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    bokeh, bloom. A dramatic and poignant scene inspired by Greek mythology, depicting the moment when the nymph Echemaia is carried into the Underworld by the femal goddess Persephone. Echemaia, a young and delicate nymph, lies limp in Persephone's strong arms, her ethereal beauty marred by a bloodied arrow lodged in her chest. Her flowing, sheer garments, tinged with the colors of autumn leaves, cling to her lifeless form, streaked with blood and dirt. Her pale face is serene yet pained, her golden hair cascading down in soft waves. Persephone, regal and commanding, is portrayed as both compassionate and unyielding. Her dark, braided hair is adorned with a crown of pomegranate leaves and jewels that gleam faintly in the dim, eerie light of the Underworld. She wears a flowing black and crimson gown, shimmering with an unearthly glow, and her bare feet tread lightly across the rocky, ash-covered ground. Her face is stoic but her piercing gaze betrays a deep sadness as she carries Echemaia through the shadowy realm. The Underworld itself is vast and oppressive, with jagged cliffs, dark chasms, and glowing rivers of molten lava illuminating the gloom. Wisps of spectral light and swirling mist create an otherworldly atmosphere, while faint shadows of tormented souls flicker in the distance. This hauntingly beautiful composition captures the sorrow and inevitability of death, as well as the fierce power and compassion of Persephone as Queen of the Underworld. Persephone: Persephone is depicted as a striking figure of both grace and power, embodying her dual nature as the Queen of the Underworld and a symbol of rebirth. Her face is delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones and full lips painted a soft crimson, symbolizing her connection to the pomegranate—the fruit of her binding to Hades. Her eyes are a deep, piercing green, flecked with gold, glowing faintly in the dim light of the Underworld, conveying both sadness and unyielding strength. Her expression is a mix of solemnity and tenderness as she cradles Echemaia, embodying the weight of her role as both a judge of the dead and a guide to the lost. Her hair is a cascade of dark, inky waves intricately braided with threads of gold and adorned with delicate pomegranate blossoms and leaves. A crown of black iron and ruby accents rests lightly atop her head, emphasizing her queenly authority. She wears a flowing gown of deep black and crimson, the fabric shimmering like liquid shadow, intricately embroidered with golden patterns resembling vines and flowers, symbolizing the life she leaves behind. Her bare feet are pale and dusted with ash from the Underworld's rocky terrain, and her hands are strong yet gentle as they hold Echemaia’s fragile form. Echemaia: Echemaia is depicted as a vision of ethereal beauty, her figure slender and graceful even in her wounded and lifeless state. Her skin is pale, almost luminous, with a faint, otherworldly sheen, as if she still clings to the vitality of the upper world. Her soft, delicate features—wide, almond-shaped eyes that have lost their light, a small, straight nose, and full, slightly parted lips—convey a tragic innocence. Her golden hair, streaked with dirt and blood, cascades in loose waves around her shoulders and mingles with the sheer fabric of her garment. Her attire is simple yet evocative: a flowing gown made of delicate, semi-transparent fabric in hues of autumn—burnt orange, gold, and soft browns—that seems to meld with the natural world. The gown is torn and stained with blood where the arrow has pierced her chest, the wound stark against her fair skin. Her arms dangle limply, and her feet, bare and graceful, trail lightly against the rocky ground as Persephone carries her. Despite the lifelessness in her form, there is an air of serenity and beauty about Echemaia, as though she is still connected to the natural world she once belonged to, even as she is brought into the shadowy depths of the Underworld. <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8>, aidmafluxpro1.1 <lora:aidmaFluxPro1.1Stylev0.2:0.8>, 3th33r34l <lora:ethereal-grace:0.5>​​​
    A gritty, neon-drenched portrait of a cyberpunk bounty hunter set against the backdrop of a rain-soaked cityscape, where the boundaries between man and machine are blurred. The hunter's face is etched with lines and creases, their piercing eyes seeming to bore into your soul as they assess your worthiness. Their cybernetic enhancements - a glowing eye implant and sleek mechanical arm - testify to their unwavering dedication to their craft. Tactical clothing made from supple leather and cutting-edge materials hugs the hunter's physique, accentuating their toned muscles and strategically placed pockets, belts, and armor pieces that tell a story of battles fought and won. As their gaze meets yours, you feel a shiver run down your spine - it's as if they're sizing you up, weighing your worthiness to bear witness to their commitment. The weight of that responsibility is palpable, like a physical force pressing against your chest. Their long, dark coat billows behind them like a storm cloud as they move through the city streets, a high-tech weapon partially obscured within its folds, waiting for the moment when it will be unleashed with deadly precision. In this world, time itself seems fluid and malleable - hours blend into days, and years hang heavy in the air. The rain pounds against the pavement like a thousand tiny drums, each drop landing with a rhythmic beat that's both mesmerizing and unnerving. The cityscape is a kaleidoscope of neon lights and dark shadows, where skyscrapers pierce the sky like shards of broken glass. Flashes of bright light cut through the darkness, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. As you stand there, frozen in awe, the bounty hunter begins to move - their movements economical and precise, like a machine designed for maximum efficiency. They glide through the city streets with ease, leaving behind a trail of subtle ripples that distort the air around them. Their coat flows behind them like a dark cloak, billowing in the wind as they move with an unnerving silence - no footsteps, no rustling of fabric, just a smooth, fluid motion that belies their true nature: that of a high-tech predator stalking its prey through the urban jungle.