly echoes of distant whispers brushing against her skin. The ambient glow of fractured city lights casts dramatic shadows across her features, accentuating the sharp contrast between warmth and desolation. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the hypnotic details of her form, the depth of her enigmatic presence. Every subtle motion, every flicker of light across her luminous eyes, tells the story of a woman who has survived the chaos, now kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting temptation.
    A hyperrealistic portrait of a woman with glowing white eyes, her intense gaze cutting through the darkness. Her short, sharp white hair moves subtly, as if caught in a digital breeze, accentuating her otherworldly presence. The edges of her face dissolve into cascading fragments of black and red text, as though she is disintegrating into a sea of cryptic data. Glitch-like patterns- intersecting red lines and distorted code - blend seamlessly with her skin, creating the appearance of a being caught between the physical and digital worlds. The lighting is cold and minimal, with the white glow of her eyes casting a faint, spectral light onto the fragmented parts of her face. The background is an abyss of dark, fractured digital space, with subtle flashes of red text fragments, enhancing the surreal and haunting atmosphere. <lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:MJvSX_Flux_LoRa_v1-000096.safetensors:0.85>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux.safetensors:0.5>,
    A vintage photograph captures a beautifully crafted steampunk bicycle with an intricate mechanical design. The bicycle features an elaborate network of brass pipes, exposed gears, and riveted metal plates. A large boiler-like contraption is mounted on the rear, releasing soft plumes of water vapor into the air. The wheels have reinforced spokes with decorative brass details, and the handlebars are adorned with intricate levers and gauges. Every bolt and screw on the frame adds to the industrial aesthetic, giving the vehicle a handcrafted, almost fantastical appearance.Beside the bicycle, a woman stands laughing at the camera, exuding charm and confidence. She wears striped stockings, a short corduroy skirt, and a blouse with delicate lace details. Her hair is styled in an elegant 1920s fashion, complete with soft curls framing her face. Her joyful expression adds a sense of spontaneity to the scene, as if she has just stepped out of a time-traveling adventure.The photograph itself has an aged, worn quality. However, scattered throughout the image are striking, glitch-like geometric shapes in neon orange. These shapes do not appear as artificial overlays but rather as if they are part of the environment—floating, melting into the light, and subtly distorting the space around them. They resemble fractured, otherworldly patterns, seamlessly blending with the mechanical elements of the scene, creating an uncanny fusion of past and future. dmpfm07, neon-mist
    A hooded figure stands before you, its face entirely consumed by the blinding neon word "KARLANAN," flickering violently with visual glitches. The letters distort and stutter, as if the very word is breaking reality. Behind them, chaotic, glitch-ridden 2D vector flames roar in anime style, repeatedly fracturing and reforming with digital distortions. Lightning strikes pierce the flames, but even the lightning glitches, splitting and flickering unnaturally. The figure’s entire form seems unstable, shifting with glitching pixels and visual tears, adding to the sense of barely-contained fury. The scene vibrates with raw, electric chaos, the glitches multiplying, amplifying the intense, glitch-filled eruption of uncontrollable rage that pulses through the screen.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but unreachable. She reaches out into the distance. Darker grittier outlines. The word "BUZZ" is seen in the horizon replacing the bright sun.
    ethdysty, Void Nexus, interstellar rift station, shattered reality, glitching wormholes, dark matter tendrils, pulsating neon fractures, cybernetic silhouettes, luminous fog waves, deep-space redshift glow
    A lone figure stands amidst the endless white expanse, a ghost in a world of dust and silence. The desert stretches out in all directions, its towering ruins swallowed by a thick, bleached fog. The atmosphere is weightless, drained of all color—muted whites, pale grays, and the endless churn of dust. Only the flickering pulse of neon-orange light remains, a final ember in the void. Her body is wrapped in flowing white fabric, torn and weightless, drifting like smoke in the wind. But where her head should be, there is only fire—roaring, wind-torn flames of electric orange, bending and writhing with supernatural force. The glow of the inferno casts flickering shadows across her form, illuminating the chaos around her. A stampede of wild white rhinos surges forward, their massive bodies blurred into motion, kicking up storms of beige dust and pale shadows. The ground trembles under the weight of their charge, yet she does not flinch. The roar of their hooves is deafening, drowning out everything except the flickering hiss of her enchanted fire. Behind her, fractured and unstable, the bold neon-glitch text “neonMIST” blazes against the swirling haze, its jagged light pulsing between distortion and clarity. Sparse beams of glitched neon-orange light cut through the mist, illuminating the scene in brief, chaotic bursts.
    ff-enhance, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    In the style of ck-sfc The labyrinthine space is a fusion of decaying grandeur and digital distortion—cracked marble pillars rise into infinity, their surfaces crawling with glowing neon glyphs that pulse like veins. The floor is fractured, revealing circuits and data streams glowing faintly beneath the surface. The walls stretch endlessly, adorned with faded frescoes that flicker and shift, overlaid with holographic projections that dissolve into static. In the center of this chaotic, decaying realm, SchizoNomad strides forward, a lone figure in a sea of uncertainty. His long pink coat ripples unnaturally, its surface glitching and distorting as if resisting reality itself. The coat’s vivid hue clashes with the muted, golden glow of the court His face is hidden behind a fragmented mask, constantly reconfiguring itself in a dance of light and shadow, as if his identity cannot be pinned down. The mask reflects fragments of the court around him, creating a kaleidoscopic distortion of his surroundings. The atmosphere is heavy with tension, a quiet, oppressive hum filling the air. The surreal scene is painted in a palette of muted golds, deep blacks, and vibrant neon accents, capturing the unsettling beauty of this forgotten, digital dreamscape. SchizoNomad’s presence is both a disruption and a focal point, the only tangible reality in a place where everything else teeters on the edge of illusion.
