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    Mexican man, man look like Charles Bronson chaman with dark hair, dressed as a mexican cowboy with sun glasses and old face, he is looking at side seeing a moon and sun eclipse. Behind him You can see a raven flying freely and happy, You can SEE to a volcano erupting thunders and music waves in a electric atmosphere. Text: "Rey trueno"
    foggy, surreal dream, double exposure, living in a thunder cloud,, bo-cityscape, bo-exposure, bo-cyberpunk, bo-steampunk, bo-abyss, a highly detailed, hyper-realistic cgi rendering of a human head with a humanoid face, the head is intricately designed with a smooth, metallic surface, featuring numerous mechanical components and cables, giving it a lifelike appearance, the central figure is a face-like structure, with a prominent nose and a small, glowing red eye, the components are numerous, including small, cylindrical objects, wires, and small, black, rectangular panels with intricate details, all of which are attached to the head, the person's head is covered in intricate, metallic textures, suggesting a high-tech or advanced technology, the background is a solid, dark black, which contrasts sharply with the metallic structure, making the subject the focal point of the image, the lighting is soft and diffused, creating a dramatic effect that highlights the intricate details of the human head and the mechanical components, the overall style is highly polished and realistic, with meticulous attention to detail and texture, making it a captivating and immersive experience<lora:Flux\boFLUX In the Sky v2.safetensors:0.6:0.6> <lora:Flux\boFLUX digital-abyss.safetensors:0.6:0.6>
    a dramatic, cinematic photograph of a majestic white horse in full gallop, its mane and tail flowing in the wind, as it thunders across a deserted midnight beach, illuminated only by the soft, ethereal glow of a full moon hanging low in the sky, casting a silver-blue light on the waves, which sparkle like a million glittering diamonds as they crash beneath the horse's pounding hooves, sending plumes of foamy spray high into the air, frozen in a moment of dynamic movement, with the horse's muscles rippling beneath its sleek coat, its eyes bright and wild, and its nostrils flared, capturing the raw energy and freedom of the moment in stunning black and white.
    In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, bathed in the eerie glow of a moon concealed behind thick, swirling clouds, strides a colossal dragonhound with translucent beautiful woven antler. Its massive paws thunder across the moss-covered ground as it moves effortlessly through the landscape, its transparent body nearly vanishing in the vast expanse of stars above. The creature’s form is translucent, barely visible against the endless cosmic canvas, with starlight piercing through its ethereal silhouette, casting a soft glow from within. The dragonhound’s faintly shimmering body takes on hues of deep blue and violet, refracting the distant starlight as it moves. Soft, iridescent mushrooms, glowing faintly in deep purple and emerald hues, sprout from the back of the massive beast, casting brief flickers of light that dance across the shadows of the forest floor. Its eyes, luminous and full of ancient wisdom, gleam as they gaze out from the shifting form, reflecting the brilliance of distant galaxies. The forest around it stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of twisted, ancient trees wrapped in dark, velvety moss, their branches reaching toward the sky like shadowed fingers. Hints of deep turquoise and dark purple swirl in the air, blending into the atmosphere, as though the entire realm is bathed in a palette of deep, enchanted twilight. The dragonhound’s silhouette moves gracefully through this dreamlike landscape, a serene giant in the midst of the cosmic night.
    Old national geographic grainy photography, fined grain photo : Render an image of a staff made from twisted, ancient oak, its surface etched with runes that crackle with electric energy. The wood is dark and weathered, with veins of glowing blue light running through it like lightning captured in wood. The top of the staff is crowned with a swirling orb of storm clouds, from which tiny bolts of lightning periodically strike out, illuminating the area with flashes of brilliant light. A hand grips the staff, with arcs of electricity spiraling down the arm, casting sparks into the air. The background is blurred into a dark, stormy sky, with flashes of lightning and rolling thunder creating a sense of immense, dynamic power, as if the staff is channeling the very essence
    In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, bathed in the eerie glow of a moon concealed behind thick, swirling clouds, strides a colossal dragonhound with translucent beautiful woven antler. Its massive paws thunder across the moss-covered ground as it moves effortlessly through the landscape, its transparent body nearly vanishing in the vast expanse of stars above. The creature’s form is translucent, barely visible against the endless cosmic canvas, with starlight piercing through its ethereal silhouette, casting a soft glow from within. The dragonhound’s faintly shimmering body takes on hues of deep blue and violet, refracting the distant starlight as it moves. Soft, iridescent mushrooms, glowing faintly in deep purple and emerald hues, sprout from the back of the massive beast, casting brief flickers of light that dance across the shadows of the forest floor. Its eyes, luminous and full of ancient wisdom, gleam as they gaze out from the shifting form, reflecting the brilliance of distant galaxies. The forest around it stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of twisted, ancient trees wrapped in dark, velvety moss, their branches reaching toward the sky like shadowed fingers. Hints of deep turquoise and dark purple swirl in the air, blending into the atmosphere, as though the entire realm is bathed in a palette of deep, enchanted twilight. The dragonhound’s silhouette moves gracefully through this dreamlike landscape, a serene giant in the midst of the cosmic night.
    ne0nfant4sy, A space-faring knight, clad in sleek, silver armor etched with glowing runes, grips an energy blade with one hand and a mystic shield with the other. His dark skin shimmers with sweat under the harsh glare of twin suns, and his sharp, piercing blue eyes reflect both the cosmos and the magic he wields. His braided, jet-black hair is pulled back tight beneath his helm, which glows faintly with embedded circuitry. The blade in his hand hums with both futuristic plasma energy and ancient enchantment, casting an eerie green light on the barren, alien landscape around him. Strange, luminescent flora sprouts from the cracked ground, while a distant, colossal spaceship floats on the horizon, silhouetted against a nebula-filled sky. The runes on his armor pulse with each breath, synchronizing with his heartbeat, as tiny holographic glyphs swirl around his feet. His expression is resolute, ready for battle, as the line between magic and technology blurs in the air around him. Above him, metallic dragons, part machine, part myth, soar through the alien sky, their roars echoing like thunder.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A surreal dark fantasy castle towering against a stormy night sky, its spires twisted and jagged like claws reaching for the heavens. The castle is perched precariously atop a craggy cliff, surrounded by cascading waterfalls of glowing crimson liquid that shimmer faintly in the moonlight. The rain falls in sheets, creating rippling reflections on the slick, black stone bridges and cobblestone pathways leading to the castle gates. The architecture is a haunting blend of Gothic and otherworldly, with windows emitting a soft, eerie green glow and grotesque gargoyles that seem alive, their eyes faintly pulsating with dim light. In the foreground, a lone figure cloaked in shadows approaches, holding a lantern that flickers unnaturally, casting spirals of light and shadow. The background reveals faint silhouettes of colossal, shadowy creatures wading through the rain, their shapes partially obscured by the mist. Above, the thunderous sky is illuminated by violent streaks of purple lightning, revealing fragmented constellations that look broken, as if the night sky itself is cracking apart. Strange bioluminescent vines crawl up the castle walls, casting an ethereal glow, while spectral crows circle above, their cries echoing in the damp, heavy air. The entire scene feels like a dream teetering on the edge of a nightmare, surreal yet hypnotic in its beauty.
    Hearing materialized voices, disembodied and sharp, as if they pierce through the fabric of thought, each one a ghostly whisper weaving through the corridors of the mind. The illusions swarm, relentless in their intrusion, distorting perception, filling the mind with visions and sounds that blur the line between the real and the imagined. The struggle to separate reality from dream is a never-ending battle, like a storm that rages within the skull, thunderous and deafening, drowning every moment in confusion and dread. Pain claws at the soul, an unbearable weight, a twisting knot that seems to tighten with every heartbeat, leaving nothing but the gnawing ache of helplessness. Each attempt to find refuge is met with the jagged edges of delusion, and the peace once sought feels as distant as a star lost in an endless void. Clarity slips like sand through trembling fingers, and the mind, so desperately craving calm, drowns in the chaotic cacophony. Hope, once a flicker, now slips away like water through the cracks of a crumbling dam, vanishing into the abyss of a life trapped in endless spirals. The world itself twists and reshapes, a labyrinth with no exit, where every turn leads deeper into the unknown. A sense of unreality coats every moment, as though the mind itself is unraveling, spiraling further from itself, desperately reaching for something solid, only to grasp air. In this ceaseless struggle, nothing remains constant, and the very fabric of existence seems to bend and break with each passing thought.
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    high resolution shooting, front view, bloody red color, A WOMAN figure, upper body, empty eyes, gaze, staring camera, vibrant red thunder figure head, mimicking a thunder-like formation, figure wears a avant-garde black clothes, enigmatic scene is set against a minimalist, soft lighting to enhance the mystical atmosphere, reinterpretation of reality, creative photographic technique, hyper realism, rich detailing
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    (masterpiece), best quality, The colossal silhouette of Godzilla looms over the city, casting a monstrous shadow as buildings tremble beneath the weight of impending chaos. With each thunderous step, the ground quakes, sending shockwaves through the urban landscape. Roaring defiantly, Godzilla unleashes a torrent of atomic breath, searing through the sky and setting skyscrapers ablaze. The city's once vibrant skyline transforms into a fiery tableau of destruction, with billowing smoke and ash painting a grim picture of the relentless rampage. The iconic roar of the behemoth echoes through the canyons of concrete and steel, drowning out the panicked cries of the fleeing populace. As Godzilla's colossal tail sweeps through the city, structures crumble like fragile dominos, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. Emergency sirens wail in desperation, barely audible over the chaos. The military mobilizes, firing futile salvos at the colossal creature, but its thick, armored scales prove impervious. In the midst of the chaos, Godzilla's primal fury remains unabated, a force of nature reshaping the once thriving metropolis into a landscape of desolation and despair.
    ne0nfant4sy, In a hidden vale between worlds, a council of elementals gathers around an ancient stone table. Each being embodies the pure essence of their element: a figure of living flame, a torrent of water given humanoid form, a swirling vortex of air, and a towering giant of earth and stone. At the table's center, a small sapling grows, its leaves shimmering with the potential of all things. The elemental lords debate in languages of thunder, flowing water, and rustling leaves, their decisions shaping the very fabric of reality. Surrounding them, the landscape shifts constantly, one moment a fiery volcanic field, the next a lush forest, then a barren desert, reflecting the ebb and flow of their cosmic discussion. Observing from the shadows, a figure cloaked in void-like darkness watches, representing the balance that must be maintained. This scene captures the primal forces that shape existence and the delicate equilibrium between creation and destruction.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A cyborg-like cat with fluffy and white and black fur, a cybernetic implant on his left eye, and a futuristic military uniform is seen on the screen. He is wearing a dark purple cape with black and grey details, and a pin with a yellow thunder symbol. The background is a solid orange color. The text on the screen below the character reads, "ALL YOUR BUZZ ARE BELONG TO US." The text on the screen above the character reads, "CONGLATURATION". The scene has an 8-bit or 16-bit pixel art style, with a retro sci-fi aesthetic typical of early 1990s video games.