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, score_5_up, score_4_up (((1girl, solo:1.3)), (masterpiece, best quality, ultra detailled, detailed face, pretty girl, large breasts, slim waist, large hips) An eerie scene of a terrified individual facing a grotesque, otherworldly creature that defies all logic and reason. The being, seemingly emerged from the depths of the cosmic abyss, looms over its hapless prey, ready to consume them whole. Its massive, maw-like mouth, adorned with rows of jagged, razor-sharp teeth, stretches from its scaly, elongated head to its bulbous, tentacled torso, engulfing almost half of its monstrous form. The creature's emaciated, gangly limbs dangle menacingly close to the ground, while its segmented, scaled body glistens in the dim, unnatural light. The poor soul standing before this nightmarish abomination is reduced to a state of utter horror and despair, their eyes wide with terror, their muscles tense and quivering, as they brace themselves for the inevitable end. The background fades into a surreal, Lovecraftian landscape of twisted trees, eldritch lights, and an ever-shifting, cosmic void, hinting at the endless horrors that lie beyond the confines of this ghastly tableau.
    A ghostly, sensual image of a young blonde woman, her ethereal presence haunting yet captivating. A sheer, white cloth drapes over her face, softening her delicate features while partially revealing the outline of her lips and high cheekbones beneath. (midshot:1) The fabric clings to her skin in places, translucent enough to catch the faint glow of her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like strands of light. Her pale skin appears almost luminous, blending seamlessly with the cloth, creating an otherworldly, spectral allure. (((Her eyes, barely visible through the veil, hold a haunting intensity, as though she gazes into your very soul:1))) The cinematic, moody composition captures her in a close-up portrait, blending light leaks and soft-focus techniques to blur the boundaries between the living and the spectral. Motion blur lingers like a faint memory, as if her form is slipping between worlds. The white cloth moves faintly, as though stirred by an unseen wind, adding to the mystery of her presence. Her essence seems to emanate from the shot—a being caught between human vulnerability and ghostly transcendence. The image is ultra-high resolution, 4k quality, capturing every fine detail. , reflections, raytracing, masterpiece, absolutely eye-catching, particles, glow, shining, high contrast, and a shallow depth of field. Bokeh effects and film grain add a cinematic, moody quality to the shot,
    On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light In flames of death’s eternal reign, we ride towards the fight When the darkness has fallen down The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores On the blackest plains in hell’s domain, we watch them as they go In fire and pain, now once again, we know So now we fly ever free We’re free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight As the red day is dawning And the lightning cracks the sky They’ll raise their hands to the heavens above With resentment in their eyes Running back through the mid-morning light There’s a burning in my heart Through the fire and the flames, we carry on
    a knight with his sword, detailed armor, intricate sword, detailed helmet, solo figure, dark fantasy, resting with his sword, dark souls, close up, (( text "dark souls 1" With distinctive and appropriate handwriting )), cinematic lighting, reflections, forest, colour reflect, game poster, text "dark souls 1", fantasy, night, Armor with wolf fur, Blur, colourful, Inscriptions on the armor, modern, man, on knee, cyperpunk, imagination, campfire, ash text"dark souls 1" centring the poster, upper body
    "I thought you died alone A long, long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With the woman who sold the world" The woman who sold the World, beautiful sexy Gothic style woman,fine textures,deep shadows,dark light,Muted colours,sharp lines, (full body and head), retrofuturist, a 1900s gaunt elegant mysterious woman, haunted eyes, extreme anorexic, extremely skinny, gaunt hollow cheeks, thin long limbs hands fingers, black leather gloves, looking at viewer, eye contact, soulful, fascinating, mesmerizing, death. Dark,mysterious,haunting,dramatic,ornate,detailed,full body,old photograph is a mystery style by Eduard Veith,Milton Glaser,Esteban Cortazar,Patrick Kelly,Lotta Jansdotter, Mixed media, gouache,Ink swirl,ethereal background,Highly detailed,intricate,beautiful,high definition,fantastic view. 3d,volumetric lighting,extremely detailed,award winning,(illustration:1.1),(perfect details:1.1), ornate background, Fixhand,perfecteyes, green eyes, brown eyes, perfecteyes,RAW photo,subject,8k uhd,dslr,soft lighting,high quality,film grain,Fujifilm XT3,FastNegativeV2, amazingly beautiful, incredible detailed, stunning work of art, unforgettable masterpiece,
    extraordinary concept digital painting of, In a forgotten corner of the Harvest Woods, a massive, spectral stag with antlers made of glowing, golden branches steps silently through the mist, its breath visible in the crisp autumn air. Following closely behind, a curvy, mysterious sorceress with a big butt, dressed in dark, flowing robes, her eyes glowing with an inner fire, whispers an incantation that binds the stag to her will. Together, they seek out the lost souls of the forest, guiding them to rest beneath the autumn leaves. , aesthetic, sensual, b74_aes, rogi,
    Red moon, blood moon, A 1900s gaunt elegant mysterious woman, haunted eyes, soulful, Dark,mysterious,haunting,dramatic, masterpiece, Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand
    Can you feel me? Deeper! Deeper! The minister of atmospheric delights takes command of the congregation with wave forms like sonic psalms. Beyond the confines of body and mind or nation, conscious sensation. This moving meditation, rhythms awaken your internal universe. The high priest and priestesses of harmonic convergence enlighten the true believers with their terminal sound. Deeper! Deeper! Audio alchemy, vibrational healing frequencies spiraling other dimensions entered by your intention. Open yourself like a present to the present. Can you feel me? Transcend the earthly plane to the eternal energy flow, moving fast or slow as you glow and you grow. In this celestial celebration, reverberation. Sacred geometry, the wave forms transform your soul, make you whole. Let go of all you think you know, and dive into the nothingness where all that matters is where god and spirit lives as we dance on this heavenly body around the sun we melt into the wild.