    A glitching holographic goat flickers between digital and organic textures, its glasses projecting AR data streams in neon orange. The lei is woven from bioluminescent algae, and the Hawaiian shirt’s pixels shift between tropical prints and circuit-board patterns. A cybernetic cigarette dispenses nano-smoke that forms binary code, while the warm background dissolves into a grid of flickering LEDs. A corrupted golden ratio fractures the composition, balancing tech-augmented fur details with chaotic neon shadows. _________ dramatic beauty, otherworldly quality, soft lighting, shallow depth of field, high detail, dynamic composition, cinematic shot, film grain, balanced shadows, harmonic colors, emotional depth, symbolic meaning, innovative props/costumes, timeless elegance, modern themes, iconic imagery, unforgettable moment, captivating beauty, stunning impact, thought-provoking, artistic vision, masterful execution. <lora:cheats:0.4> <lora:NOOB_vp1_detailer_by_volnovik_v1:0.5> <lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.1>
    A striking female warrior leaps into action, gripping a sleek katana mid-swing. She wears an ornate kitsune costume, blending flowing shrine maiden robes with cyber-enhanced armor. A mystical fox mask covers most of her face, its glowing patterns shifting, revealing one flickering mechanical eye. Fox fire crackles around her, its blue and orange flames distorting the air. Her ribboned obi whips in the wind, revealing glimpses of cybernetic plating beneath silk layers. She moves with grace and lethal precision, a warrior of both ancient myth and digital future. The background is a fractured, neon-lit world, where glitching torii gates and floating paper talismans flicker in and out. Chromatic aberration distorts the edges, reality breaking apart as she slashes through the digital void. A disintegration effect spreads along her robes and blade, pixelating into data fragments. HDR lighting enhances her sharp silhouette, merging the elegance of folklore with cyberpunk intensity. A perfect fusion of cyberpunk kitsune warrior aesthetics, captured in stunning high resolution, radiating power and motion.
    A high-resolution cinematic photograph taken from inside a futuristic sci-fi space station, looking out through a massive reinforced observation window into the abyss of space. The interior is dimly lit, with cool-toned emergency lights and holographic displays casting eerie reflections on the metallic floor. monochromatic with neon glitches, neon color pops, geometrical glitches, Beyond the glass, the void is dominated by a surreal celestial anomaly—a swirling black vortex edged with faint gravitational distortions. At its core, a neon orange-red planet or swirling mass of energy seems to break free from the monochromatic universe, its colors bleeding unnaturally into reality. Reality itself appears fractured around the vortex, with sharp-edged neon glitches—cyan and magenta distortions cutting through the station’s view, as if space is malfunctioning. Light bends unnaturally, objects at the periphery stretch and warp, as if being pulled toward the anomaly. The atmosphere is deeply dystopian, an eerie sense of insignificance against a cosmic force that defies all understanding. Hyper-detailed, with intense yet natural-looking sci-fi photographic effects that make the scene feel viscerally real. neon-mist
    A hyperrealistic upper-body portrait of a battle-medic android, captured in a gritty, cinematic 2000s amateur-style photo. His mechanical skull, sleek yet battle-worn, gleams under the flickering light, its surface etched with scars of war. His synthetic optics glow a fractured white, subtle glitches flickering across their surface like dying embers. Faint red cross insignias, faded and distorted by digital interference, mark his plating, a relic of a forgotten duty. Exposed servo motors and hydraulic joints flex beneath a tattered, high-collared medical officer’s coat, its dark fabric clinging to his reinforced endoskeleton, textured with dust, grime, and the ghostly remnants of past battles. The subtle hum of overworked circuits lingers in the air, barely audible beneath the distant echoes of destruction. The lighting is stark yet atmospheric, overexposed highlights clashing with deep, desaturated shadows. The background is a swirling haze, a digital bokeh effect distorting the space behind him, making it unclear whether he stands in reality or the final remnants of a corrupted memory. His expression is unreadable, haunting yet strangely inviting—a medic built for war, caught between salvation and oblivion.
    A hooded figure stands before you, its face entirely consumed by the blinding neon word "KARLANAN," flickering violently with visual glitches. The letters distort and stutter, as if the very word is breaking reality. Behind them, chaotic, glitch-ridden 2D vector flames roar in anime style, repeatedly fracturing and reforming with digital distortions. Lightning strikes pierce the flames, but even the lightning glitches, splitting and flickering unnaturally. The figure’s entire form seems unstable, shifting with glitching pixels and visual tears, adding to the sense of barely-contained fury. The scene vibrates with raw, electric chaos, the glitches multiplying, amplifying the intense, glitch-filled eruption of uncontrollable rage that pulses through the screen.
