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    An elderly woman wearing a long, tattered black coat and an old-fashioned top hat. She holds a black, slightly broken umbrella in one hand, while a small gray rat sits perched on her right shoulder, its tail curling down her back. The woman's face is wrinkled and mischievous, with narrow eyes and a sharp nose. Her posture is slightly hunched, and her hands are thin and bony. The setting is a dark, narrow alleyway at night, with dim streetlights casting long shadows. The atmosphere is eerie and mysterious, with a hint of mischievousness in the air. <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.8> MythP0rt, <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.33> detailmaximizer,
    A dark and dramatic depiction of an undead rogue crouching menacingly. His tall, wiry frame is both skeletal and muscular, with sinewy limbs and ribs glowing faintly with neon light beneath his almost black, textured skin that shimmers with a subtle violet hue. His face is obscured by a rough, rusted metal helmet with a grated visor, adding an air of mystery and menace. Sitting in a low, crouched position with wide shoulders hunched forward, he rests his elongated, bony arms on his bent knees. His long, sinewy fingers clutch two jagged daggers that glint faintly in the warm, dramatic lighting. Strapped across his back are crossed katana blades, their handles worn and wrapped in tattered cloth. His shoulders and upper arms emit a faint, smoky vapor, creating an eerie, almost spectral effect. The background is enveloped in a swirling mist and darkness, pierced by a chiaroscuro lighting effect that casts warm highlights and deep shadows across his form. The environment is ominous, cloaked in hazy gloom, with the warm light illuminating his form and highlighting the gritty, sinister details of his undead presence
    Deep within a shadowy forest, a necromancer with pale gray skin and piercing ice-blue eyes reclines on a throne of twisted roots as she watches her skeleton minions perform an impromptu play. The skeletal actors wear crude costumes made of tattered cloth and twigs, their bony jaws clacking together as they deliver overly dramatic lines in squeaky, echoing voices. Surrounding the necromancer, glowing blue will-o’-the-wisps hover in the air, casting a soft, eerie light over the scene and highlighting the smirk playing on her lips. Her raven companion, perched on her shoulder, caws in what sounds like laughter as one skeleton trips and its skull rolls across the forest floor, only to be hurriedly retrieved and reattached. The necromancer’s dark robes shimmer faintly with magical runes, and her staff glows dimly as she casually twirls it in one hand. The forest itself seems alive, with twisted trees leaning in as though they, too, are captivated by the performance. Despite the macabre setting, the moment is lighthearted and strangely warm, filled with laughter that echoes among the shadows. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.4><lora:Flux DetailerV2:0.5>
    The undead Saint, an ancient skeletal figure clad in regal religious regalia, sits atop a mobile altar, his bony fingers clutching a staff adorned with dark symbols. Surrounded by an aura of skulls and occult fetishes, he presides over the shadows, his empty eye sockets glowing with a malevolent light. Two robed cultists bear the altar on their shoulders, their faces hidden, devoted entirely to their macabre burden., in the style of the decaying empire of Würstreich, dark magic and grotesque creatures abound, inspired by Sean Aaberg's punk aesthetic, dark fantasy world combines grim landscapes with vibrant, exaggerated colorful art, heroes skirmish monstrous foes in a setting where rebellion, decay, and mysticism intertwine, crafting a unique, immersive vibe
    expanding Pixel, glitching, 3d Game Art, dots, voxel style, neon-mist White dust, monochromatic with neon orange color pops, A close-up of a DARK skeleton warrior, His bony Joints dust AS He punches with with unrestrained joy. His layered, deep black glitching death metal Style armor drapes over his shoulders in soft, flowing folds, delicate lace and tiny wooden Skull buttons peeking through the fabric. Wisps of vibrant death magic escape his hollow eyes, catching the light like strands of golden thread. The cold desatured White Milky Mist and Pops of neon orange hues of the scene wash over him like late afternoon sunlight, casting everything in a nostalgic glow. He lifts a gun playfully, the wide sleeves of his dress swaying, as if he’s mid Battle, sharing pain only the death can carry. neon-mist
    thepaintedrealm. An awe-inspiring oil painting of a skeletal warrior, standing tall before the greatest battle of his unholy existence. His colossal, jagged sword, far too large for any mortal, rests heavily on his bony shoulder, its darkened blade chipped yet still thirsting for war. His armor—black and blood-red—is a grotesque cage of thorns, the spikes so unnaturally long they coil and twist like cursed roots, dripping with the remnants of past battles. Hollow eye sockets burn with a crimson glow, a silent promise of destruction. Behind him, storm clouds churn like a raging abyss, and the faint, dying light of a blood-red sun casts jagged shadows across the battlefield.
    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.
    A dystopian close-up portrait in a surreal, apocalyptic cyberpunk setting, under a gritty, bleached beige and blue-turquoise misty desert sunset. The focus is on a frail, emaciated hooded woman wearing a bulky, outdated virtual reality headset. Her halflong, greasy, unkempt hair falls unevenly around her gaunt, hollow face, framed by cracked lips and pale, shadowed eyes. Her old, tattered t-shirt clings loosely to her bony shoulders and collarbones, emphasizing her fragile state. Strapped to her back is a sci-fi backpack bristling with mechanical arms and tentacle-like electronic constructs, their sleek metallic surfaces glowing faintly with neon Green and red light. The constructs writhe and coil with a life of their own, extending and retracting in intricate patterns, their movements synchronized like a cybernetic organism. The headset emits faint neon green and orange highlights that cast ghostly, fractured light patterns across her face and neck, glinting like shattered rainbows. In the background, a hazy sandstorm swirls with glowing particles, creating heat distortions and a surreal atmosphere. Faint iridescent veins of black, amber, and teal energy seem to pulse faintly from the air itself, blending with the misty light. The lighting is dark and atmospheric, with sharp contrasts that emphasize every crease and hollow on her face. The surrounding desert is barely visible, shrouded in a gritty, cyberpunk sandstorm.
    thepaintedrealm. An awe-inspiring oil painting of a skeletal warrior, standing tall before the greatest battle of his unholy existence. His colossal, jagged sword, far too large for any mortal, rests heavily on his bony shoulder, its darkened blade chipped yet still thirsting for war. His armor—black and blood-red—is a grotesque cage of thorns, the spikes so unnaturally long they coil and twist like cursed roots, dripping with the remnants of past battles. Hollow eye sockets burn with a crimson glow, a silent promise of destruction. Behind him, storm clouds churn like a raging abyss, and the faint, dying light of a blood-red sun casts jagged shadows across the battlefield.

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