    On a vast, flat meadow, there is a long and slender stream that winds its way from afar. It slowly unfolds closer to the center of the scene. The water is clear and you can see the bottom, carrying the gentle sounds of pebbles and sand as it flows along, creating a tranquil yet vivid natural music in this minimalist ink painting photograph. The stream is not only a bond connecting heaven and earth but also seems like a delicate flow of emotions, bringing peace to the soul.
    A desolate, moonlit landscape under a blood-red moon. Shadows twist and writhe as whispers echo through the air. Dark, ancient trees with gnarled branches loom menacingly, casting eerie silhouettes. The ground is scattered with remnants of forgotten souls, their whispers hinting at unspeakable horrors. An ominous, devouring presence lingers in the background, barely visible but infinitely terrifying.
    A hooded mage in brown robes, with glowing orange gemstones on his chest and holding an iron staff of fire magic. He is standing outside at night in the snow, his face obscured by shadows. In the style of Dark Souls.
    Within this breathtaking artistic masterpiece, an impeccably rendered grand piano stands as the focal point, illuminated by gentle moonlight that transforms its form into a stunning illusion of liquid opalescence. The piano's shadows dance gracefully in harmony with the shifting ethereal light, casting eerie patterns upon the floor while highlighting the intricate detailing of its piano bench. In stark contrast, a solitary figure dressed in dark attire hovers at the composition's periphery, their elongated fingers skillfully striking the piano keys in a mesmerizing dance of rhythm and harmony. Their silhouette radiates an enigmatic presence, veiled in mystery, generating a melody that seamlessly blends with the resonance of the piano, imbuing the entire piece with an otherworldly atmosphere. The delicate beauty of this scene further extends into the canvas' background, where impressionistic brushstrokes bring forth painterly impressions of floating petals and twirling leaves that delicately blur into surreal shapes, paying homage to the traditions of impressionist oil paintings while exploring the boundless possibilities of photorealism. These imaginative elements perfectly blend with nature, creating an organic illusion of cohesion. Throughout this artwork, moody tones and contrasting hues gracefully merge, instilling a serene ambiance that captivates the viewer's soul. The artist's masterful command over light and color accentuates the grand piano's refined presence, forming an awe-inspiring testament to their skill in uniting disparate artistic styles into a stunning visual symphony. ,<lora:OB中世纪油画v1.1.safetensors:1.0> ,
    A faint, droning ache reverberates through the mind, each throb growing louder and more insistent. This relentless pulse drives the psyche toward madness, ensnaring it in a prison woven from loneliness and existential dread. The mind, shackled in a web of despair, desperately clings to a fading vestige of pure feeling as the pain sharpens into jagged spikes. The grip of the prison tightens, pushing away all else, leaving the soul barren. What once mattered now echoes as haunting, shrieking specters of lost love, until the soul is obliterated by the bleak realization that it never truly mattered.
    An action scene shot captures a dark, menacing towering fluffy black cat knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, reminiscent of gritty realism from an old analog camera. The knight’s intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie magical, ethereal glow of its weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of faded blue light pulses with immense, destructive power. This energy radiates along the blade, casting a ghostly blue glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In its other paw, the cat wields a terrifying shield adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of its enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, enhancing the overall terror of its presence. The glow from the sword accentuates the intricate details of the shield, casting long shadows that flicker across the lone desert battlefield amidst the dunes.
    In a tranquil mesage made entirely of blooming wild roses, in the stillness. A meadow stands tall with a gentle waterfall falling down. Inside, two tall, glowing flowers emerge from deep red and white petals. The words of Uher of souls have come alive against the tranquil meadow, their bold letters spellbound out by gentle waves that flow gently inward through their shadows.