    A hyperrealistic upper-body portrait of a battle-medic android, captured in a gritty, cinematic in the style of ckcc photo. His mechanical skull, sleek yet battle-worn, gleams under the flickering light, its surface etched with scars of war. His synthetic optics glow a fractured white, subtle glitches flickering across their surface like dying embers. Faint red cross insignias, faded and distorted by digital interference, mark his plating, a relic of a forgotten duty. Exposed servo motors and hydraulic joints flex beneath a tattered, high-collared medical officer’s coat, its dark fabric clinging to his reinforced endoskeleton, textured with dust, grime, and the ghostly remnants of past battles. The subtle hum of overworked circuits lingers in the air, barely audible beneath the distant echoes of destruction. The lighting is stark yet atmospheric, overexposed highlights clashing with deep, desaturated shadows. The background is a swirling haze, a digital bokeh effect distorting the space behind him, making it unclear whether he stands in reality or the final remnants of a corrupted memory. His expression is unreadable, haunting yet strangely inviting—a medic built for war, caught between salvation and oblivion.
    A mesmerizing digital abstract collage blends surrealism, gothic elegance, and intricate detail into a layered composition. At its core, a mystical woman with cascading hair and a glowing crimson mark on her forehead appears fragmented, each overlapping layer revealing different textures and dimensions. Her serene face is partially veiled by swirling, disembodied eyes, shattered into jagged collage pieces with intricate pupils, reminiscent of Max Ernst’s surrealist techniques. Crimson veins stretch from her outstretched hand, weaving through chaotic geometric shards and organic forms, blurring the line between structure and fluidity. The background consists of deep shadows and glowing, fractured textures, adding depth and mystery. Shattered glass, distorted figures, and wisps of smoke merge seamlessly with the figure, creating a hauntingly surreal landscape. A grainy, vintage texture inspired by 1970s dark fantasy aesthetics wraps the entire piece, evoking a retro yet otherworldly atmosphere. Elements of raw illustration, glitch effects, pop art patterns, and sketch-like pencil strokes enhance the dreamlike quality, forming a disjointed yet captivating narrative infused with gothic beauty. in the style of cksc,, fantasy painting
    A ghost in the machine, a soldier on the verge of detonation. His face glitches—fractured, repeating, lagging between agony and cold resolve. His eyes burn like ruptured floodlights, neon beams stabbing through the dark, his mouth a gaping wound of searing white. The light isn’t escaping—it’s devouring him from within, cracking through his corroded plating, tearing him apart pixel by pixel. His body flickers, warping between steel and static, neon scars pulsing like dying circuitry. The air vibrates with a distorted hum, reality bending as his form destabilizes. Glitching shadows stretch unnaturally, his figure collapsing, reforming, seconds from oblivion. Kneeling in the wreckage of his own existence, he prays to nothing. The war is over. He won’t be for much longer.
    A hyperrealistic portrait of a woman with glowing white eyes. The edges of her face dissolve into cascading fragments of black and red text, as though she is disintegrating into a sea of cryptic data. Glitch-like patterns - intersecting red lines and distorted code - blend with her skin. She is caught between the physical and digital worlds. The lighting is cold and minimal, with the white glow of her eyes casting a faint, spectral light onto the fragmented parts of her face. The background is an abyss of dark, fractured digital space, with subtle flashes of red text fragments, enhancing the surreal and haunting atmosphere. Dutch angle. S1n0z1ck style
    A FredFraiStyle close-up of an irresistible anthropomorphic rodent knight, her enormous ears twitching, attuned to every whisper of danger in the neon-lit ruins. Her soft, battle-worn fur glows in the dim light, framed by the cascading flow of her silver mane, catching the ambient shimmer of glitching reflections. She wears a high-collared suit of armor, dented and scratched from countless fights, its intricate engravings laced with the faint shimmer of magical circuitry. Her delicate whiskers twitch as her small yet sharp teeth glint beneath a defiant smirk, her wide, glistening eyes burning with a mix of feral cunning and unwavering determination. A delicate scar traces her cheek beneath a flickering HUD display embedded in her visor—an imperfection that only deepens her allure. Wisps of torn, ethereal fabric cling to her battle-honed form, the remnants of a once-majestic knight’s cloak now interwoven with threads of shimmering energy. The air hums with digital distortion as she braces herself, the ghostly echoes of distant whispers and scurrying claws surrounding her. In the shadowy remains of a fractured city, the ambient glow of neon reflections casts dramatic highlights across her small but fierce features, accentuating the razor’s edge between warrior and survivor.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, ff-desolascape, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    aidmamj6.1, A melancholic portrait of a pale-haired woman dissolving into cascading bands of iridescent light, her closed eyes and long dark lashes evoking a sense of quiet introspection as her form fractures into a prismatic distortion of colors. The ethereal strands of her hair blend seamlessly into an abstract void, where delicate digital artifacts and glitched rainbow hues scatter like celestial fragments, creating a surreal transition between existence and dissolution. Soft gradients of warm blush contrast against the cool abyss, her serene expression floating between dream and reality, a vision suspended in an intricate fusion of anime aesthetics and abstract digital deconstruction. <lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.5:0.6>