    the background is a landscape of a cyberpunk massive city like Kowloon Walled City at night, drizzling with thunders in the dark sky, futuristic flying cars abound on the top of the buildings, BREAK, the foreground is a cyberpunk balcony with a chair and table with a cyborg girl sitting on the chair with her legs crossed and looking up at the horizon, BREAK, she has an hourglass body shape, perfect rounded breasts and well-tuned legs, shot with a Sony Fx6, hyper ultra realistic, blade runner and ghost in the shell style
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the ruins of an ancient castle, a knight adorned in gleaming steel holds his shield high, the red rose symbol at its center stark against the dark stone walls. A hulking, armored giant swings a massive mace toward him, the air around it crackling with raw force. The knight’s shield intercepts the blow, sparks flying as the mace meets the steel surface with a thunderous crash. The knight's grip tightens, his muscles straining beneath his armor as he absorbs the impact, feet digging into the stone floor to hold his ground. Dust and debris swirl around him, the remnants of shattered pillars and crumbled walls, yet the red rose on his shield remains untouched, glowing like a beacon amidst the chaos. Sunlight filters through the cracked ceiling, casting rays of light onto the battlefield, illuminating the knight’s unwavering stance. His eyes, visible through his visor, burn with determination as he glares up at his foe, his sword at the ready in his other hand. The castle’s ancient banners, tattered and forgotten, flutter weakly in the wind as the battle between man and beast continues, each moment hanging in delicate balance.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    High above the parched deserts of the frontier, the Ironclad Zeppelin cuts through the clouds, its massive, steam-powered engines roaring like thunder. This airborne fortress, a marvel of brass and steel, is the pride of the sky pirates who call it home. The Zeppelin is armed to the teeth with cannons that fire enchanted shells capable of ripping through both airships and the fabric of reality itself. Its hull is reinforced with plates of iron and covered in intricate carvings of forgotten runes that glow with an eerie blue light. Inside, the crew—an eclectic mix of outlaws, engineers, and occultists—live in a maze of twisting corridors and steam-filled chambers, where every turn holds a new secret. The Zeppelin's captain, a fearsome figure known only as The Iron Widow, rules with an iron fist, her mechanical arm crackling with electric power as she plots her next raid on the riches of the land below.
    thepaintedrealm. This is a surreal oil painting created in an expressive, impressionistic style. The artwork features a colossal beast—part lion, part tempest—standing atop a jagged, windswept cliff. Its fur shimmers like a raging storm, woven from deep indigos, electric blues, and streaks of silver lightning that crackle and pulse with raw energy. Its flowing mane swirls like a cyclone, shifting between translucent clouds and solid form, while glowing violet eyes pierce through the darkened sky with an intense, otherworldly presence. The background is a world split between two realms. On the left, a swirling vortex of endless twilight, painted in deep blues and purples, stretches toward the horizon. Wisps of spectral mist coil through the air, drawn toward the lion like an unseen force. On the right, a shattered sky of neon pink and emerald green burns with unnatural auroras, casting an eerie luminescence over jagged mountains. The ground trembles under the beast’s paws, its energy distorting the fabric of reality itself. Between these realms, the Stormborn Colossus stands as a force of nature—neither hero nor destroyer, but a harbinger of change. Thunder echoes in the distance, and the sky itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for the moment when the storm will break.
    painterly style with soft cel-shaded lighting and detailed stylized rendering of a solitary tabby cat in a rain-soaked trench coat stands on a dimly lit street corner, an old-fashioned streetlamp casting long shadows as rain pours down, bouncing off the cat's wide-brimmed hat, in the distance, the neon sign of a run-down diner flickers weakly, the soft hum of rain against the pavement mixes with the distant rumble of thunder, the cat’s whiskers twitch as it pulls a small, crumpled photograph from the pocket of its coat, gazing at it under the dim light, the city skyline looms in the background, casting an eerie, noir-like atmosphere over the scene<lora:story_game_art.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A wheeled fortress resembling a gigantic turtle rumbles down a road made of pulsating, fleshy material that stretches endlessly across a barren, alien wasteland. The fortress is covered in spiked armor and bristling with cannons, its surface scarred from countless battles. The road itself seems alive, undulating and shifting slightly under the weight of the vehicle, its surface glowing faintly with a deep, pulsing red light. Surrounding the road, jagged rock formations rise like broken teeth, their surfaces covered in strange, glowing glyphs that seem to watch the vehicle as it passes. The sky above is an ominous swirl of gray and green, crackling with intermittent bursts of lightning that illuminate the desolate landscape. The fortress’ engines roar like distant thunder, sending plumes of black smoke into the air as it powers forward. Strange, spindly creatures scuttle across the rocks, their glowing eyes fixed on the massive vehicle. The air is thick with tension, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on everything in sight. Far ahead, the road disappears into a swirling vortex of shadow and light, its destination unknown. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. , ,meiman_style,This is a retro comic book style digital illustration, <lora:meimanstylev2:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    A tempestuous sylph who embodies the raw power of the skies, standing atop a jagged cliff overlooking the swirling mists of the Fae Realm. Her flowing, storm-gray hair crackles with streaks of lightning, and her piercing silver eyes glow like the heart of a storm. She wears armor forged from storm-forged metal and adorned with whorls of glowing blue energy. Her translucent, wind-like wings ripple with the energy of a gale, constantly shifting as if caught in an eternal wind. In her hand, she wields a staff crowned with a crystal orb that crackles with electric energy. Around her, the air hums with the power of a brewing storm, and faint echoes of thunder roll in the distance.
    hyper-detailed, modernretroanime, Anime, anime screencap, cel shading, aidmaDarkGothicAnime, In a meticulously detailed anime style, picture a lithe, cybernetically enhanced woman clad in a sculpted exoskeleton reminiscent of the first reference image’s intricately segmented plating, her sleek form interwoven with glowing circuitry that evokes the electric lines and neon geometry of the second and third references. The exoskeleton’s surface is etched with microchip-like patterns, each line pulsing faintly in alternating hues of cobalt and magenta, creating an entrancing interplay of color across the armor’s metallic finish. Cables and fiber-optic strands wrap around her limbs, feeding into ports at her spine and shoulders, while the high collar of her suit frames her sharp jawline and emphasizes the refined angles of her face. A close-fitting helmet rests around her temples, leaving the top of her head exposed to reveal a tight, high bun, small tubes and cables winding through the dark hair. The woman’s expression is resolute yet tinged with curiosity, her cybernetic eyes flickering with prismatic lights that mirror the swirling circuit motifs on her plating. She strikes a commanding pose by planting both feet firmly, left leg slightly bent at the knee, and tilting her torso forward with her right arm extended diagonally out, palm open and glowing lines radiating from the forearm to the fingertips, while her left arm remains bent at the elbow near her waist, gauntlet angled to display the luminous wires embedded in the metal plating, making sure no portion of her head is cropped out, preserving the intense focus on her face and the intricacy of her mechanical armor. The environment is a massive data center labyrinth, where the floor is a transparent panel revealing an ever-shifting mosaic of glowing circuits reminiscent of the second and third references, forming an ever-evolving tapestry of neon pathways. Towering server racks encircle her, their surfaces glimmering with streams of digital code and flashing lights, while overhead, a vaulted ceiling of translucent panels reveals a swirling, futuristic skyline in perpetual night. Sporadic bursts of electricity arc across the catwalks, crackling with energy that matches the pulses of her exoskeleton’s internal systems. Holographic displays project floating schematics of her armor’s blueprint, the lines converging around her body as though calibrating her next move. A faint mechanical hum resonates through the air, underpinned by the soft whir of cooling fans, and the overhead lights dim intermittently, casting shifting shadows that accentuate the armor’s curved plating and the complex interlocking joints at her elbows and knees. Each time she shifts her weight, the fiber-optic cables along her spine flare with renewed brightness, as though feeding off the environment’s data streams. The luminous lines tracing her limbs flicker in tandem with the faint, distant thunder of an energy surge in the far corner of the data center. Despite the swirling chaos of digital noise, she remains calm, her face betraying neither fear nor hesitation, only a sharp, almost predatory focus on some distant threat. In that single, continuous moment, every detail—from the neon lines on her armor to the symmetrical circuit patterns beneath her feet—forms a kinetic tapestry of advanced technology and unstoppable resolve, capturing the essence of a warrior forged by the marriage of human will and electronic might. <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.4> <lora:MelkorMancin-FLUX:0.4> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.6>
    A tattered leather-bound grimoire lies open atop a blackened stone pedestal at the summit of a shattered mountain, surrounded by jagged floating islands suspended in a storm-torn sky. The book’s pages, inked with symbols that shift and flicker like dying embers, turn on their own as if searching for a forgotten spell. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and in the farthest reaches of the sky, colossal winged shapes move in slow, deliberate circles, watching. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1
    In an 8K, high-quality action scene, a playful wizard surfs through space on a crocodile, leaving a bright neon violet and green trail behind him as well as lightning and thunders. His long beard and colorful crimson robes flow in the cosmic wind as he stands on the gator like back like a surfboard. Stars and planets zoom by, while his eyes sparkle with joy and adventure. The scene is vibrant and real, real life picture, galaxies, plantes and stars, nebula, real life wizard, cinematic picture, high quality picture, long gray beard, wizard hat, 3d glasses, trippy
    The Behemoth, a towering beast of unstoppable strength, stands amid a vast and desolate landscape, its muscular frame casting an enormous shadow over the land. Its thick, armored hide, a fusion of hardened flesh and stone-like plates, reflects the golden light of a setting sun. Massive legs, like the trunks of ancient trees, support its unimaginable weight, each step causing the earth to tremble. Its colossal head, crowned with curved horns, surveys the land with piercing, ancient eyes, deep and knowing. Steam rises from its nostrils as it exhales, shaking the air like distant thunder. A tail, as powerful as a cedar tree, sweeps behind it, capable of leveling forests in a single motion. The surrounding land is shaped by its presence—rivers carve new paths around its feet, trees bow under the pressure of its movements, and mountains seem smaller in comparison. No man, no weapon, no force on earth can challenge it. Behemoth is not just a creature; it is a living testament to divine power, a beast that roams untouched, answerable only to its Creator. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythology, awe-inspiring scale, primal and untamed wilderness, epic divine creature, dark and moody composition
    A group of Native American warriors stand on the golden sands of a secluded beach, their dark silhouettes outlined against the shimmering ocean waves. Their muscular forms are poised in tense anticipation, gripping long wooden spears adorned with feathers and carvings. Their deep, watchful eyes are fixed on the horizon, where a massive Spanish colonial ship with towering masts looms in the near distance, its sails billowing under the weight of the ocean wind. The unmistakable Red Spanish Cross is emblazoned on the white fabric, a stark symbol of foreign arrival. Behind the warriors, the lush, untamed jungle rises with thick foliage, towering palm trees, and vines draping from the dense canopy. Sunlight pierces through the stormy clouds above, casting a golden glow on the misty treetops. The air is heavy with humidity, the scent of saltwater and wet earth mingling with the distant call of tropical birds. The ocean stretches infinitely beyond, its deep blue surface rippling under the weight of an approaching storm. Dark clouds roll in from the horizon, and a distant rumble of thunder echoes across the waves. The Spanish ship, partially veiled by mist and sea spray, appears both majestic and ominous, its cannons lining the deck like silent threats. The warriors, clad in loincloths and traditional garments, have war paint streaked across their faces, their bare feet sinking into the wet sand. Some hold their spears upright, while others have them angled toward the sea, ready for whatever comes next. Their stance is unyielding, a powerful display of unity against the unknown force that approaches their land. <lora:CinematicStyleFlux_v1:1>
    An enormous, fearsome nine-tailed fox towering above a burning village, Kurama unleashes chaos and destruction with every movement. His fiery orange fur glows under the stormy night sky, casting an intense light over the landscape. Each of his nine massive tails whip through the air like raging storms, leveling buildings and uprooting trees. His red eyes blaze with fury, glowing as they reflect the destruction he has wrought. Dark clouds swirl around him, crackling with lightning as if nature itself is reacting to his fury. In the distance, ninja warriors prepare to engage, but the towering beast seems unstoppable, its roars reverberating like thunder across the land. The scene is filled with dramatic shadows and intense lighting, amplifying the terror and awe inspired by the giant fox.
    mythp0rt, ArsMJStyle, impressionism, extremely detailed, smooth and sharp, A surreal dark fantasy castle towering against a stormy night sky, its spires twisted and jagged like claws reaching for the heavens. The castle is perched precariously atop a craggy cliff, surrounded by cascading waterfalls of glowing crimson liquid that shimmer faintly in the moonlight. The rain falls in sheets, creating rippling reflections on the slick, black stone bridges and cobblestone pathways leading to the castle gates. The architecture is a haunting blend of Gothic and otherworldly, with windows emitting a soft, eerie green glow and grotesque gargoyles that seem alive, their eyes faintly pulsating with dim light. In the foreground, a lone figure cloaked in shadows approaches, holding a lantern that flickers unnaturally, casting spirals of light and shadow. The background reveals faint silhouettes of colossal, shadowy creatures wading through the rain, their shapes partially obscured by the mist. Above, the thunderous sky is illuminated by violent streaks of purple lightning, revealing fragmented constellations that look broken, as if the night sky itself is cracking apart. Strange bioluminescent vines crawl up the castle walls, casting an ethereal glow, while spectral crows circle above, their cries echoing in the damp, heavy air. The entire scene feels like a dream teetering on the edge of a nightmare, surreal yet hypnotic in its beauty.