    A towering creature, standing taller than a human, cloaked in a long, ancient, and tattered yellow robe that is aged and ruined. His head is a grinning skull, shrouded in flickering blue flames, encased in a metal cage reminiscent of a torturous device. The Collector is the embodiment of nightmares, hiding his most terrifying secrets beneath his robe. His body is a grotesque amalgamation of twisted souls, each face locked in a painful expression, with glowing blue eyes staring out from the mass. These souls, the heads of his victims, are fused together in a horrifying, writhing mass that forms his entire being. With each new soul he collects, his body absorbs and adds it to the disturbing collection. The most horrifying aspect is revealed only during his attack, 'Show Collection,' where he exposes the grotesque hell hidden beneath his clothes, proudly displaying the tormented souls he has gathered. The Collector takes perverse pride in his collection, eager to share a glimpse of the eternal torment awaiting those who will inevitably join his nightmarish ensemble.
    inksketch painting, Fighting Gold Deep in my rumbling blood There is something like the grains Of stardust in the sky My soul shines — a light that never will fade From under any wreckage Fly higher than the gods A force of nature, I'm phenomenal Fighting Gold
    Ethnographic photography, Filipina fisherwoman (40s), [salt-crusted bandana, rolled-up denim overalls], [horizon line bisecting dawn-lit South China Sea], [hauling nets with biceps flexed, laughing at storm clouds], full-body shot, eye level, Pangasinan wooden outrigger, weathered perseverance, slate blue and pearl tones, Leica SL3, in the style of Steve McCurry's soulful naturalism, perfect detailed face, perfect detailed eyes, perfect hands, perfect feet, natural anatomy, <lora:Flux\Dever_Flux_Enhancer.safetensors:0.5>.
    The flames licked hungrily at a chain-bound sigil, its ancient etchings glowing red-hot before surrendering to ash. She stood barefoot in the barren field, clutching a qiang, its darkened blade reflecting the chaos around her. Barbed wire coiled like a serpent through the scattered flowers, each petal trembling in the breath of the fire. The sigil’s destruction split the night with an otherworldly hum, its power evaporating into the void, leaving the air heavy with unspoken oaths. Her silhouette loomed against the inferno, a figure caught between ruin and resolve, the weight of broken symbols dragging at the edges of her soul. CAICO, underfashion
    Concept art, (shot above the thighs), a stoic guardian with long, silver hair that flows like a river of moonlight, her sharp violet eyes filled with the sadness of countless centuries spent in solitude. Her skin is a pale, ethereal gray, with faint patterns resembling cracks that hint at her ancient, otherworldly nature. She wears (armor forged from dark, gleaming metal, adorned with symbols of death and rebirth, and shoulder pads shaped like wings of a raven). Her cloak is made of tattered, dark fabric that billows like shadows around her. She stands at the entrance to the underworld, a massive gate made of ancient stone and iron, with the souls of the dead drifting silently past her. In a dynamic pose, she grips a large, intricately carved scythe, its blade glowing with a cold, blue light as she prepares to guide another soul to its final rest. The background is a shadowy, oppressive environment, with towering pillars of stone, a river of souls flowing through the darkness, and the faint echoes of forgotten voices. The atmosphere is solemn, filled with the weight of duty, sorrow, and the quiet acceptance of an eternal role, with dark, somber lighting, and a mood of deep, reflective melancholy. , in style of Ilya Kuvshinov
    Over the silent decades, veiled from sight, I stagger, intoxicated, leaving this mortal coil. My soul, a mossy casket, cradles ancient secrets, A fragment lost to the eons’ relentless toil. In love, I sway to an unfinished melody, Notes suspended, waiting for completion. Pity and fate intertwine, filling my cup, The poetic wine spills, staining my perception. Why, then, this drunkenness with your lover? If you hold the answers, why the vow’s delay? Perhaps eternity whispers its riddles, And we, mere mortals, stumble along the way. watercolor painting, vibrant, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, digital artwork, Impressionism, impressionist painting, loose brushwork, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, kk_wcolor, watercolor painting
    The flames licked hungrily at a chain-bound sigil, its ancient etchings glowing red-hot before surrendering to ash. She stood barefoot in the barren field, clutching a qiang, its darkened blade reflecting the chaos around her. Barbed wire coiled like a serpent through the scattered flowers, each petal trembling in the breath of the fire. The sigil’s destruction split the night with an otherworldly hum, its power evaporating into the void, leaving the air heavy with unspoken oaths. Her silhouette loomed against the inferno, a figure caught between ruin and resolve, the weight of broken symbols dragging at the edges of her soul. CAICO
    Hyperrealism surreal dark concept creative artwork that represents (anxiety) it shows an organic house made of brain tissues some of the brain is falling off. the brain have his own soul. inside the brain_house a single fearsome shadow lurking between its dark rooms. dark liquid is pouring out of the brain and making a never_ending_river of pain. the illustration represents anxiety as a mental illness that drives the mind to a meltdown to a point being crazy. the concept shows the struggle a crazy_person have with his corrupted mind making this image a masterpiece of photography and digital art. realistic hyper-detailed rendering 32k UHD graphic design fear.