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess. In the style of grimmold<lora:Grimmold.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon red and fiery violets, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning grotesque machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk and science fiction with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    A holographic warrior, blinded by a sleek, metallic headband, leans heavily against a massive, fractured glass skyscraper in a dystopian cityscape. His shimmering projection flickers with instability, the translucent armor riddled with cracks and glowing lines of corrupted data. The faint outline of an energy bolt, lodged deep within his back, pulsates erratically, sending ripples of distortion through his digital form. The building behind him towers ominously, its shattered glass panels reflecting fragmented neon lights from the chaos below—burning vehicles, flying drones, and smog-choked skies illuminated by flashes of electric blue and red. His leaning pose exudes both exhaustion and resilience, one hand clutching a glowing energy blade plunged into the ground for support. Smoke coils upward, mingling with digital static in the air, while faint, glitching embers drift around him. Despite his blinded state and failing projection, the warrior’s stance suggests a relentless determination to hold his ground amidst the crumbling cyberpunk dystopia, embodying both vulnerability and defiance in a cinematic, high-tech tableau.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    Crystalline Dysphoria: (Close-up:0.3), abstract expressionist rendering of a fractured being, half-face absent. Adorned in (translucent:1.4) crystal, glitching and cracked. Empty eye sockets convey dystopian atmosphere. (Style of Ismail Inceoglu:1.2), (complex background by Ryan Church:1.3), (Simon Stålenhag influence:1.1)
    (Female humanoid retro-futuristic android wearing bizarre sexy nurse-style outfit portrait:1.1). (Beautiful highly segmented patterned synthetic face made of white plastic porcelain material:1.2). Sleek futuristic look. Highly detailed beautiful glowing expressive human eyes. (Fancy sideswept bob Hairstyle.:1.2). (Robotic Steampunk Body is both mechanical and decayed, with heavy rust and glitching electronics. The aesthetic is surreal, blending cyberpunk dystopia and mechanical decay, utilizing intricate linework and metallic textures a worn weathered cracked off-white surface etched with fine fracture lines and rust stains and fire damage. Hyper-realistic details.:1.2) Segmented panels reveal glimpses of skin, cleavage and retro circuitry and gears beneath. Visible joints, bolts, welding, and seams along cheekbones and forehead. Tangle of obsolete wires. Tubes emerge from her back connecting her to broken rusted damaged machinery. The aesthetic is surreal, blending cyberpunk dystopia and mechanical decay, utilizing intricate linework and metallic textures. Style elements draw from industrial design, surreal futurism, and intricate mechanical detailing, rusted decay. Incorporating the theme of 1970s-80s psychiatry, with elements such as outdated, cold treatment rooms, harshly lit corridors, and the despair that marked this era of mental health care. The overall image combines bleak clinical scenes with an eerily perfect, yet decayed mechanical aesthetic. Glowing red Incandescent bulbs hang on the ceiling. Post apocalyptic industrial accident. Harsh, dramatic lighting emphasizes textures. Photorealistic, Natural atmospheric lighting, intricate details, 35mm photograph, film, professional, 4k visuals, highly detailed, elegant, studio quality.
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess.
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic fractal wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon red and fiery violets, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with high tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented endless cries. The composition is claustrophobic mesmerizing yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon purple and fiery reds, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A ominous glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,(close-up:1.5) Leo and Diane Dillon
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon reds and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,close-up
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but unreachable. She reaches out into the distance. Darker grittier outlines. cosmic and space theme
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but just out of reach, like all the best things, I guess. In the style of grimmold<lora:Grimmold.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic fractal wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon red and fiery violets, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with high tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented endless cries. The composition is claustrophobic mesmerizing yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    An abstract, surreal close-up of Raiden Shogun, rendered with ethereal lighting in a glitch aesthetic. Her stunning features are highlighted: long, flowing violet hair with a soft gradient of purple and blue tones, strands appearing as though they dissolve into glowing light. Her glowing, piercing amethyst eyes radiate an electrifying energy, one of them partially obscured by shattered glass fragments across her face. A faint streak of blood trails from the corners of her glowing eyes, adding a haunting and melancholic depth. Her elegant features are accentuated by her soft yet resolute expression, with parted lips painted in a subtle shade that complements her overall mysterious aura. Raiden wears her iconic battle attire—a sleek mix of black, violet, and metallic accents adorned with intricate floral patterns, seamlessly blending tradition with a futuristic edge. Her ornate electro crest faintly glows, pulsing with energy, and the faint outlines of her katana emerge in the background like a ghostly presence. Thick black liquid pools and ripples in the foreground, with surreal flora twisting and glowing faintly amidst drifting fog. Glass shards scatter across the frame, fracturing reflections and splitting her visage as if she’s caught in a moment of glitching reality. One glowing eye shines defiantly through the broken glass, its intensity cutting through the sadness and darkness. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.9> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.9> <lora:v1v1dr34m:0.7> <lora:aesthetic2-cdo-0.5:0.68> <lora:mythp0rt_FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.68> <lora:ne0nfant4sy_NeonFantasyPrimeFLUX-000049:0.72> <lora:aidmaGLOW-FLUX-V0.1:0.68>
    A ghost in the machine, a soldier on the verge of detonation. His face glitches—fractured, repeating, lagging between agony and cold resolve. His eyes burn like ruptured floodlights, neon beams stabbing through the dark, his mouth a gaping wound of searing white. The light isn’t escaping—it’s devouring him from within, cracking through his corroded plating, tearing him apart pixel by pixel. His body flickers, warping between steel and static, neon scars pulsing like dying circuitry. The air vibrates with a distorted hum, reality bending as his form destabilizes. Glitching shadows stretch unnaturally, his figure collapsing, reforming, seconds from oblivion. Kneeling in the wreckage of his own existence, he prays to nothing. The war is over. He won’t be for much longer.