    In a hauntingly atmospheric setting, immerse yourself in an ultra-detailed, hyper-realistic illustration of a colossal, ancient tree, its gnarled roots twisting out of the rich, dark earth like the fingers of some primordial creature reaching for the sky. The branches, grotesquely contorted and sprawling, stretch outward with a sense of both majesty and foreboding, silhouetted against a tumultuous stormy sky awash in blood-red hues that flicker ominously as if reflecting impending doom. Nestled within the hollow of this massive tree is a decaying mansion, its once-grand façade now worn and weathered. The cracked windows flicker with a dim, ghostly light that dances eagerly, casting eerie shadows that seem alive against the backdrop of rumbling thunder. A low-angle, worm's-eye view captures the overwhelming majesty of the tree, making it appear as if it towers into infinity, dwarfing the crumbling structure below. Amidst the shadows, ghostly figures emerge, their outlines shimmering and ephemeral, teasing just beyond the edges of perception as they loom among the roots, adding a chilling sense of mystery. The surrounding fog swirls like a living tapestry, weaving in and out with ethereal faces that whisper secrets of the past, their expressions both sorrowful and sinister. The scene is bathed in a sickly, pale moonlight that struggles to penetrate the thickness of the fog, casting dramatic shadows that dance and flutter, enhancing the already eerie atmospher.aidmaHyperrealism
    In this abstract and colorful photograph, we witness an awe-inspiring visual feast. The background is a complex cosmic portal, resembling the divine gate leading to unknown worlds. It possesses endless depth and radiates an awe-inspiring light. At the center of the frame stands an idol girl knight clad in shining armor, wielding the power of thunder and lightning. She is not only a brave warrior but also a symbol of the miraculous existence at this moment. Her figure stands out vividly against the abstract background, as if traversing between reality and fantasy. The design of the knight's armor incorporates futuristic geometric shapes, with each metal plate shimmering in different lights, akin to the brightest stars in the night sky. Her eyes sparkle with determination and dream-like light, seemingly conveying a belief that transcends reality to the viewer. Surrounded by the power of thunder and lightning, the knight seems to embody this force, condensing it into beams of electric light that break through numerous obstacles directly towards the divine gate. This is not just a physical crossing but also symbolizes a breakthrough on a spiritual level. The entire scene is imbued with a surreal atmosphere, allowing one to feel both the power and beauty of artistic charm. It abstractly expresses the theme of an idol girl lightning knight breaking into the divine gate, while also exploring the combination of creative thinking and visual art. This photograph, with its unique perspective, rich colors, and profound meaning, successfully takes viewers into a world that is both familiar yet unfamiliar, allowing one to feel a limitless yearning for the unknown and a pursuit of beauty amidst the admiration. 8k,uhd,hdr,best quality,hyper detail,ray tracing,cinematic feel,professional photography lighting. midjourneyv6.1.
    A hyper-detailed, dark fantasy portrait of a spectral warrior, whose armor is fused with glowing organic textures and fractal designs. His one, large glowing eye shines through a cracked helmet, while sharp, ghostly teeth grin beneath it. The warrior’s form is wreathed in a swirling mist of glowing blue energy, with thunderous light cracking in the distant dark sky. Small, floating, ethereal orbs encircle his head, giving him an eerie, ancient aura. Glowing runes are etched into his armor, pulsating with necromantic power, while a faint atmospheric haze surrounds him, amplifying the contrast between his spectral form and the dark, chaotic setting. The scene feels like a clash between the realms of life and death.
    In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, bathed in the eerie glow of a moon concealed behind thick, swirling clouds, strides a colossal dragonhound with translucent beautiful woven antler. Its massive paws thunder across the moss-covered ground as it moves effortlessly through the landscape, its transparent body nearly vanishing in the vast expanse of stars above. The creature’s form is translucent, barely visible against the endless cosmic canvas, with starlight piercing through its ethereal silhouette, casting a soft glow from within. The dragonhound’s faintly shimmering body takes on hues of deep blue and violet, refracting the distant starlight as it moves. Soft, iridescent mushrooms, glowing faintly in deep purple and emerald hues, sprout from the back of the massive beast, casting brief flickers of light that dance across the shadows of the forest floor. Its eyes, luminous and full of ancient wisdom, gleam as they gaze out from the shifting form, reflecting the brilliance of distant galaxies. The forest around it stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of twisted, ancient trees wrapped in dark, velvety moss, their branches reaching toward the sky like shadowed fingers. Hints of deep turquoise and dark purple swirl in the air, blending into the atmosphere, as though the entire realm is bathed in a palette of deep, enchanted twilight. The dragonhound’s silhouette moves gracefully through this dreamlike landscape, a serene giant in the midst of the cosmic night.
    A massive, fiery red dragon, its seven crowned heads twisting in different directions, eyes burning with malice. Its ten jagged horns glisten with an eerie glow, while its wings stretch wide, blotting out the storm-filled sky. The air trembles as its enormous, serpentine tail lashes through the heavens, scattering celestial fragments like falling stars. Surrounded by shattered ruins and swirling storms, the dragon looms over a mystical, radiant woman, its fanged maw open as if ready to strike. In the heavens, angelic warriors wielding blazing swords descend, their armor reflecting divine light as they charge against the ancient beast. The dragon’s presence distorts reality—a swirling maelstrom of fire and shadow, its scales shimmering between the realms of existence. Thunder rumbles as the battle between light and darkness unfolds, an apocalyptic clash of cosmic forces. Ultra-detailed, high fantasy, dark biblical mythology, cinematic lighting, hyper-realistic textures, divine vs. demonic contrast, epic celestial battle. dragon with seven heads.
    The Eclipsed Heart Engine A dark, metallic contraption shaped like a mechanical heart, with tubes and glowing filaments radiating outwards like veins. The core pulsates with a dark red glow, resembling the embers of a dying star. The device emits a low, rhythmic hum and occasional bursts of energy that crackle like distant thunder. It floats within a containment chamber surrounded by glowing glyphs that keep its chaotic power in check. ,aidmafluxpro1.1, aidmaHyperrealism, aidmafluxproultra
    foggy, surreal dream, double exposure, living in a thunder cloud, bo-cityscape, bo-exposure, bo-cyberpunk, bo-steampunk, bo-abyss, a highly detailed, digital artwork depicting a fantastical, anthropomorphic creature with a dark, ethereal appearance, the creature has large, pointed ears and a small, delicate nose, its skin is dark, and its eyes are pale, giving it a mysterious, almost otherworldly appearance, its wings are a vibrant with intricate, spider-like patterns, and they have a delicate, almost translucent quality, they are positioned in a shallow, reflective pool of water, with the creature's head and body partially obscured by a large, ornate, black, and gold mask adorned with small, glowing yellow flowers, the background is blurred, with a hint of dark, indistinct rocks or trees, adding a sense of depth and mystery to the scene, lot of gray colors, orange colors
    surreal, hyper-detailed, Comic book illustration, A breathtaking vision of an elemental warhorse, its obsidian body seamlessly merging with molten fire, its mane and tail composed of unbridled flames that whip and twist like living entities. Each strand of fire curls into intricate fractal patterns, releasing waves of heat distortion against the inky void of the backdrop. The creature’s hooves thunder upon the molten ground, splashing rivers of liquid fire into the air, forming mesmerizing arcs of glowing embers. The surrounding darkness is punctuated by scattered, fiery cinders drifting weightlessly, their vibrant hues transitioning from deep reds to electric oranges, enhancing the ethereal atmosphere of this mythic inferno. <lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.5:0.7000000000000001> <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.3> <lora:Comic_Style_-_FLUX:0.7000000000000001>
    (masterpiece), best quality, The colossal silhouette of Godzilla looms over the city, casting a monstrous shadow as buildings tremble beneath the weight of impending chaos. With each thunderous step, the ground quakes, sending shockwaves through the urban landscape. Roaring defiantly, Godzilla unleashes a torrent of atomic breath, searing through the sky and setting skyscrapers ablaze. The city's once vibrant skyline transforms into a fiery tableau of destruction, with billowing smoke and ash painting a grim picture of the relentless rampage. The iconic roar of the behemoth echoes through the canyons of concrete and steel, drowning out the panicked cries of the fleeing populace. As Godzilla's colossal tail sweeps through the city, structures crumble like fragile dominos, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. Emergency sirens wail in desperation, barely audible over the chaos. The military mobilizes, firing futile salvos at the colossal creature, but its thick, armored scales prove impervious. In the midst of the chaos, Godzilla's primal fury remains unabated, a force of nature reshaping the once thriving metropolis into a landscape of desolation and despair.
    In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, bathed in the eerie glow of a moon concealed behind thick, swirling clouds, strides a colossal translucent at-st Scout Walker. Its massive mechanical legs thunder across the moss-covered ground as it moves effortlessly through the landscape, its transparent body nearly vanishing in the vast expanse of stars above. The walkers form is translucent, barely visible against the endless cosmic canvas, with starlight piercing through its ethereal silhouette, casting a soft glow from within. The faintly shimmering Scout Walker takes on hues of deep blue and violet, refracting the distant starlight as it moves. Soft, iridescent mushrooms, glowing faintly in deep purple and emerald hues, sprout from the back of the massive beast, casting brief flickers of light that dance across the shadows of the forest floor. Its eyes, luminous and full of ancient wisdom, gleam as they gaze out from the shifting form, reflecting the brilliance of distant galaxies. The forest around it stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of twisted, ancient trees wrapped in dark, velvety moss, their branches reaching toward the sky like shadowed fingers. Hints of deep turquoise and dark purple swirl in the air, blending into the atmosphere, as though the entire realm is bathed in a palette of deep, enchanted twilight. The walkers silhouette moves gracefully through this dreamlike landscape, a serene giant in the midst of the cosmic night.
    A cyborg-like cat with fluffy and white and black fur, a cybernetic implant on his left eye, and a futuristic military uniform is seen on the screen. He is wearing a dark purple cape with black and grey details, and a pin with a yellow thunder symbol. The background is a solid orange color. The text on the screen below the character reads, "ALL YOUR BUZZ ARE BELONG TO US." The text on the screen above the character reads, "CONGLATURATION". The scene has an 8-bit or 16-bit pixel art style, with a retro sci-fi aesthetic typical of early 1990s video games.