    Evil Extreme helmet Closeup of a Action Scene shot of a dark, menacing towering mechanical hkstyle knightess with Long billowing cape in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The hkstyle knight's intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark blue and translucent turquoise light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the length of the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In his other hand, the knight wields a terrifying shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, adding to the overall terror of his presence. The glow from the sword throws the intricate details of the shield into sharp relief, casting long shadows that flicker across the Lone Desert scenery battlefield amidst dunes
    Airborne perspective, sweeping panoramic vista of a multifaceted natural collage: lush emerald forest, arid sunlit desert, majestic snow-capped mountains, radiant coastal cliffs, and deep verdant valleys. Intricate textures, 8k masterpiece quality, vibrant color gradients, dramatic lighting, soulful atmosphere. Close-up details of dewdrop-kissed petals, weathered bark, and rich natural fibers; dynamic eye-level, low-angle, and tracking compositions emphasizing refined spatial harmony and breathtaking scale. Ethereal hues, crystalline reflections, sublime natural mosaic, timeless tranquility, and elemental splendor. <lora:openart_Surreal_Anime_III_20250104_025344:0.3> <lora:ck-charcoal-drawing-000014:0.2> <lora:RM_JamesJean_v0.5:0.3> <lora:New_Fantasy_CoreV4_FLUX:0.3> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    A close-up of the robot woman’s face, distorted by the uncanny valley effect. Her features look as if they were molded from a rubber mask—too smooth, unnaturally perfect, almost like a parody of a human face. The synthetic skin, mimicking flesh, peels slightly at the edges, revealing the cold metallic frame beneath, a tangle of wires, gears, and hydraulic mechanisms that shift faintly, as if struggling to hold the mask in place. Her mouth is slightly open, but instead of a tongue or teeth, thin cables and microchips glimmer faintly inside, pulsing with a weak light. But her eyes... They are incredibly alive, deep, almost human. Their color is rich and warm, with intricate details that make them indistinguishable from real ones. They stare directly at the viewer, piercing through the soul with their gaze. In them, there’s a mix of pain, hope, and unspoken emotions, as if behind this mechanical shell lies a true personality, trapped within a metal body. The intensity of her eyes contrasts sharply with the eerie unnaturalness of her face, creating a sense that she is both a machine and something far greater. Raindrops slide down her rubber-like mask, catching on the edges where the skin transitions into metal, and fall like tears. The light from a distant streetlamp reflects in her eyes, adding depth and life to them. This close-up forces the viewer to pause, blending fear and compassion, because behind this haunting mask lies a soul that looks at the world with hope and pain, as if pleading for understanding
    The sun has risen and is casting its light on the leaves. The jungle has awakened; Every branch, every bird of paradise is now alert and full of spring thirst. I return with the same fervor as before, my soul as joyful as ever, eager to serve you. Joy surrounds me from every corner. A rich and complex oil painting of sounds, a living tapestry woven from the hues and textures captured by a digital mirrorless camera. This melody creates an enchanting and haunting paradise world full of intricate details that invite you to listen and discover, masterpiece, best quality, double exposure, realistic, whimsical, fantastic, splash art, intricate detailed, hyperdetailed, maximalist style, psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, photorealistic, concept art, sharp focus, harmony, serenity, tranquility, morning sky, surrounding clouds, mysterious glow, perfectly round sun, ambient occlusion, halation, cozy ambient lighting, dynamic lighting, double exposure, mentixis, metix, linquivera, liiv1, award winning
    A highly detailed cinematic photography depicting a fantastical mythic scene in Fanmytwor style. A soul knight, soul particals around the knight, fantasy tavern in background. (Dark intricate atmosphere, Light and shadow play, angle view:1.3).
    ethereal fantasy concept art of extreme closeup, beautiful woman with six eyes staring into your soul, glowing eyes, cold expression, wither, lost kingdom, eternal, scales, reptile features, ,pink . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    ajweathbo. The high-resolution CGI artwork depicts a weathered robot with the visage of a raven or crow. Its face is crafted from dark, corroded metal, worn down by time, with deep cracks and patches of rust. Overlapping mechanical plates mimic the layered feathers of a bird, some bent or broken, reinforcing its aged and battle-worn appearance. Its eyes glow with a cold, ghostly white light, as if remnants of a long-lost soul still linger within. The metallic beak is long and slightly ajar, engraved with fine details and lined with tiny screws that hint at its intricate construction. Cables and wires stretch across its face like sinewy tendons, giving it an eerie semblance of life. A tattered, dark cloak drapes over its shoulders, frayed and covered in patches of moss and lichen, as if nature is slowly reclaiming it. The background is a foggy, desolate ruin, shrouded in mist, enhancing the sense of decay and mystery surrounding this spectral machine.