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon reds and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A ominous glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,(close-up:1.5)
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon blues and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast
    A haunting cyberpunk surrealist scene: a featureless humanoid figure, its face a smooth, blank void, stands amidst a fractured, metallic wasteland. Wires and glowing cables erupt from its body, writhing like serpents, connecting to massive, biomechanical towers in the distance. The sky is a chaotic swirl of neon reds and fiery oranges, crackling with digital distortions and fractured light. The figure's body is partially transparent, revealing an intricate, cybernetic interior filled with pulsing lights and screaming agonizing faces trapped behind glass-like panels. A glowing neon aura surrounds the figure, flickering as if it’s glitching in and out of existence. The air is thick with tension, filled with the hum of malfunctioning machinery and distant echoes of tormented cries. The composition is claustrophobic yet vast, merging the cold detachment of cyberpunk with the existential dread of surrealism, evoking a desperate, silent scream in a digital dystopia. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,asymmetrical compsition,Directional Lighting, ,intricate, highly detailed, high contrast,scifi,gigerpunk,advanced technology,reflections,light particles,close-up
    A ghost in the machine, a soldier on the edge of detonation. His face glitches violently, fractured, flickering between agony and cold, mechanical resolve. His eyes burn like ruptured floodlights, neon beams ripping through the oppressive darkness, his mouth an open wound of blinding white. The light devours him from within, cracking through his corroded armor, tearing him apart, pixel by pixel. His body convulses, warping between twisted metal and frenzied static, neon scars pulsing like dying veins of circuitry. The air hums with a sickening distortion, reality warping, his form flickering and collapsing, barely holding on to existence. Glitching shadows stretch unnaturally, his body a broken frame of broken code, seconds from oblivion. Kneeling amidst the ruins of his own disintegrating self, he whispers to the void. The war has ended, but he remains, a dying echo of what once was.
    A washed-out, overexposed vision—80s city ninja, a lone warrior standing atop the neon-drenched skyline, his form flickering between reality and illusion. The black-and-red palette bleeds into the frame like corrupted filmstock, his silhouette dissolving at the edges, as if the world itself struggles to render him. A headband whips violently in the wind, its motion smearing into glitching afterimages, red streaks tearing through the dark like spectral echoes of past battles. His stance is effortless, poised, yet his presence distorts the very air around him. But the true rupture in reality is the sword. An abomination of scale and presence, the blade is comically vast—so impossibly large that it fractures the skyline, its sheer existence an error in the world’s logic. It flickers between solid steel and digital collapse, its edges unraveling into cascading error codes, fractured light shards, and violent chromatic distortions. The surface doesn’t reflect the city but something else—warped memories, burning red data ghosts, lost battlefields frozen in fragmented time. The sheer weight of it bends space, a gravitational wound bleeding static and visual artifacts. giant sword
    A spectral cyber entity flickers into view, its humanoid form shifting erratically as if caught between dimensions. Its translucent, glass-like body pulses with veins of glowing circuitry, alternating between shades of electric blue and ultraviolet, casting a sharp, haunting glow. The face is a distorted, mask-like visage—an amalgamation of a fractured skull and cascading streams of data symbols that ripple and glitch unpredictably. Bits of its body break apart into floating fragments of light, reforming in chaotic bursts of pixelated static. Surrounding it, a misty aura of distorted holographic light crackles and bends the space around it, creating a warped, dreamlike effect. Trails of fragmented code spiral and evaporate in its wake, as if it’s dissolving into the digital ether. The atmosphere hums with an otherworldly resonance, and the shadows behind the entity ripple with the faint echoes of corrupted signals. It’s a ghostly anomaly, caught between existence and dissolution, radiating both menace and mystique. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts, hkmagic <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.7> <lora:v1v1dr34m:0.68> <lora:aesthetic2-cdo-0.5:0.66> <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.66> <lora:mythp0rt_FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.68> <lora:Dreamy_Illustrations_FLUX_LoRA-000001:0.66>