    Thor, the mighty god of thunder, is seen mid-action, bringing down his hammer, Mjolnir, with immense force. The scene is filled with intense energy, with lightning crackling around Thor as he slams the hammer into the ground. Spider-Man is nearby, crouching with his hands covering his ears, reacting to the deafening sound of the impact. The background shows a slightly chaotic environment, with debris and a stormy sky, emphasizing the power of Thor's hammer strike. The contrast between Thor's power and Spider-Man's quick reflexes adds dynamic tension to the scene. 8k, life like, photo-realistic
    In a stormy wasteland where lightning forks across a sky of swirling black clouds, a towering figure with dark obsidian skin stands chained to a crumbling stone pillar. His eyes, glowing like molten lava, burn with an ancient, untamed power, even as his tattered cloak whips wildly in the wind. His muscular arms, bound by thick iron chains, strain against his restraints, while deep scars trace patterns across his skin, glowing faintly in the darkness. Surrounding him, the ground is cracked and scorched, with jagged rocks jutting up like the teeth of some long-dead beast. In the distance, colossal tornadoes twist and howl, throwing up clouds of ash and debris into the air, as lightning crackles ominously overhead. His long, black hair flows wildly in the tempest, and his breath comes in slow, heavy exhales, visible in the cold air. Behind him, a distant, shattered mountain looms like a broken sentinel, framed against the chaotic sky. The atmosphere is thick with the smell of sulfur and ozone, as the ground trembles with the distant rumble of thunder. This scene captures a moment of defiance against an unforgiving world, with raw power and elemental fury swirling all around.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    The Behemoth, a towering beast of unstoppable strength, stands amid a vast and desolate landscape, its muscular frame casting an enormous shadow over the land. Its thick, armored hide, a fusion of hardened flesh and stone-like plates, reflects the golden light of a setting sun. Massive legs, like the trunks of ancient trees, support its unimaginable weight, each step causing the earth to tremble. Its colossal head, crowned with curved horns, surveys the land with piercing, ancient eyes, deep and knowing. Steam rises from its nostrils as it exhales, shaking the air like distant thunder. A tail, as powerful as a cedar tree, sweeps behind it, capable of leveling forests in a single motion. The surrounding land is shaped by its presence—rivers carve new paths around its feet, trees bow under the pressure of its movements, and mountains seem smaller in comparison. No man, no weapon, no force on earth can challenge it. Behemoth is not just a creature; it is a living testament to divine power, a beast that roams untouched, answerable only to its Creator. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythology, awe-inspiring scale, primal and untamed wilderness, epic divine creature, dark and moody composition
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    In a chaotic cityscape, with skyscrapers crumbling under the strain of an earth-shattering battle, the mighty Thor stands his ground, his muscular frame outlined against a stormy sky crackling with energy. His iconic red cape billows dramatically behind him, reflecting the fiery hues of the setting sun, while his powerful grip tightens around the enchanted hammer, Mjolnir, which hums with electric anticipation. Before him, the colossal figure of Godzilla looms, scales glistening dark green and sharp against the backdrop of the war-torn skyline. With each powerful stomp, the ground quakes beneath him, sending tremors through the cracked pavement and shattering windows in nearby buildings. The air is thick with tension, punctuated by an ominous growl that reverberates like thunder, as Godzilla prepares to unleash his devastating atomic breath. Around them, debris fills the air, and dense clouds of smoke rise from the wreckage, swirling like phantoms in the dim light. The frenzied crowd below watches in awe and terror, their gasps and whispers creating a cacophonous melody mingled with the sounds of sirens wailing from emergency vehicles scrambling to respond. As Thor unleashes a crackling bolt of lightning, illuminating the dark landscape, the atmosphere is charged with raw energy. The clash between the Norse god and the legendary beast embodies an epic struggle, a battle not just of strength, but of titanic wills, as each fighter readies for the inevitable clash that will determine the fate of the city and its inhabitants. <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:1>
    In an 8K, high-quality action scene, a playful wizard surfs through space on a crocodile, leaving a bright neon violet and green trail behind him as well as lightning and thunders. His long beard and colorful crimson robes flow in the cosmic wind as he stands on the gator like back like a surfboard. Stars and planets zoom by, while his eyes sparkle with joy and adventure. The scene is vibrant and real, real life picture, galaxies, plantes and stars, nebula, real life wizard, cinematic picture, high quality picture, long gray beard, wizard hat, 3d glasses, trippy
    The Behemoth, a towering beast of unstoppable strength, stands amid a vast and desolate landscape, its muscular frame casting an enormous shadow over the land. Its thick, armored hide, a fusion of hardened flesh and stone-like plates, reflects the golden light of a setting sun. Massive legs, like the trunks of ancient trees, support its unimaginable weight, each step causing the earth to tremble. Its colossal head, crowned with curved horns, surveys the land with piercing, ancient eyes, deep and knowing. Steam rises from its nostrils as it exhales, shaking the air like distant thunder. A tail, as powerful as a cedar tree, sweeps behind it, capable of leveling forests in a single motion. The surrounding land is shaped by its presence—rivers carve new paths around its feet, trees bow under the pressure of its movements, and mountains seem smaller in comparison. No man, no weapon, no force on earth can challenge it. Behemoth is not just a creature; it is a living testament to divine power, a beast that roams untouched, answerable only to its Creator. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythology, awe-inspiring scale, primal and untamed wilderness, epic divine creature, dark and moody composition
    A hyper-detailed, mythic dark fantasy vision unveils a sprawling city built within the colossal, skeletal remains of a fallen Titan, its massive ribcage forming an immense cathedral-like enclosure. The bones, weathered by time, shimmer with veins of molten silver, feeding the strange technology that keeps the city alive. The inhabitants, cloaked figures with luminous glyphs etched into their skin, move with purpose, tending to the ancient machinery that hums beneath the Titan’s spine. At the city’s heart, an enormous, still-beating heart of petrified stone pulses with an eerie, rhythmic thrum, sending slow, thunderous echoes across the silent valley. The Titan’s skull, partially buried in the mountainside, remains open-mouthed, its empty sockets gazing skyward as if longing for something lost. Deep beneath the city, a hidden chamber stirs, its doors carved with warnings in languages long forgotten. The Titan is not as dead as it seems.
    Thor, the mighty god of thunder, is seen mid-action, bringing down his hammer, Mjolnir, with immense force. The scene is filled with intense energy, with lightning crackling around Thor as he slams the hammer into the ground. Spider-Man is nearby, crouching with his hands covering his ears, reacting to the deafening sound of the impact. The background shows a slightly chaotic environment, with debris and a stormy sky, emphasizing the power of Thor's hammer strike. The contrast between Thor's power and Spider-Man's quick reflexes adds dynamic tension to the scene. 8k, life like, photo-realistic
    A knight with black armor, the black armor has golden coloured rune on it, the knight wear a demon like helmet with ruby red coloured eyes, the black knight holding a two-handed sword, the sword base color is silver and it has yellow lighting effect on it, the lightning effect is going upward to the sky like a thunder strike the sword, the black knight stood at the edge of the cliff, the focus is at knight and the lightning, (((at the bottom add text that says: "I am the honoured buzz knight"))), score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, source_anime, masterpiece, best quality, skindentation, anime artwork, intricately detailed photorealism, very detailed, highly detailed texture, cinematic illumination, volumetric lighting, detailed face, detailed skin, detailed eyes, rating_explicit, concept art, absurdres, highres, hd, ultra hd quality details, Expressiveh, solo focus, 1girl,
    foggy, surreal dream, double exposure, living in a thunder cloud, bo-abyss, bo-cityscape, bo-exposure, bo-cyberpunk, bo-steampunk, a digital artwork depicting a close-up of a woman's face, the subject has a pale, almost black complexion with a rough, textured appearance, suggesting a blend of dark and light tones, her eyes are a striking, glowing yellow, adding a supernatural element to her appearance, and they are partially obscured by a black, leaf-like mask that covers her entire face, leaving her eyes and nose exposed, the mask is intricately designed with jagged, cracky edges, giving it a mystical, otherworldly look, the woman's lips are full and dark, matching the mask's color, the background is a dark, smoky gradient, with some areas appearing lighter and more muted, creating a sense of depth and contrast, the overall style is dark and moody, with a focus on texture and light, enhancing the eerie and mysterious atmosphere of the artwork, the artwork is highly detailed and realistic, capturing the essence of a fantasy or horror-themed character<lora:Flux\boFLUX digital-abyss.safetensors:0.8:0.8> <lora:Flux\boFLUX In the Sky v2.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A colossal train snakes through a stormy sky, its cars made of mismatched antique furniture fused together. Each carriage holds a different scene—a ballroom filled with headless dancers, a forest of floating candles, a library where books fly like birds. The train conductor, a being made entirely of clock gears, adjusts a massive lever as thunder crackles in their hollow chest. ,aidmafluxpro1.1, aidmamj6.1
    Mountain scenery at noon, with tumbling cloud dragons coiling above the cloud spring, white dragon beards like thunder, dark clouds rolling, surging waterfalls falling from the mountains, stone pavilions, bronze mirrors floating in the swirling water columns, swaying candlelight revealing memories of the past and the future, Danxia sand flashing in the lotus-shaped vortex, ink texture blended with cyberpunk luminous effects, and the calm water surface and surging clouds forming a dynamic contrast
    At the edge of a massive, otherworldly crater, where the earth has been torn asunder by the impact of a fallen asteroid, a figure of dark elegance and arcane power stands amidst the swirling energies of a forbidden ritual. The crater, vast and jagged, is a testament to the raw, destructive force of the cosmos, its edges lined with jagged rocks and glowing veins of alien minerals that pulse faintly with an eerie, purple light. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and burning stone, the ground beneath her feet scorched and cracked, as if the very earth recoils from the power she wields. Above, the sky is a churning maelstrom of dark clouds, their surfaces swirling with the promise of thunder and lightning, their edges illuminated by the occasional flash of unnatural light. She is a blood mage, her presence a blend of beauty and danger. Her long, curly blonde hair flows like a cascade of sunlight, its strands catching the faint light and shimmering with an almost supernatural glow. Her deep blue eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to hold the secrets of the cosmos, their gaze both captivating and inscrutable. Her face, framed by her flowing hair, is a picture of quiet determination, her expression one of intense focus as she channels the dark energies of her ritual. She wears a black pointy sorcerer hat, its fabric rich and flowing, its design both practical and alluring. The hat, though simple in design, adds a touch of drama to her already captivating presence. Her attire is a black tight leather one-piece suit, its fabric clinging to her form like a second skin, its surface adorned with golden ornaments that catch the light with every movement. The suit features a daring cleavage, its edges trimmed with golden thread that adds a touch of refinement to her ensemble. Around her shoulders, she wears a purple cape, its fabric rich and flowing, its edges trimmed with golden thread that shimmers in the dim light. The cape’s collar, high and ornate, frames her face like a regal mantle, its surface adorned with a blue gemstone that glows faintly, as if imbued with ancient magic. Around her hips, she wears a leather belt, its surface adorned with satchels and bags, their contents no doubt holding the tools and treasures of her trade. Her legs are clad in high-knee, high-heel leather boots, their surfaces polished to a mirror sheen, their design a blend of practicality and artistry. The boots, though simple in design, add a touch of ruggedness to her otherwise elegant appearance. In her hands, she holds a delicate mage staff, its surface etched with intricate patterns, its top adorned with a purple gemstone that glows faintly, as if imbued with the power of the cosmos. The staff, though a tool of magic, seems almost like an extension of her being, its presence as commanding as the mage who wields it. As she casts her ritual, purple swirls of energy dance around her, their colors a harmonious blend of purples, blues, and golds, their presence adding to the sense of wonder and enchantment. The magic seems to respond to her every movement, its particles swirling and twirling in time with her steps, creating a mesmerizing display of light and color. The focus of this composition is the blood mage, her upper body and face capturing the essence of her character. The interplay of light and shadow highlights her features, the intricate details of her attire, and the graceful movements of her ritual. The background, though rich in detail, remains secondary, ensuring that she remains the centerpiece of this moody and mystical tableau. The overall color palette is a harmonious blend of blacks, purples, and golds, accented by the soft pastels of the magic and the warm hues of the crater. The scene is bathed in a dim, silvery light, as if the very essence of the cosmos has come alive to illuminate her presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a journey into a world where magic and beauty reign, and the line between mage and cosmos blurs, a testament to the timeless allure of the blood mage who stands as a beacon of power and grace on the edge of the crater. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the elegance and mystery of the blood mage who commands the cosmos and the hearts of all who behold her. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    In the temple of love: Shine like thunder In the temple of love: Cry like rain In the temple of love: Hear the calling And the temple of love is falling Down
    In a chaotic cityscape, with skyscrapers crumbling under the strain of an earth-shattering battle, the mighty Kazakhstan warrior with Kazakh ornament stands his ground, his muscular frame outlined against a stormy sky crackling with energy. Before him, the colossal figure of Godzilla looms, scales glistening dark green and sharp against the backdrop of the war-torn skyline. The air is thick with tension, punctuated by an ominous growl that reverberates like thunder, as Godzilla prepares to unleash his devastating atomic breath. Around them, debris fills the air, and dense clouds of smoke rise from the wreckage, swirling like phantoms in the dim light. The frenzied crowd below watches in awe and terror, their gasps and whispers creating a cacophonous melody mingled with the sounds of sirens wailing from emergency vehicles scrambling to respond. As Kazakhstan warrior unleashes a crackling bolt of lightning, illuminating the dark landscape, the atmosphere is charged with raw energy and glowing flame Godzilla.