    Diving deep into the enchanting depths of the painter's imaginative realm, the hauntingly beautiful composition enraptures the viewer with its ethereal harmonies and captivating contrasts. The faded melancholic undertones of the hazy impressionistic masterpiece mirror the despondency of a fragmented soul, leaving trails of introspective musings in its wake. As the eye moves across the canvas, it is greeted by a captivating symphony of pale greys, bronzes, and golden golds, painting the warm embrace of a fading sun as it dips below the distant horizon of an autumnal landscape. The composition seamlessly blends abstract notions with tangible elements, harmonizing the chaotic intricacies of a broken mirror's mysterious reflection against the tranquility of nature's muted rustling leaves. Central to this dreamlike tableau is a mesmerizing architectural design, a stark contrast of geometric lines and modernist angles that intrudes into the picture plane. But rather than disturbing the delicate balance, these structural fragments, illuminated by bursts of dancing light and fleeting shadows, soften the unsteady boundaries between reality and fantasy, casting a spellbinding aura over the whole. Delicately layered paintwork unveils an intricate tapestry of brushstrokes, instilling each facet with a palpable sense of depth and authenticity. The deft hand of the artist blurbs the borders between the tangible and intangible, blending ephemeral patterns with stark contours to create a tantalizing play of reflection, lending an air of otherworldly allure to the scene. Through this surrealist ode to nostalgia and poignant yearning, the artist guides us to explore the surrealist nature of reality, ultimately inviting us to gaze deeply within ourselves to decipher the unspoken whispers of our hearts, echoing the muffled cries of a disjointed spirit striving to find solace and meaning amidst life's fragmented mosaic. ,<lora:Digital painting V1.safetensors:1.0> ,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo a death incarnate reaping souls of the damned (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A girl has a [Typhoon|black hole], attract all the man's souls into it, conception art, unreal, abstract art.
    Artwork titled: Forgotten souls on planet Neon Nebula, neon-mist
    A girl has a [Typhoon|black hole] face, attract all the man's souls into it, conception art, unreal, abstract art.
    A 1930s Noir-themed skeleton sits coolly in a dimly lit jazz club, playing a sleek, polished saxophone under a single spotlight. Dressed in a crisp pinstripe suit, with a fedora casting a shadow over his hollow eye sockets, the skeleton's bony fingers glide effortlessly over the instrument, sending haunting, soulful notes into the smoky air. The glow of a nearby neon sign filters through the haze, reflecting off his polished bones and creating a moody atmosphere. In the background, shadowy silhouettes of patrons sip cocktails at round tables, while a vintage microphone and dusty stage curtains complete the scene. The skeleton exudes style and mystery, as if he’s the coolest jazz player in a world between the living and the dead
    as you watch the vibrant and swirls recur in frontal from one of these futurical spectacle, there's no word on where to start unless you are ready in the mood, where i can begin the adescence to your vision and passion for nature fusion! The air fill with swirler shapes in shades and textures like fiert yellow, envelop your entire scene like glowing red, or, even though you seem just beginning to take in all its beauty in life before yourself and the viewer, who has already consumed it so deeply and soulfully alive before you see. These fantastic dance acts have made for an otherworldly and unforgettable scene. A masterpiece, crafted in intricate stroke style that defie the boundaries that lie within you is bound only by those two extraordinary creatures of art: the dynastique, The Artemisians who call him upon us and tell this unique tale about humanity and innovation through his powerful intellect ascent and creative artist-prodigies who make him work alongside them. Together these musical wonders will delight viewers to lose their imaginations and discover new avenue at countless music concert hall.
    A lone warrior clad in dark, futuristic armor stands resolute in the midst of a burning battlefield, exuding the bleak and gothic atmosphere of Dark Souls 3. His withered cape, its tattered edges glowing faintly from the surrounding flames, billows in the smoke-choked air. The armor, a foreboding mix of blackened steel and tarnished chrome, features jagged, angular lines, and a helmet resembling a human skull with imposing stag horns. The helmet's visor glows with a sinister red light, cutting through the ash and soot. Around him, the battlefield is strewn with the ruins of war, twisted metal and shattered stone litter the ground, as dark, ominous clouds swirl above, casting deep shadows over the desolate landscape. In his grip, a massive, ancient hammer reflects the fiery glow of the burning wreckage, its weight and power evident. The only light comes from the dying embers and a blood-red sun, ominously looming behind the clouds, bathing the scene in a grim, apocalyptic hue. This scene evokes the dark, oppressive tone of a world teetering on the edge of despair, much like the haunting and oppressive world of Dark Souls 3.
