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    A desolate robotic nun, a fallen relic of faith in a dystopian world, kneels in solemn prayer. Her form is a haunting fusion of divinity and decay—her once-elegant habit, now tattered, clings to her voluptuous frame, its fabric interwoven with frayed circuitry and shattered plating. Glowing fragments of electric blue and crimson pulse weakly beneath her broken exoskeleton, flickering like the last embers of a dying soul. Her face, a delicate yet fractured mask of synthetic porcelain, bears the scars of time, with one eye barely functional, emitting a soft, melancholic glow. She gazes upwards in silent yearning, her lips slightly parted as if whispering a final prayer to a god who no longer listens. The void above her is infinite—an endless expanse of swirling galaxies, neon storms, and cosmic remnants bleeding into the fractured dystopian skyline. Translucent hues of pink, blue, and green illuminate the scene with a ghostly radiance, casting eerie reflections upon her metallic skin. The air crackles with the remnants of forgotten transmissions, faint glyphs of an ancient faith flickering across her corroded circuits. Dystopian atmospheric lighting engulfs the scene, shadows stretching unnaturally, wrapping her in an ethereal, almost supernatural presence. The perspective is slightly below, emphasizing her solemn, overwhelming presence—a forgotten saint of machinery and sorrow, kneeling in reverence to the void.
    A desolate robotic soldier, a broken remnant of war, kneels in solemn silence. His once-mighty armor, now corroded and shattered, clings to his hulking frame—fragments of reinforced plating barely holding together, revealing exposed circuitry that flickers like dying embers. The faded insignia of a forgotten army is etched into his chest, scarred by battle, his tattered synthetic cloak draping over his massive shoulders like the last vestige of honor. His face, a fractured metal mask with deep cracks, stares skyward, its hollow optics dimly glowing—one eye flickering weakly, the other shattered, leaking faint electric arcs. The world around him is bathed in dystopian atmospheric light—an eerie blend of neon pinks, blues, and greens illuminating the cracked asphalt beneath him, glitching and flickering like a failing reality. The air hums with digital distortion, broken transmissions of long-dead comrades echoing in the void. The background stretches infinitely into the cosmic unknown—swirling galaxies and neon storms merging into a tapestry of forgotten time. Shadows engulf his form, contrasting starkly against bleached red highlights that cut through the deep greys and blacks, casting a haunting glow over his fractured frame. The perspective, slightly below, amplifies his solemn presence—a warrior lost to time, kneeling before an empty sky, waiting for orders that will never come.
    Comic book illustration, 2d A breathtaking hyper-detailed cybernetic portrait of a forgotten android abandoned in a dystopian wasteland, her once-perfect synthetic skin now fractured, revealing a complex mesh of exposed wiring, rusted mechanical plating, and embedded data chips flickering weakly with residual power. Her glowing blue eyes, hauntingly expressive, radiate both sorrow and defiance, with coolant streaks running down her porcelain-like face, resembling artificial tears frozen in time. Her heavy, industrial-grade headset, covered in dirt and chipped paint, hums faintly with static interference, remnants of long-lost transmissions still echoing in her fading consciousness. Her battle-worn limbs, adorned with peeling barcodes and faded serial numbers, feature intricate mechanical components, visibly degraded and barely holding together with patches of electrical tape and improvised repairs. The background is dark and chaotic, an abandoned cyberpunk dystopia of corroded metal and flickering neon debris, with sparks occasionally flaring from malfunctioning machinery. The atmosphere is thick with dust and oil, creating an immersive, cinematic realism where every meticulously rendered crack, every worn-out circuit, and every subtle glow of her failing power core tells the story of an AI left to die in a world that no longer remembers her. <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.3> <lora:Comic_Style_-_FLUX:0.6>

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