    A celestial sentinel is a towering, angelic figure that guards the gates of a celestial city. The sentinel's body is composed of ethereal light, and its wings span the width of the sky. The player, a diminutive mortal, stands before the sentinel, their weapon held at the ready. The celestial sentinel's voice, like thunder rolling across the heavens, challenges the player to prove their worth. Its eyes, pools of radiant light, pierce through the player's defenses, revealing their deepest fears. The battle is not just a physical confrontation but a test of the player's spirit and resolve.
    In the temple of love: Shine like thunder In the temple of love: Cry like rain In the temple of love: Hear the calling And the temple of love is falling Down
    A highly detailed image, Times Square like environment at night with hundreds of bright glowing screens and lights, featuring a wild looking man with great teeth wearing an advertising board that says "Limited time offer 2 buzz when you like this image" with a thunder emoji, dramatic atmosphere. lightning is striking a tall building <lora:detailer_flux_v1:0.5>
    Jurassic Park, but All the Dinosaurs are Made of LEGO – In the rain-soaked jungle of Isla Nublar, a towering, blocky LEGO T-Rex looms over a toppled LEGO Jeep, its tiny plastic jaws wide open in a silent, mechanical roar. The red and yellow bricks of the vehicle are scattered across the muddy, stud-covered ground, while a LEGO minifigure version of Dr. Ian Malcolm lies nearby, his face frozen in a smug yet terrified smirk. Water droplets—perfectly round, clear plastic pieces—cling to the leaves of oversized LEGO ferns, and a dark storm rages in the distance, built entirely from stacked, swirling gray bricks. The eerie glow of the Jeep’s flickering LEGO headlight casts long, exaggerated shadows across the scene, illuminating the T-Rex’s tiny, clawed hands and the iconic "Jurassic Park" logo, printed onto a single, slightly scratched LEGO tile. Thunder rumbles, but it sounds suspiciously like someone shaking a box of loose bricks. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , ,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.3><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    Dutch tilt, 14mm fisheye lens bending reality into a fever dream, every line warped with violent intent. Motion blurs through the horse’s mane like fire caught in a storm, f/4 depth of field pulling the scene into hyper-sharp focus beneath the chaos. A lone knight thunders forward—black armor gleaming with menace, crimson cloak trailing like spilled blood. His face is hidden behind a silver visor, cold and impenetrable. The horse surges beneath him, muscles coiled in raw fury, hooves pounding the earth toward a cathedral pulled from nightmare. Twisted spires claw at the sky, gargoyles leer from fractured stone, and crimson light spills from the cathedral’s heart like a wound. The knight’s lance catches that unholy glow, its tip shimmering with something not quite of this world. Overhead, the indigo sky churns, clouds writhing like damned souls. The charge is silent, unstoppable—a collision of fate and fire barreling toward the mouth of darkness., l1n0c2t<lora:Flux/Linocut - s1 g4.safetensors:0.25000000000000006:0.25000000000000006> <lora:CustomFlux/MysticRealism.safetensors:0.7500000000000001:0.7500000000000001>
    bo-neon, bo-abyss, bo-cityscape, bo-exposure, bo-cyberpunk, bo-steampunk, foggy, surreal dream, double exposure, living in a thunder cloud, In the heart of a dreamscape, where reality blurs with imagination, lies a face that is both a canvas and a portal. The left half of this visage is a portal to a world of swirling blues and greens, where mountains rise like ancient sentinels beneath a sky painted with the hues of dawn. The right half mirrors this ethereal beauty, yet it is adorned with delicate patterns that shimmer like stardust, and eyes that hold the depth of a thousand lifetimes. The eyes of this face are pools of cerulean depths, reflecting the mysteries of the universe. They are framed by a cascade of teal and turquoise, as if the very essence of the ocean has been distilled into the skin. Tiny droplets of liquid glitter across the right side, as if the face has been kissed by the morning dew. The texture of this face is a symphony of smooth and rough, delicate and bold. The left side is a soft, almost whisper-like whisper, while the right side is a bold, almost palpable presence. The hair on the left side is a cascade of dark, flowing tendrils, while the right side is a delicate, wispy veil that catches the light like a whisper in the wind. The background is a canvas of shadows and light, where the interplay between the two halves creates a dynamic dance of contrasts. The left side is a dark, almost black void, while the right side is a luminous, almost ethereal glow. The landscape on the left side is a serene, almost dreamlike vista, while the right side is a vibrant, almost surreal tableau. The overall effect is one of a surreal, dreamlike world where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur. The face is a living, breathing entity, a bridge between worlds, and a portal to the infinite. It is a masterpiece of surrealism, a blend of the natural and the fantastical, the real and the imagined, and the tangible and the ethereal.<lora:Flux\boFLUX digital-abyss.safetensors:0.7000000000000001:0.7000000000000001> <lora:boFLUX Abyss Neon.safetensors:0.7000000000000001:0.7000000000000001> <lora:Flux\boFLUX In the Sky v2.safetensors:0.85:0.85>
    A massive, fiery red dragon, its seven crowned heads twisting in different directions, eyes burning with malice. Its ten jagged horns glisten with an eerie glow, while its wings stretch wide, blotting out the storm-filled sky. The air trembles as its enormous, serpentine tail lashes through the heavens, scattering celestial fragments like falling stars. Surrounded by shattered ruins and swirling storms, the dragon looms over a mystical, radiant woman, its fanged maw open as if ready to strike. In the heavens, angelic warriors wielding blazing swords descend, their armor reflecting divine light as they charge against the ancient beast. The dragon’s presence distorts reality—a swirling maelstrom of fire and shadow, its scales shimmering between the realms of existence. Thunder rumbles as the battle between light and darkness unfolds, an apocalyptic clash of cosmic forces. Ultra-detailed, high fantasy, dark biblical mythology, cinematic lighting, hyper-realistic textures, divine vs. demonic contrast, epic celestial battle. dragon with seven heads.
    A heavily battered Range Rover L322, bearing the deep scars of a catastrophic crash, claws its way up the treacherous slopes near Everest’s base at nearly 8000 meters above sea level. Torn metal panels rattle in the howling wind, and shattered windows offer little protection against the swirling, ice-laden snow. The storm rages relentlessly, obliterating visibility as jagged peaks loom like silent sentinels in the white abyss. Each surge forward tests the vehicle’s fractured chassis and the driver’s nerve, with freezing temperatures gnawing at every bolt and breath. Despite the savage conditions, the headlights carve narrow corridors through the blizzard, revealing precarious cliffs and ever-shifting drifts that threaten to swallow the path whole. The battered SUV’s engine roars defiantly, wrestling with slick ice and steep inclines as if each tire rotation is an act of sheer will. Above, thunderous gusts of wind tear at the broken frame, but neither machine nor driver yield. Every second is a brutal contest against the mountain’s wrath, and every heartbeat is a testament to unbreakable resolve, pushing ever upward in search of triumph at the roof of the world. (aidmaimageupgrader, flux dev, extreme weather, dangerous conditions, deep snow, snow storm, blizzard, carcrash)
    A heavily battered Range Rover L322, bearing the deep scars of a catastrophic crash, claws its way up the treacherous slopes near Everest’s base at nearly 8000 meters above sea level. Torn metal panels rattle in the howling wind, and shattered windows offer little protection against the swirling, ice-laden snow. The storm rages relentlessly, obliterating visibility as jagged peaks loom like silent sentinels in the white abyss. Each surge forward tests the vehicle’s fractured chassis and the driver’s nerve, with freezing temperatures gnawing at every bolt and breath. Despite the savage conditions, the headlights carve narrow corridors through the blizzard, revealing precarious cliffs and ever-shifting drifts that threaten to swallow the path whole. The battered SUV’s engine roars defiantly, wrestling with slick ice and steep inclines as if each tire rotation is an act of sheer will. Above, thunderous gusts of wind tear at the broken frame, but neither machine nor driver yield. Every second is a brutal contest against the mountain’s wrath, and every heartbeat is a testament to unbreakable resolve, pushing ever upward in search of triumph at the roof of the world. (aidmaimageupgrader, flux dev, extreme weather, dangerous conditions, deep snow, snow storm, blizzard, carcrash, horror movie themed)
    In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, bathed in the eerie glow of a moon concealed behind thick, swirling clouds, strides a colossal translucent at-st Scout Walker. Its massive mechanical legs thunder across the moss-covered ground as it moves effortlessly through the landscape, its transparent body nearly vanishing in the vast expanse of stars above. The walkers form is translucent, barely visible against the endless cosmic canvas, with starlight piercing through its ethereal silhouette, casting a soft glow from within. The faintly shimmering Scout Walker takes on hues of deep blue and violet, refracting the distant starlight as it moves. Soft, iridescent mushrooms, glowing faintly in deep purple and emerald hues, sprout from the back of the massive beast, casting brief flickers of light that dance across the shadows of the forest floor. Its eyes, luminous and full of ancient wisdom, gleam as they gaze out from the shifting form, reflecting the brilliance of distant galaxies. The forest around it stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of twisted, ancient trees wrapped in dark, velvety moss, their branches reaching toward the sky like shadowed fingers. Hints of deep turquoise and dark purple swirl in the air, blending into the atmosphere, as though the entire realm is bathed in a palette of deep, enchanted twilight. The walkers silhouette moves gracefully through this dreamlike landscape, a serene giant in the midst of the cosmic night.