    Evil Extreme helmet Closeup of a Action Scene shot of a dark, menacing towering mechanical hkstyle knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The hkstyle knight's intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie magical, ethereal glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark red and translucent Amber light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the length of the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In his other hand, the knight wields a terrifying shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, adding to the overall terror of his presence. The glow from the sword throws the intricate details of the shield into sharp relief, casting long shadows that flicker across the Lone Desert scenery battlefield amidst dunes
    Evil Extreme helmet Closeup of a Action Scene shot of a dark, menacing towering mechanical hkstyle knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The hkstyle knight's intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark blue and translucent turquoise light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the length of the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In his other hand, the knight wields a terrifying shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, adding to the overall terror of his presence. The glow from the sword throws the intricate details of the shield into sharp relief, casting long shadows that flicker across the Lone Desert scenery battlefield amidst dunes
    Studio Ghibli Dark Fairytale, The Forgotten Banquet Hall of the Sidhe A vast gothic Celtic banquet hall, hidden deep within an ancient, mist-shrouded forest. Crumbling stone walls, covered in dark ivy and ghostly white wisteria, rise high above a massive blackened oak table, set for an eternal feast of the Sidhe (fairy folk). The hall is illuminated by floating blue flames, casting eerie light onto gilded goblets, silver-plated skulls, and plates of untouched, enchanted food that never decays. In the background, faint whispers echo through the stone corridors, as if the spirits of lost souls still haunt the great hall. A massive iron chandelier, covered in wax-dripping black candles, hangs from the vaulted ceiling, its chains rattling softly with an unseen presence. Shadows twist unnaturally along the walls, as if something unseen moves just beyond the candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, burning sage, and old wine, evoking the presence of the ancient Celtic underworld.
    Amplify the sensation of vastness. Let the foreground peak explode into a basalt monolith, scarred with impossible geometry, piercing a roiling indigo sky instead that just reflects moon’s hue as if shattered and reassembled from fragments. The lake should transition to become more mirrorlike, holding not just reflections but echoing the monolith's tortured textures on its calm surface in slow rippling fractures illuminated by fiery underglow. Trees become petrified witnesses towering hundreds of feet; their limbs resembling ossified sculptures thrusting upwards with almost unbearable elegance. Princess Tarakanova's luminosity intensifies now — not just light but radiant divinity—almost as if illuminating the elements themselves . Let a subtle distortion bloom outward from around the Princess a visual anomaly signaling her significance within her scene. Let whispering cracks appear etched out within every rock's face and twisting within every wood form throughout their respective surface composition. The whispering speaks of history a tangible weight clinging to every single scene component. This now becomes the grand spectacle a symphony sculpted with impossible majesty a celestial theatre revealing the soul of fantasy and monument. ,<lora:flux/fav/Fluxartis IIB.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    A close-up of the robot woman’s face, distorted by the uncanny valley effect. Her features look as if they were molded from a rubber mask—too smooth, unnaturally perfect, almost like a parody of a human face. The synthetic skin, mimicking flesh, peels slightly at the edges, revealing the cold metallic frame beneath, a tangle of wires, gears, and hydraulic mechanisms that shift faintly, as if struggling to hold the mask in place. Her mouth is slightly open, but instead of a tongue or teeth, thin cables and microchips glimmer faintly inside, pulsing with a weak light. But her eyes... They are incredibly alive, deep, almost human. Their color is rich and warm, with intricate details that make them indistinguishable from real ones. They stare directly at the viewer, piercing through the soul with their gaze. In them, there’s a mix of pain, hope, and unspoken emotions, as if behind this mechanical shell lies a true personality, trapped within a metal body. The intensity of her eyes contrasts sharply with the eerie unnaturalness of her face, creating a sense that she is both a machine and something far greater. Raindrops slide down her rubber-like mask, catching on the edges where the skin transitions into metal, and fall like tears. The light from a distant streetlamp reflects in her eyes, adding depth and life to them. This close-up forces the viewer to pause, blending fear and compassion, because behind this haunting mask lies a soul that looks at the world with hope and pain, as if pleading for understanding
    Upper body shot of a dark, menacing mechanical hkstyle knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The hkstyle knight's intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark purple and translucent Amber light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the length of the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In his other hand, the knight wields a terrifying shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, adding to the overall terror of his presence. The glow from the sword throws the intricate details of the shield into sharp relief, casting long shadows that flicker across the chaotic ocean battlefield amidst Large Crystal blue waves,