    A spectral cyber entity flickers into view, its humanoid form shifting erratically as if caught between dimensions. Its translucent, glass-like body pulses with veins of glowing circuitry, alternating between shades of electric blue and ultraviolet, casting a sharp, haunting glow. The face is a distorted, mask-like visage—an amalgamation of a fractured skull and cascading streams of data symbols that ripple and glitch unpredictably. Bits of its body break apart into floating fragments of light, reforming in chaotic bursts of pixelated static. Surrounding it, a misty aura of distorted holographic light crackles and bends the space around it, creating a warped, dreamlike effect. Trails of fragmented code spiral and evaporate in its wake, as if it’s dissolving into the digital ether. The atmosphere hums with an otherworldly resonance, and the shadows behind the entity ripple with the faint echoes of corrupted signals. It’s a ghostly anomaly, caught between existence and dissolution, radiating both menace and mystique. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts, hkmagic <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.7> <lora:v1v1dr34m:0.68>
    Photorealistic Closeup Portrait of a glitching spectral entity, flickering between existence and nothingness. Its form is an unstable mass of neon-lit distortions, shifting erratically with digital artifacts and corrupted pixelation. The figure appears highly translucent, its silhouette constantly phasing in and out, like a broken signal struggling to hold form. Remnants of an ancient suit of armor—fragmented pauldrons, a cracked breastplate, and rusted gauntlets—blink in and out of visibility, their metallic surfaces reflecting erratic neon hues of cyan, magenta, and electric blue. The helmet is shattered, revealing an eerie void where a face should be, pulsing with chaotic energy. Fragments of its form distort with sudden bursts of light, as if reality itself is failing to contain it. The entity clutches a jagged, glitching sword—its blade disintegrating and reforming in rapid, unpredictable sequences. Streaks of neon static crackle along its edges, leaving behind ghostly afterimages with every movement. The entire scene is bathed in unstable, dim neon glows—deep purples, erratic teals, and fractured reds—casting an atmosphere that feels both futuristic and deeply haunted. The figure seems trapped in an endless digital corruption, a lost specter flickering in and out of existence, staring forward with an unreadable, glitching gaze. R3alisticF
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered space, fractured time, and the traveler, passing through the portal. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but he's less a person and more a dream just passing by. Beautiful, but always moving on.
    An abstract and surreal composition depicting the head-to-head meeting of two contrasting worlds: a black cartoon monster with oversized, glowing white eyes and a dreamy, real-life woman. The monster, drawn in a simplified, smooth cartoon style, contrasts sharply with the detailed, ethereal appearance of the woman, whose face exudes mystery and depth. The background is a vibrant monochromatic orange, layered with jagged glitch art, fragmented text, and metallic streaks that merge the digital with the analog. Floating shards of splintered glass and mirrors reflect distorted glimpses of both figures, intensifying the theme of fractured reality. Torn pieces of cartoon books and scattered text fragments weave throughout the background, creating a chaotic yet intricate atmosphere. Smudged paint and gritty textures blend with surreal golden accents, such as veins of light and delicately scattered golden field maple leaves, adding an organic touch to the otherwise surreal and otherworldly scene. The juxtaposition of cartoon simplicity and photorealistic detail creates a striking, dreamlike image. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle.safetensors:0.65>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:0.35>, <lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:zhongfenghuaStyle_FLUX_ Lora.safetensors:0.85>, <lora:Midjourney_-_SemiReal_Dreams_FLUX_LoRA.safetensors:0.5>,
    ff-enhance, ff-comic, Everything feels like it’s barely holding together, shattered glass, fractured spires, and her, caught in the middle of it all. Maybe it’s the glitches or the glow, but she’s less a person and more a memory trying to stay alive. Beautiful, but unreachable. She reaches out into the distance. Darker grittier outlines.
    Closeup Portrait of a glitching spectral entity, flickering erratically between existence and oblivion, but the true horror lies in the weapon it wields. The figure clutches an otherworldly, translucent white-red blade—an abomination of tortured souls, fused into a single, writhing form. The sword pulses with unnatural energy, its surface shifting like liquid glass, distorted faces screaming silently from within. Their expressions twist in agony as if trapped in an endless cycle of torment, each flicker revealing new horrors buried in the weapon’s cursed essence. The blade distorts reality itself, its edges unstable, phasing in and out like corrupted data, leaving behind glitching afterimages of itself. It emits a cold, spectral white glow streaked with deep crimson, staining the surrounding darkness with an eerie, blood-tinged radiance. Where the sword moves, the air fractures with crackling distortions, veins of white and red corruption spreading outward like a digital virus infecting the world around it. The spectral figure wielding it remains a hazy, high-translucent ghost, barely holding form—flickering with pale white static and crimson glitches, its ancient, corroded armor appearing in brief bursts before dissolving into digital snow. But the blade remains solid, real, and insatiably hungry. The atmosphere is saturated with shifting hues of ashen white and deep, pulsing red, a nightmarish digital phantasm trapped between dimensions, forever bound to the cursed blade.