    A dynamic, high-energy comic-book style splash page depicting Thor, the God of Thunder, in a lively and humorous scene. Thor is sitting at a table in a bustling, futuristic space cantina, surrounded by alien patrons and glowing neon lights. With a wide grin and a boisterous laugh, he smashes a large, frothy mug of alien ale onto the ground, shouting, "I LIKE THIS DRINK! ANOTHER!" The mug has a lightning bolt symbol on it. The mug shatters into pieces, and a lightning bolt shape erupts from the impact, crackling with energy and spelling out the word "BUZZ". Thor's muscular frame is clad in his classic battle-worn armor. His magical hammer Mjolnir rests casually on the table. The cantina is filled with quirky alien characters, some cheering, others ducking for cover from the flying shards of the mug. The art style is inspired by classic Marvel comics, with bold linework, vibrant colors, and dynamic shading. The overall tone is epic, humorous, and action-packed. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, aidmafluxproultra, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk
    In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, bathed in the eerie glow of a moon concealed behind thick, swirling clouds, strides a colossal AT-AT Walker, (STAR WARS). Its massive mechanical legs thunder across the moss-covered ground as it moves effortlessly through the landscape, its transparent body nearly vanishing in the vast expanse of stars above. The walkers form is translucent, barely visible against the endless cosmic canvas, with starlight piercing through its ethereal silhouette, casting a soft glow from within. The faintly shimmering Scout Walker takes on hues of deep blue and violet, refracting the distant starlight as it moves. Soft, iridescent mushrooms, glowing faintly in deep purple and emerald hues, sprout from the back of the massive beast, casting brief flickers of light that dance across the shadows of the forest floor. Its eyes, luminous and full of ancient wisdom, gleam as they gaze out from the shifting form, reflecting the brilliance of distant galaxies. The forest around it stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of twisted, ancient trees wrapped in dark, velvety moss, their branches reaching toward the sky like shadowed fingers. Hints of deep turquoise and dark purple swirl in the air, blending into the atmosphere, as though the entire realm is bathed in a palette of deep, enchanted twilight. The walkers silhouette moves gracefully through this dreamlike landscape, a serene giant in the midst of the cosmic night.
    In an 8K, high-quality action scene, a playful wizard surfs through space on a crocodile, leaving a bright neon violet and green trail behind him as well as lightning and thunders. His long beard and colorful crimson robes flow in the cosmic wind as he stands on the gator like back like a surfboard. Stars and planets zoom by, while his eyes sparkle with joy and adventure. The scene is vibrant and real, real life picture, galaxies, plantes and stars, nebula, real life wizard, cinematic picture, high quality picture, long gray beard, wizard hat, 3d glasses, trippy
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    A heavily battered Range Rover L322, bearing the deep scars of a catastrophic crash, claws its way up the treacherous slopes near Everest’s base at nearly 8000 meters above sea level. Torn metal panels rattle in the howling wind, and shattered windows offer little protection against the swirling, ice-laden snow. The storm rages relentlessly, obliterating visibility as jagged peaks loom like silent sentinels in the white abyss. Each surge forward tests the vehicle’s fractured chassis and the driver’s nerve, with freezing temperatures gnawing at every bolt and breath. Despite the savage conditions, the headlights carve narrow corridors through the blizzard, revealing precarious cliffs and ever-shifting drifts that threaten to swallow the path whole. The battered SUV’s engine roars defiantly, wrestling with slick ice and steep inclines as if each tire rotation is an act of sheer will. Above, thunderous gusts of wind tear at the broken frame, but neither machine nor driver yield. Every second is a brutal contest against the mountain’s wrath, and every heartbeat is a testament to unbreakable resolve, pushing ever upward in search of triumph at the roof of the world. (aidmaimageupgrader, flux dev, extreme weather, dangerous conditions, deep snow, snow storm, blizzard, carcrash, horror movie themed)
    In a breathtaking vision of whimsy and fantasy, a woman effortlessly rides a motorbike crafted entirely from fluffy, billowing clouds that shimmer softly under the radiant sunlight. Her vibrant azure helmet contrasts beautifully with the ethereal whiteness of the motorcycle, which appears almost weightless as it glides smoothly above a picturesque landscape. The scene captures every detail in stunning 8k photorealism, from the wispy tendrils of vapor that form the bike's sleek frame to the myriad of tiny glimmers dancing like stardust in the air around her. As she maneuvers gracefully through a bright blue sky, fluffy cumulus clouds lazily drift by, their edges glowing with a golden hue from the sun's warm rays. The exhilarating rush of wind twirls through her hair, creating playful strands that catch the light, while the thundering hum of the cloud engine resonates softly, echoing the peaceful serenity of the heavens. In the background, a sprawling panorama of rolling hills and vibrant green fields stretches toward the horizon, the colors intensifying as they meet the bright blue sky above. The woman's face radiates pure joy and freedom, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration as she embraces the thrill of soaring through the atmosphere on her dreamlike machine. Below, a rainbow arches gracefully across the sky, its vivid colors reflecting the vibrancy of her spirit and the surreal adventure she is embarking upon. As the scene unfolds, there's a palpable sense of wonder and magic, transporting the viewer into a fantastical realm where imagination knows no bounds. <lora:amateurphoto-6version:1> <lora:flux_realism_lora:1> <lora:Flux.1_Turbo_Detailer:1>
    A lone male knight stands atop a towering, jagged rock, a figure of unyielding resolve against a backdrop of stormy chaos. The heavens above churn with dark, thunderous clouds, streaks of lightning illuminating the battlefield below in fleeting flashes. The wind howls, carrying with it the distant clamor of war—shouts, the clash of steel, and the ominous rumble. Yet, amidst this tempest, the knight is an immovable sentinel, radiating both strength and defiance. Clad in massive, radiant iron armor, every plate polished to a mirror-like gleam, the knight's form is both imposing and majestic. The armor bears intricate engravings of ancient symbols and battle-worn scratches that tell the story of countless victories. The sheer weight of the armor is evident, but it does nothing to hinder his commanding presence. Over his shoulders flows a crimson cape, torn and frayed by countless battles, whipping violently in the wind as if it shares his indomitable spirit. His helmet, fully enclosing his face, is a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The visor, fashioned like a frowning visage, conceals his identity, adding an aura of mystery and menace. Atop the helmet rises a magnificent crest of red feathers, vibrant and defiant even in the storm's gloom. The plume sways with the gusts, a beacon of his unyielding spirit. In his hand, he holds a massive broadsword, the blade forged to perfection. The metal gleams coldly in the dim light, reflecting both the storm above and the chaos below. The sword's edge is deadly sharp, and it's hilt intricately adorned with crimson inlays and symbols of protection and power. The knight holds it effortlessly, as though they are extensions of his will, the weight a testament to his unparalleled strength and skill. The rock beneath him rises above the battlefield like a natural fortress, jagged and unyielding, much like the knight himself. Around him, the landscape is a grim tableau of destruction—scattered weapons, broken siege engines, and fallen warriors litter the ground, muted in the moody, stormy light. The earth is scorched and torn, as if the land itself has been ravaged by the ferocity of battle. The knight's stance is one of readiness and determination, his swords raised slightly as if anticipating the next wave of foes. His figure dominates the scene, the interplay of light and shadow accentuating every curve of his armor and every sharp edge of his weapons. Behind him, the storm grows fiercer, bolts of lightning framing his silhouette in fleeting moments of brilliance. The air around him hums with the tension of an impending clash, as though the very world is holding its breath. The overall composition is moody and powerful, drenched in shades of grey, silver, and crimson. The stormy sky and ravaged battlefield create a stark contrast to the knight's gleaming armor and vibrant plume, drawing all focus to him. He is the epitome of a battle-hardened warrior, standing alone but ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, a symbol of unshakable courage in a world engulfed by chaos. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    In the temple of love: Shine like thunder In the temple of love: Cry like rain In the temple of love: Hear the calling And the temple of love is falling Down
    A tall, graceful elven woman strides across a narrow, moss-covered ledge suspended above a roaring waterfall. Her lithe figure is clad in armor that masterfully blends practicality and elegance—a harmonious mix of supple leather and flowing cloth in vibrant hues of emerald green and deep sapphire blue. The fabric ripples gently in the misty breeze, its edges embroidered with intricate, glowing elven patterns that shimmer faintly, as if enchanted by the magic of the forest. Her presence is otherworldly, her beauty striking yet fierce. Her soft, angular features radiate a serene confidence, framed by cascades of long, silken hair that flows like liquid silver, catching the sunlight breaking through the forest canopy. Her eyes, a piercing shade of luminous gold, scan the landscape with precision, ever vigilant for threats. She carries an enormous bow, a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship. Its limbs curve like the boughs of an ancient tree, adorned with glowing blue runes that pulse gently with a quiet, arcane light. The bow seems alive, humming faintly as if resonating with her every breath. A quiver, secured to her belt, brims with finely crafted arrows, their tips gleaming like shards of starlight. The scene around her is breathtakingly dynamic. The waterfall crashes thunderously behind her, throwing up a dazzling spray of mist that catches the sunlight, creating a halo of refracted rainbows. Far below, the lake mirrors the verdant forest and blue sky above, a tranquil contrast to the rushing torrent she strides across. Her stance is balanced yet ready for action, each step a blend of elegance and agility, as if she were part of the natural world itself. The forest that surrounds the waterfall is lush and alive, with towering trees draped in vibrant moss and vines, their branches entwined to form a natural cathedral. Birds and fireflies flit through the misty air, their movements echoing the ethereal magic of the scene. Despite the serene beauty of the setting, the elf is focused, her body poised and her bow slightly drawn as if sensing danger nearby. Her expression is calm but determined, a quiet resolve etched into her features as she navigates the precarious path. She is a guardian of the wilds, an archer of unparalleled skill, and her presence commands both awe and respect as she moves with the grace of a living legend through the heart of nature’s splendor. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A single, breathtaking image unfolds at the apex of a colossal Art Deco skyscraper—its sleek geometric spires and lavish ornamentation illuminated by neon-laced storm clouds roiling overhead. The building itself appears to be fashioned from a dark, reflective metal that catches every hue of the city’s dazzling lights—pinks, turquoises, violets—creating a molten, prismatic effect along its razor-sharp edges. At strategic intervals, stylized ventilation ducts expel pressurized plumes of phosphorescent vapor, almost like luminous fireworks in slow motion, adding a sense of rhythm and pulse to the urban skyline. Standing on a narrow observation platform jutting out from the tower’s 150th floor is an otherworldly flapper-inspired woman in her mid-twenties. She is strikingly pale, her porcelain skin given an almost ethereal glow by the interplay of lightning flashes and neon signage flickering from the surrounding buildings. A meticulously styled, finger-wave bob frames her face; the waves are as precise as the metal grooves on an antique record, each one reflecting back subtle glints of electric-blue light. Two holographic barrettes—shaped like stylized feathers—adorn her hair, projecting micro-lasers that flit across the adjacent metal in tiny, dancing geometric shapes. Her gown is a masterpiece of neo-deco couture: midnight-blue silk fused with thin, shimmering circuitry that forms fractal, art-deco motifs across the fabric. The circuitry pulses in hypnotic synchronization with the city’s electromagnetic hum, glowing faintly teal one moment, then shifting to magenta the next. The low-backed design reveals the graceful arch of her spine, where the shimmering circuits trail all the way up to her shoulder blades, dissolving into delicate, swirling filigree. The silhouette clings to her hourglass form, falling away in a sweeping hem that catches each gust of wind, giving the impression of a nocturnal waltz on the edge of the world. Behind her, the futuristic 1920s zeppelins cruise between skyscrapers, each airship adorned with luminescent art-deco insignias. Their metal hulls sparkle with electrical arcs that leap from one antenna to another, and they leave behind trails of swirling sparks that drift slowly downward, disappearing into the city’s labyrinthine streets. The metropolis below, a vast canopy of elevated rail lines and neon catwalks, seems to vibrate in harmony with the swirling storm, as if the entire place is alive and dancing to a hidden rhythm. With one elegantly gloved hand resting lightly on the Art Deco railing, the woman tilts her chin upward, gazing out over the storm-wreathed skyline with a calm, almost regal confidence. A faint mist of rain, tinted by the swirling neon, cascades across her features, giving her cheeks a glossy sheen and making her dark lashes glisten. In the distance, thunder rumbles—a deep, resonant note that mingles with the industrial hum of power grids and the faint, jazz-like echoes of street-level nightclubs far below. In this snapshot of the impossible, vintage glamour marries futuristic marvel. The stark vertical lines of the skyscraper, the swirling neon clouds, and the ephemeral spark-showers from cruising zeppelins all converge around her solitary form. She is at once an icon of timeless style and a sentinel of a new, unreal age—poised high above a city that pulses with the promise and peril of a bold, neon tomorrow.
    Generate a photorealistic, full-body sideview image of a colossal, mythical Godzilla-like titan standing powerfully amidst a torrential rainstorm, with a turbulent sky and dramatic lighting. The creature's rugged, textured scales appear sharp and weathered, with glowing blue cracks running along its spine, as if illuminated by an inner intensity. As it lets out a thunderous roar, a brilliant, radiant blue energy beam erupts from its body, piercing the dark clouds and illuminating the surrounding environment. A swarm of small aircraft or drones orbit the creature, capturing its enormous scale and majesty. The misty atmosphere, heavy rain, and cinematic lighting combine to create an epic and awe-inspiring scene, with the titan's fierce and imposing presence dominating the composition.
    A mesmerizing scene of a powerful empress standing atop a shattered stone pedestal, surrounded by swirling golden mist. She wears an ornate black and crimson battle gown, intricately embroidered with mythical creatures and lined with glowing golden accents. Her hair flows freely, crowned with a gleaming golden diadem shaped like dragon wings. Encircling her is a colossal dragon, its shimmering scales shifting between hues of obsidian and fiery crimson. The dragon’s fierce, glowing red eyes lock onto unseen foes, while its sharp claws dig into the cracked pedestal. Flames flicker at the edges of the scene, casting dramatic shadows against a stormy sky streaked with lightning. The empress raises a jade scepter crackling with energy, her expression one of unyielding command, as the dragon lets out a thunderous roar, ready to strike. The scene radiates ancient power, defiance, and the raw mystique of a legendary battle. <lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:ARTifacts.safetensors:0.5>,
    The Pope lies on a floating slab of obsidian, suspended in a vast, cathedral-like void where gravity seems to unravel. His frail form is wrapped in robes that shimmer like molten pearl, fraying into threads of light at the edges. His rosary has transformed into a constellation of glowing orbs, orbiting his hands like tiny suns. Above him, Jesus emerges not as a man but as a towering, kaleidoscopic silhouette—his form a mosaic of stained glass and liquid flame, shifting between ruby reds and cosmic blues, his voice a silent thunder that ripples the air with golden waves. Angels swarm the scene, but they’re far from ordinary—winged beings of fractured crystal and smoke, their faces obscured by halos of spinning glyphs, each trailing comet-like tails of iridescent light that twist into impossible shapes. The lighting is chaotic yet mesmerizing: jagged bolts of silver radiance erupt from a shattered crystal chandelier overhead, while a pulsing, emerald-green aurora spills from the Pope’s chest, as if his soul is leaking into the ether. Beyond a jagged tear in the void’s wall, St. Peter’s Basilica floats upside-down in a sea of swirling nebulae, its dome ablaze with a crown of violet fire. From the shadows, ghostly hands of vapor reach toward the Pope, clutching scrolls that unravel into streams of glowing Latin script, spiraling upward into a vortex of starlit mist. His eyes glow faintly, reflecting a vision unseen, as a single feather of molten gold drifts down from the chaos above, landing softly on his trembling brow.
    R3alisticF,A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of On the windswept plains of a desolate wasteland, a slayer with ash-gray skin and glowing white eyes rides a black, skeletal horse, her long, silver hair streaming behind her like a banner. The sky above is dark and swirling with storm clouds, lightning flashing across the horizon as a swarm of undead creatures shambles toward her. Her armor, made of bone and leather, is adorned with runes that glow faintly in the gathering storm, and her massive scythe gleams with a cold, ethereal light. The horse’s hooves strike the cracked earth with a hollow, thunderous sound, and its glowing red eyes fixate on the approaching horde. The wind howls across the plains, carrying with it the scent of decay and the distant sound of thunder. The slayer’s expression is one of grim focus, her gaze locked on the rotting army before her, ready to cut them down with a single sweep of her scythe. Behind her, the ruins of an ancient city lie in shadow, its towers crumbling and forgotten, a reminder of a long-dead civilization. The scene is one of desolation and power, as the slayer rides alone through the storm, ready to face death itself. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.) Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    A majestic dragon with iridescent scales soaring through a thunderous sky, its expansive wings casting shadows over the storm-tossed ocean below. The dragon's eyes gleam like molten gold, and fiery breath coils into the clouds, illuminating the surroundings with a mesmerizing glow. Its elongated horns arc back gracefully, and its powerful claws flex as it navigates through the turbulent air. The clouds swirl with magical luminescence, casting an eerie yet captivating atmosphere, with flashes of lightning acting as a dramatic backdrop. A symphony of rich, saturated blues and fiery oranges dances across the scene, capturing the mystical energy and the dragon's imperial presence. Rendered in ultra-high detail, the scene embodies epic fantasy, with unparalleled realism and fantastical elements woven seamlessly together, creating a masterpiece of awe-inspiring intensity and mythical allure. <lora:DND_GRAINYBOYZ_FG_FLUX_V2_ROMULUS_Lora:0.5> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.9> <lora:reedy-art-style:0.5> <lora:Memadukan_Brush_Strokes_of_Fineart:0.8>
    The Storm Gardens of the Sky Archipelago, where islands of earth and lightning float in a perpetual tempest. Each island hosts a different type of magical weather - eternal rain, frozen lightning, rainbow storms, or thunder crystals that grow like plants. Bridges of pure electricity connect the major islands, their intensity shifting with the strength of the surrounding storms. Flying whales with storm clouds for fins navigate between the islands, their songs creating new weather patterns. The sky is a canvas of impossible colors as different storm types collide and merge, creating spectacular light shows and weather phenomena never seen in the mortal realm. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    thepaintedrealm. This is a surreal oil painting created in an expressive, impressionistic style. The artwork features a colossal beast—part lion, part tempest—standing atop a jagged, windswept cliff. Its fur shimmers like a raging storm, woven from deep indigos, electric blues, and streaks of silver lightning that crackle and pulse with raw energy. Its flowing mane swirls like a cyclone, shifting between translucent clouds and solid form, while glowing violet eyes pierce through the darkened sky with an intense, otherworldly presence. The background is a world split between two realms. On the left, a swirling vortex of endless twilight, painted in deep blues and purples, stretches toward the horizon. Wisps of spectral mist coil through the air, drawn toward the lion like an unseen force. On the right, a shattered sky of neon pink and emerald green burns with unnatural auroras, casting an eerie luminescence over jagged mountains. The ground trembles under the beast’s paws, its energy distorting the fabric of reality itself. Between these realms, the Stormborn Colossus stands as a force of nature—neither hero nor destroyer, but a harbinger of change. Thunder echoes in the distance, and the sky itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for the moment when the storm will break.
    Atop a narrow, wind-swept bridge of stone suspended between two mountain peaks, a scholar-warrior in pale green robes stares into the distance where storm clouds gather on the horizon. His hair, streaked with silver, is tied back neatly, and his sharp, intelligent eyes gleam behind circular glasses made of polished crystal. In his hand, he holds a staff carved from dark wood, its top adorned with a glowing orb that flickers like a captured flame. The bridge beneath him is ancient, its surface etched with faded inscriptions in an unknown script, while below, a deep chasm is filled with swirling mist. The mountains around him rise like jagged spires, their snow-capped peaks glowing faintly in the dim light of the approaching storm. The air is heavy with the scent of rain and ozone, and the faint rumble of distant thunder echoes across the peaks. Behind him, a solitary monastery clings to the side of the mountain, its red banners fluttering defiantly in the growing wind. The scholar-warrior’s stance is calm but ready, his gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and resolve as he contemplates the challenge that lies ahead. The scene feels both timeless and fleeting, like a moment frozen before the storm’s arrival. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. , <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration
    An otherworldly and mythical scene showcasing a roaring tiger made entirely of flames, its fiery outline glowing with vivid, chromatic hues. The tiger appears as a focal point, with intricate details of ember-like fur and blazing orange, red, and golden tones highlighted by iridescent and rainbow reflections. Surrounding it is a fiery tornado, composed of visible wind currents and debris, creating a cyclone of destruction with lightning and thunder illuminating the smoky atmosphere. The backdrop features a blurred, multidimensional cityscape viewed from above, cast in a surreal blend of fiery light and shadow. The tiger emanates a radiant and mysterious aura, with glowing embers and sparks swirling around it, creating a sense of depth and motion. The vibrant colors and translucent, fiery textures are rendered in insanely high resolution (8K HDR10), with photorealistic detail emphasizing the gradient effects, diffusion of light, and sharp contrasts. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.8> <lora:v1v1dr34m:0.78> <lora:aidmaGLOW-FLUX-V0.1:0.8> <lora:aesthetic2-cdo-0.5:0.72> <lora:mythp0rt_FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.74> <lora:ne0nfant4sy_NeonFantasyPrimeFLUX-000049:0.72>
    A heavily battered Range Rover L322, bearing the deep scars of a catastrophic crash, claws its way up the treacherous slopes near Everest’s base at nearly 8000 meters above sea level. Torn metal panels rattle in the howling wind, and shattered windows offer little protection against the swirling, ice-laden snow. The storm rages relentlessly, obliterating visibility as jagged peaks loom like silent sentinels in the white abyss. Each surge forward tests the vehicle’s fractured chassis and the driver’s nerve, with freezing temperatures gnawing at every bolt and breath. Despite the savage conditions, the headlights carve narrow corridors through the blizzard, revealing precarious cliffs and ever-shifting drifts that threaten to swallow the path whole. The battered SUV’s engine roars defiantly, wrestling with slick ice and steep inclines as if each tire rotation is an act of sheer will. Above, thunderous gusts of wind tear at the broken frame, but neither machine nor driver yield. Every second is a brutal contest against the mountain’s wrath, and every heartbeat is a testament to unbreakable resolve, pushing ever upward in search of triumph at the roof of the world. (aidmaimageupgrader, flux dev, extreme weather, dangerous conditions, deep snow, snow storm, blizzard, carcrash)
    battle-worn middle-aged half-giant of enormous strength, with a wild and untamed red beard, with beads, and long, messy red hair with beads stands amidst a dense fog, gripping Mjolnir, a battle hammer with a short handle. His face is covered in dirt and dried blood, and his expression is hardened and intimidating. He has the physique of a gigantic fat Endomorph strongman, with a beer belly. He wears heavy iron gloves, weathered leather boots, a bloody and dirty dark fur cloak, a big belt with the Thurisaz rune in the middle, and some dark leather pants. Otherwise, he's bare-chested. He has blood-red eyes, an ugly, 'pig' '-like appearance, and an intimidating presence. Thunder surrounds him. The atmosphere is heavy, evoking a sense of tension before an impending battle. The muted, earthy color palette and diffused lighting create a cinematic, moody aesthetic reminiscent of medieval epics and dark fantasy films. The warrior's silhouette is partially engulfed by the swirling mist, adding to the mystery of his surroundings. The composition focuses on the warrior's stoic determination, with a shallow depth of field that blurs the background, emphasizing his presence. The image is rendered in ultra-detailed 4K, capturing every crease in his clothing, and the gleaming edge of his battle hammer, ready for battle. Inspired by *The Northman*, *Dark Souls*, and *The Last Duel*, this scene embodies the raw, gritty essence of medieval warfare and lone warrior narratives, anime, cyberpunk
    A massive, fiery red dragon, its seven crowned heads twisting in different directions, eyes burning with malice. Its ten jagged horns glisten with an eerie glow, while its wings stretch wide, blotting out the storm-filled sky. The air trembles as its enormous, serpentine tail lashes through the heavens, scattering celestial fragments like falling stars. Surrounded by shattered ruins and swirling storms, the dragon looms over a mystical, radiant woman, its fanged maw open as if ready to strike. In the heavens, angelic warriors wielding blazing swords descend, their armor reflecting divine light as they charge against the ancient beast. The dragon’s presence distorts reality—a swirling maelstrom of fire and shadow, its scales shimmering between the realms of existence. Thunder rumbles as the battle between light and darkness unfolds, an apocalyptic clash of cosmic forces. Ultra-detailed, high fantasy, dark biblical mythology, cinematic lighting, hyper-realistic textures, divine vs. demonic contrast, epic celestial battle
    Comic book style From the pitch-black void of a starless, moonless night, a titanic figure emerges: a colossal American bison, its form sculpted from dancing flames of black, violet, and electric blue. Its body, a fusion of fire and shadow, moves with unstoppable force, making the earth tremble with each massive step. Its blazing mane surges like an ocean of living embers, crackling with primal energy. Its breath releases waves of searing heat, setting the surrounding vegetation ablaze. Every stride leaves a trail of devastation, the jungle consumed in spectral-colored flames, while ashes drift like fireflies in a doomed world. Its eyes, two scorching stars, gleam with inhuman fury, illuminating its untamed visage. Its horns, forged from solid fire, seem sculpted by gods of destruction, radiating with an otherworldly glow. As it moves, the air warps from its scorching heat, shadows twisting around it. A deep, thunderous roar reverberates through the darkness, a fiery thunderclap that heralds impending annihilation.