    This digital abstract collage art piece blends surrealism, gothic elegance, and intricate detail into a multi-layered composition. At the center, a mystical woman with cascading hair and a glowing red mark on her forehead is fragmented into overlapping layers, each representing a different texture or dimension. Her serene face is partially obscured by swirling, disembodied eyes that float around her in chaotic, layered patterns. These eyes are broken into sharp, jagged collage pieces, each with intricate pupils, referencing Max Ernst’s surrealist collage techniques. Crimson veins extend from her outstretched hand, woven through a chaotic tangle of geometric fragments and organic shapes. The veins themselves are fragmented into abstract shards, creating tension between the organic and the geometric. The background consists of overlapping planes of darkness and glowing, fractured textures, creating depth. Elements of shattered glass, distorted shapes, and smoky wisps blend with the figure, while a grainy texture inspired by 1970s dark fantasy aesthetics wraps the entire composition in a retro, otherworldly atmosphere. Each collage fragment interacts with others, building a disjointed yet cohesive narrative that evokes surrealism and gothic beauty.,Drawing,Raw drawing,raw illustration,red cheeks,pink cheeks,pop art,pattern art,pencil drawing,sketch,Retro,GLITCH
    A FredFraiStyle close-up of an irresistible anthropomorphic rodent knight, her enormous ears twitching, attuned to every whisper of danger in the neon-lit ruins. Her soft, battle-worn fur glows in the dim light, framed by the cascading flow of her silver mane, catching the ambient shimmer of glitching reflections. She wears a high-collared suit of armor, dented and scratched from countless fights, its intricate engravings laced with the faint shimmer of magical circuitry. Her delicate whiskers twitch as her small yet sharp teeth glint beneath a defiant smirk, her wide, glistening eyes burning with a mix of feral cunning and unwavering determination. A delicate scar traces her cheek beneath a flickering HUD display embedded in her visor—an imperfection that only deepens her allure. Wisps of torn, ethereal fabric cling to her battle-honed form, the remnants of a once-majestic knight’s cloak now interwoven with threads of shimmering energy. The air hums with digital distortion as she braces herself, the ghostly echoes of distant whispers and scurrying claws surrounding her. In the shadowy remains of a fractured city, the ambient glow of neon reflections casts dramatic highlights across her small but fierce features, accentuating the razor’s edge between warrior and survivor.
    a vibrant, art splash digital painting of a bo-cyborgsplash turtle. The turtle's shell, once smooth, is now a fractured mosaic of metallic plates, shimmering with iridescent blues, greens, and purples. Glitches ripple across its surface, like static electricity dancing erratically. Tiny, glowing red LEDs pulse within the gaps of its armor, creating a mesmerizing effect. The background is a swirling vortex of digitized color, with streaks of burnt sienna and electric blue that bleed into each other in a chaotic yet strangely beautiful pattern. Distorted lines and fragmented shapes are overlaid, hinting at a digital malfunction. The overall impression is one of both alien beauty and technological decay, with the clash of futuristic and organic elements. The light source is an ethereal, internal glow emitting from within the cyborg turtle.<lora:boFLUX Cyborgsplash.safetensors:0.8:0.8>
    A surreal abstraction of a golden cathedral submerged in a sea of black liquid, its spires reaching upwards yet fracturing into cascading streams of glitch-like patterns. The intricate baroque designs of the facade twist into pscho_4rt shapes, shimmering with surreal gold highlights that pulse and flicker against the deep black void. Abstract reflections ripple across the liquid surface, distorting reality into a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. The atmosphere is both grandiose and unsettling, blending the elegance of gothic architecture with a chaotic, digital surrealism.
    A close-up of a desolate robotic soldier, his war-torn face frozen in a moment of silence. His metal mask is cracked and corroded, its once-pristine surface now worn down by time and battle. One eye glows faintly, flickering with the last remnants of power, while the other is shattered, leaking thin arcs of electricity into the cold air. A deep scar runs across his synthetic cheek, remnants of past conflicts etched into his very being. His breathless form is framed by the tattered remnants of his cloak, its edges frayed and interwoven with shattered circuits, barely clinging to his massive frame. The ambient glow of distant fires and glitching city lights cast deep shadows across his features, contrasting sharply with bleached red highlights that illuminate the battle-worn edges of his armor. Digital distortion lingers in the air, fractured echoes of long-lost comrades whispering through the static. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of his ruined form, the depth of his silent sorrow. Every tiny dent, every broken wire, every flickering light tells the story of a warrior who has outlived his war, kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting reflection.
    A close-up of a desolate robotic soldier half face covered in shadow, his war-torn face frozen in a moment of wehmütige silence. His metal mask is cracked and corroded, its once-pristine surface now worn down by time and battle. One eye glows faintly, flickering with the last remnants of power, while the other is shattered, leaking thin arcs of electricity into the cold air. A deep scar runs across his synthetic cheek, remnants of past conflicts etched into his very being. His breathless form is framed by the tattered remnants of his cloak, its edges frayed and interwoven with shattered circuits, barely clinging to his massive frame. The ambient glow of distant fires and glitching city lights cast deep shadows across his features, contrasting sharply with bleached red highlights that illuminate the battle-worn edges of his armor. Digital distortion lingers in the air, fractured echoes of long-lost comrades whispering through the static. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of his ruined form, the depth of his silent sorrow. Every tiny dent, every broken wire, every flickering light tells the story of a warrior who has outlived his war, kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting reflection.