    The Behemoth, a towering beast of unstoppable strength, stands amid a vast and desolate landscape, its muscular frame casting an enormous shadow over the land. Its thick, armored hide, a fusion of hardened flesh and stone-like plates, reflects the golden light of a setting sun. Massive legs, like the trunks of ancient trees, support its unimaginable weight, each step causing the earth to tremble. Its colossal head, crowned with curved horns, surveys the land with piercing, ancient eyes, deep and knowing. Steam rises from its nostrils as it exhales, shaking the air like distant thunder. A tail, as powerful as a cedar tree, sweeps behind it, capable of leveling forests in a single motion. The surrounding land is shaped by its presence—rivers carve new paths around its feet, trees bow under the pressure of its movements, and mountains seem smaller in comparison. No man, no weapon, no force on earth can challenge it. Behemoth is not just a creature; it is a living testament to divine power, a beast that roams untouched, answerable only to its Creator. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythology, awe-inspiring scale, primal and untamed wilderness, epic divine creature, dark and moody composition
    A massive, fiery red dragon, its seven crowned heads twisting in different directions, eyes burning with malice. Its ten jagged horns glisten with an eerie glow, while its wings stretch wide, blotting out the storm-filled sky. The air trembles as its enormous, serpentine tail lashes through the heavens, scattering celestial fragments like falling stars. Surrounded by shattered ruins and swirling storms, the dragon looms over a mystical, radiant woman, its fanged maw open as if ready to strike. In the heavens, angelic warriors wielding blazing swords descend, their armor reflecting divine light as they charge against the ancient beast. The dragon’s presence distorts reality—a swirling maelstrom of fire and shadow, its scales shimmering between the realms of existence. Thunder rumbles as the battle between light and darkness unfolds, an apocalyptic clash of cosmic forces. Ultra-detailed, high fantasy, dark biblical mythology, cinematic lighting, hyper-realistic textures, divine vs. demonic contrast, epic celestial battle. dragon with seven heads.
    A woman, an albino with straight, silvery-white hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall, stands in the midst of a raging storm. Her pale, almost translucent skin glows faintly against the dark, swirling chaos around her. Her lips are painted with a subtle red lipstick, the only vivid color in her otherwise monochromatic appearance. She wears an elegant white dress that billows wildly in the howling wind, the fabric clinging to her slender frame as the storm tears at it. Her expression is one of fierce determination, her pale eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity as she strains forward, her body leaning into the gale. But she is held back—bound by bright red ribbons that coil around her arms, torso, and legs like serpents. The ribbons are stark against the purity of her white dress, their crimson hue vivid and unsettling, like streaks of blood on snow. They pull taut, resisting her every movement, their ends disappearing into the storm’s darkness as if anchored by some unseen force. The contrast between her ethereal beauty and the violent, almost grotesque imagery of the ribbons is striking, a symbol of struggle and restraint. The storm around her is a maelstrom of chaos—wind whips through the air, carrying debris and rain in a frenzied dance. The sky is a churning mass of gray and black, lit occasionally by flashes of lightning that illuminate her figure in stark relief. The sound of the storm is deafening, a cacophony of howling wind, crashing thunder, and the relentless pounding of rain. Yet, amidst the chaos, she remains a focal point, her presence both fragile and powerful. Her struggle is palpable, every muscle in her body taut as she fights against the ribbons that bind her. The ribbons seem alive, their ends flailing wildly in the wind, their color a vivid reminder of the forces that seek to hold her back. The scene is a metaphor—a battle between purity and corruption, freedom and restraint, light and darkness. She is a figure of otherworldly grace, caught in a moment of defiance, her determination shining through even as the storm threatens to consume her. The red ribbons, the white dress, and the chaotic storm create a visual and emotional tension that is both haunting and unforgettable.
    A knight with black armor, the black armor has golden coloured rune on it, the knight wear a demon like helmet with ruby red coloured eyes, the black knight holding a two-handed sword, the sword base color is silver and it has yellow lighting effect on it, the lightning effect is going upward to the sky like a thunder strike the sword, the black knight stood at the edge of the cliff, the focus is at knight and the lightning, (((at the bottom add text that says: "I am the honoured buzz knight"))), score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, source_anime, masterpiece, best quality, skindentation, anime artwork, intricately detailed photorealism, very detailed, highly detailed texture, cinematic illumination, volumetric lighting, detailed face, detailed skin, detailed eyes, rating_explicit, concept art, absurdres, highres, hd, ultra hd quality details, Expressiveh, solo focus, 1girl,
    High atop a storm-wracked mountain, a colossal sword, embedded deep in the rock, crackles with bolts of golden lightning. The blade, massive and ancient, is covered in glowing runes that pulse in rhythm with the rolling thunder above. Wind howls around the peak, carrying swirling clouds that twist and churn like living creatures, obscuring the jagged cliffs that drop into the abyss below. The hilt of the sword is wrapped in weathered leather, gripping it like a relic frozen in time, untouched for millennia. Around the base of the weapon, glowing blue butterflies flutter, their delicate wings defying the violent storm that rages around them. The ground beneath is cracked and blackened, scorched from countless lightning strikes, forming a web of luminous veins beneath the sword’s mighty presence. In the distance, shadowed figures stand in silent reverence, their cloaks whipping in the wind as they stare at the legendary artifact. The entire scene hums with an unspoken power, the storm itself seeming to bow before the blade that has not been claimed. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A massive, fiery red dragon, its seven crowned heads twisting in different directions, eyes burning with malice. Its ten jagged horns glisten with an eerie glow, while its wings stretch wide, blotting out the storm-filled sky. The air trembles as its enormous, serpentine tail lashes through the heavens, scattering celestial fragments like falling stars. Surrounded by shattered ruins and swirling storms, the dragon looms over a mystical, radiant woman, its fanged maw open as if ready to strike. In the heavens, angelic warriors wielding blazing swords descend, their armor reflecting divine light as they charge against the ancient beast. The dragon’s presence distorts reality—a swirling maelstrom of fire and shadow, its scales shimmering between the realms of existence. Thunder rumbles as the battle between light and darkness unfolds, an apocalyptic clash of cosmic forces. Ultra-detailed, high fantasy, dark biblical mythology, cinematic lighting, hyper-realistic textures, divine vs. demonic contrast, epic celestial battle. dragon with seven heads.
    futuristic Bat-Man shrouded in dark cyber armor with matte black and shadowy metallic textures, faint crimson glowing accents etched like veins across the suit, sharp angular bat ears on a menacing high-tech helmet, eyes glowing ominously red through a cracked visor, tattered black cape with jagged edges trailing in the wind, perched on a crumbling gothic skyscraper ledge, overlooking a dystopian Gotham City drenched in shadows, neon-red highlights cutting through the gloom, towering skyscrapers with broken windows, holographic billboards flickering ominously, heavy rain pouring down, thunder illuminating the dark clouds, cold fog creeping through the streets below, distant cries and sirens echoing through the night, a hauntingly oppressive atmosphere with Batman’s figure blending into the darkness, faintly glowing drones casting eerie red beams in the distance. The overall color palette is dominated by deep blacks and vibrant reds, creating a stark contrast that emphasizes the dark fantasy theme.
    On a secluded mountain plateau high above the clouds, a burly dwarf with a thick, braided beard of copper and bronze swings a massive warhammer in precise, deliberate arcs. His skin is tanned from the sun, and his muscles ripple beneath his heavy, ornate armor, which bears the sigils of his clan in gold and crimson. The ground beneath him is scorched and cracked from countless strikes of his hammer, which glows faintly with the fiery magic imbued within it. Surrounding him, jagged peaks rise like the spines of a sleeping dragon, their tips covered in eternal snow that gleams brightly under the midday sun. The air is thin and crisp, carrying the faint scent of sulfur from nearby hot springs that steam gently in the background. With each swing of his hammer, a thunderous crack echoes through the mountains, scattering small birds from their perches and causing loose rocks to tumble down the cliffs. His face is set in a grim, focused expression, sweat dripping down his forehead as he repeats the same movements over and over, perfecting his technique. A lone banner, bearing his clan’s crest, flutters in the wind, a silent witness to his solitary training. The scene exudes a sense of raw power and unwavering resolve. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    The Behemoth, a towering beast of unstoppable strength, stands amid a vast and desolate landscape, its muscular frame casting an enormous shadow over the land. Its thick, armored hide, a fusion of hardened flesh and stone-like plates, reflects the golden light of a setting sun. Massive legs, like the trunks of ancient trees, support its unimaginable weight, each step causing the earth to tremble. Its colossal head, crowned with curved horns, surveys the land with piercing, ancient eyes, deep and knowing. Steam rises from its nostrils as it exhales, shaking the air like distant thunder. A tail, as powerful as a cedar tree, sweeps behind it, capable of leveling forests in a single motion. The surrounding land is shaped by its presence—rivers carve new paths around its feet, trees bow under the pressure of its movements, and mountains seem smaller in comparison. No man, no weapon, no force on earth can challenge it. Behemoth is not just a creature; it is a living testament to divine power, a beast that roams untouched, answerable only to its Creator. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythology, awe-inspiring scale, primal and untamed wilderness, epic divine creature, dark and moody composition
    In a forgotten speakeasy bathed in crimson light, a statuesque woman in a razor-sharp tuxedo leans lazily against the bar, a glass of whiskey swirling in her gloved hand. Her platinum blonde bob is cut to perfection, not a strand out of place, her lips painted the kind of deep red that leaves a mark on every cigarette she smokes. The dim lighting catches the subtle iridescent threadwork in her suit, shifting between violet and emerald as she moves. A single, black leather glove rests on the polished bar top, tapping out a slow rhythm as she listens to the band—a jazz quartet that plays like they owe her money. In the corner, figures in dark coats whisper nervously, casting glances in her direction, but she pays them no mind. A pearl-handled dagger sits sheathed at her hip, not hidden but not flaunted—an elegant warning. The bartender, a nervous wreck of a man, refills her glass without being asked, his hands trembling just slightly. She smiles at him, slow and knowing. In this place, she isn’t a customer. She is the storm before the thunder. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>

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