    A ghost in the machine, a soldier on the verge of detonation. His face glitches—fractured, repeating, lagging between agony and cold resolve. His eyes burn like ruptured floodlights, neon beams stabbing through the dark, his mouth a gaping wound of searing white. The light isn’t escaping—it’s devouring him from within, cracking through his corroded plating, tearing him apart pixel by pixel. His body flickers, warping between steel and static, neon scars pulsing like dying circuitry. The air vibrates with a distorted hum, reality bending as his form destabilizes. Glitching shadows stretch unnaturally, his figure collapsing, reforming, seconds from oblivion. Kneeling in the wreckage of his own existence, he prays to nothing. The war is over. He won’t be for much longer.
    A close-up of a desolate robotic soldier, his war-torn face frozen in a moment of silence. His metal mask is cracked and corroded, its once-pristine surface now worn down by time and battle. One eye glows faintly, flickering with the last remnants of power, while the other is shattered, leaking thin arcs of electricity into the cold air. A deep scar runs across his synthetic cheek, remnants of past conflicts etched into his very being. His breathless form is framed by the tattered remnants of his cloak, its edges frayed and interwoven with shattered circuits, barely clinging to his massive frame. The ambient glow of distant fires and glitching city lights cast deep shadows across his features, contrasting sharply with bleached red highlights that illuminate the battle-worn edges of his armor. Digital distortion lingers in the air, fractured echoes of long-lost comrades whispering through the static. The camera lingers close—tight framing accentuates the details of his ruined form, the depth of his silent sorrow. Every tiny dent, every broken wire, every flickering light tells the story of a warrior who has outlived his war, kneeling in a moment of quiet, haunting reflection.
    (abstract collage artwork, Art by Sergio Toppi) (digital abstract collage drawing in a stylized, manga-inspired art style) A chaotic fusion of fragmented shapes, bold strokes, and layered textures forms a striking composition. A central female figure with vibrant golden skin emerges from a swirling backdrop of neon cyan, fiery orange, and deep violet. Her long, flowing electric blue hair with a bright magenta ribbon weaves through the fragmented space, merging with torn, overlapping fabric resembling a traditional kimono in intense fuchsia, white, and cobalt blue. Sharp, angular lines and smeared brushstrokes create a sense of motion, with bright splashes of crimson suggesting the presence of liquid. A looming armored figure in metallic gold and jet black hovers in the background, distorted through layered transparencies and fragmented outlines. A large, glowing turquoise circle obscures its face, with piercing white eyes breaking through the abstract haze. The background is a chaotic explosion of ultraviolet, hot pink, and bright yellow, blending rough ink textures with digital glitch effects. Overlapping strokes, collaged paper-like textures, and torn-edge layering enhance the sense of fractured reality. Stark contrasts between fluid motion and rigid geometric shapes create a high-energy, visually electrifying atmosphere..
    (Hyper-realistic portrait of a 20th-century woman with a vintage, early-century flair, bathed in dark, dramatic lighting. She wears an elegant midnight-blue dress with intricate lace embroidery, its delicate patterns shifting subtly as if caught in a surreal glitch. A string of opalescent pearls rests against her collarbone, flickering between reality and abstraction. Her dark, wavy hair is styled in a classic updo, but fragmented distortions ripple through individual strands, blending seamlessly into the surrounding shadows. Her gaze is poised yet slightly disjointed, with deep-set eyes that momentarily fracture, revealing glimpses of an alternate, surreal dimension. The dramatic lighting casts bold, shifting shadows across her high cheekbones, emphasizing both her timeless beauty and the eerie distortions subtly corrupting the image. The background is a chaotic yet harmonious blend of deep purples, electric blues, and fractured sepia tones, layered with abstract textures and glitch-like disruptions that pulse with an ethereal energy. The entire composition blurs the line between classical elegance and digital fragmentation, evoking an unsettling yet mesmerizing fusion of past and future. (mythp0rt, pscho_4rt, surreal, abstract, glitch))
    An expansive, surreal landscape stretching endlessly in a distorted fisheye perspective, bathed in washed-out neon and overexposed anaglyph hues. At the center looms a colossal, ghostly UFO, its sleek, metallic surface shimmering with eerie luminescence. The UFO’s circular core glows ominously, pulling in fragments of reality like gravitational singularities. The surrounding terrain glitches and fractures as if the very fabric of existence is unraveling—vibrant chromatic aberrations bleed through the scene, while flickering white burns and ghostly light leaks pulse with chaotic energy. Jagged mountains, twisted forests, and crumbling ruins warp toward the UFO, drawn in by its inescapable pull, their edges dissolving into shimmering pixelated fragments. The sky is a turbulent canvas of bleeding reds, electric blues, and glitching violet hues, as distant black holes bend the light around them, distorting the horizon into a dreamlike, broken reflection of a crumbling digital reality.

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