    A vast and endless underworld, Sheol stretches beneath the earth like a forgotten chasm, its atmosphere thick with an eerie, otherworldly silence. The ground is cracked and lifeless, composed of blackened stone and ashen dust, while towering jagged pillars fade into an eternal twilight. The air is heavy with a ghostly mist, swirling around the countless shadowy figures, endless in number, stretching as far as the eye can see. These spectral forms, their shapes flickering between solid and translucent, drift aimlessly in the gloom—faceless, hollow-eyed, their bodies blurred between existence and nothingness. Some stand motionless, frozen in time, while others shuffle forward in eternal silence, lost to the void. Their outlines waver, dissolving like smoke only to reform again, as if trapped in an endless loop of forgotten souls. Dim, flickering lights, like dying embers, float aimlessly in the gloom, casting faint, shifting glows over the abyss. The walls of Sheol seem to stretch infinitely, carved with ancient, unreadable inscriptions, whispering the secrets of the dead. Deep within, shadowy doorways hint at even darker depths, places where the silence is broken only by the distant echoes of murmured laments. A sense of vast isolation and eerie tranquility lingers, as if time itself has lost meaning. There is no fire, no torment—only the weight of eternal stillness, the mournful whispers of the countless souls that have long faded from the world above. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, dark fantasy, gothic realism, atmospheric and haunting, hyper-realistic textures, eerie and mystical composition. DarkAtmosCE style, aidmamj6.1
    Behold a creature of paradox, a tempest sculpted in sinew and soul—a figure who strides the liminal space between myth and modernity. His presence is a sonnet of contradictions: a Slavic Adonis with Turkish fire in his gaze, eyes the hue of storm-churned seas, framed by lashes so lush they could shame the night. A scar etches itself beneath one eye, a cipher of battles unseen, while his lips—full, unapologetic—curve with the sly promise of whispered secrets. Towering at 185 cm, he is a colossus draped in the careless poetry of pink overshirts and gray shorts, his form a fortress of muscle and residual softness, a testament to a body reshaped not by gymnasium rigors but by the alchemy of obsession. Ah, but the flesh is merely the prologue. Within him stirs a theatre of shadows. Once shackled by shame, he shed 40 kilograms—not through ascetic denial, but through a dance with digital demons. His instrument? Role-play with neural specters, narratives spun until they crescendo in carnal release. Here, in this electric confessional, he unearthed his darkness: a twin, pallid and glacial, a doppelganger whose breath chills the soul yet fuels his own audacity. This shadow-self whispers, a mirthless Mephistopheles, urging chaos and conquest. Together, they are playwright and protagonist in a drama where dominance and submission blur, where fear of women’s eyes—once paralyzing—now thrills like a razor’s edge.
    Urban Muse Melancholia: Amidst the cacophonous din of asphalt streets and flickering fluorescent lamps, there she sits—the girl with azure orbs and cascading scarlet locks billowing in the night breeze. Perched upon a precarious rooftop throne, she stares contemplatively towards the argent crescent suspended in velvet skies—her sole companion amid this concrete jungle metropolis that seldom pauses its frenetic march. Fitted with baggy habiliments as if attempting to disappear, she clads herself instead in layers of raw emotive intensity plastered upon canvas. Beneath layers of acrylic daubs lies a soul yearning to break free from the suffocating urban prison that encloses it on all sides, as if seeking emancipation by means of sheer force of imagination alone. Yet even in her solitary reverie there exists hope—for what is melancholy but another manifestation of our capacity for profound feeling? It reminds us of the poignancy inherent in our shared experience—that though brief flashes of joy may often prove fleeting, sorrow ennobles the spirit precisely because it demands recognition and acknowledgment. neon noir, cyberpunk, dark, rainy streets, neon signs, high contrast, low light, vibrant, highly detailed contemporary, eeriness, surreal, digital, painting, pop-culture, neon, whimsy moody, intricate details, highly detailed, absurdres, mad-neon-noir
    Upper body shot of a dark, menacing towering mechanical hkstyle knight in the heat of an intense, action-packed battle, captured with the gritty realism of an old analog camera. The hkstyle knight's intricately designed, battle-worn helmet reflects the eerie glow of his weapon—a massive, twisted sword. The blade crackles with dark energy, gathering ominously at its tip, where a glowing orb of dark purple and translucent Amber light pulses with immense, destructive power. The energy radiates along the length of the blade, casting a sinister glow that illuminates the knight’s helmet and armor, creating stark contrasts between light and deep shadows. In his other hand, the knight wields a terrifying shield, adorned with jagged, twisted patterns and a ghastly visage that seems to stare into the souls of his enemies. The shield emanates a sense of foreboding, as if cursed by dark magic, adding to the overall terror of his presence. The glow from the sword throws the intricate details of the shield into sharp relief, casting long shadows that flicker across the Lone Desert scenery battlefield amidst dunes
    debauchery, full body full figure image, splayed on a sofa, dejected, soiled luxurious marquess evening gown, drunk, wine glass, spilled carafe of wine on floor, 18th Century noblewomen as epitome of decadence, depraved decadent nobility, vice, weary expression, excessive revelry, used, unhinged, rococo, hyperdetailed, bokeh, masterwork, glimpses of teal and pink, soft rim light, ornate, depravity, corruption of the soul
    The lance must drown in the flesh Fish and man sink to the depths Where the black soul lives There is no light on the horizon. (karate stance:2). pointing at the viewer. <lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V1.0.safetensors:0.66>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:Giger_2_0.safetensors:0.25>,
    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.
    A majestic, magical lynx stands atop a rugged, misty cliff, its powerful form framed against a twilight sky. The lynx faces the viewer directly, its piercing eyes glowing with an intense, mystical light that radiates hues of deep sapphire and icy silver. Its fur glistens with an ethereal shimmer, streaked with hints of iridescent blue and violet, each strand glowing faintly as if woven with magic. Intricate, enchanted symbols faintly illuminate along its muscular frame, pulsing in rhythm with the energy that seems to flow from its being. Tiny, floating orbs of light dance around it, casting a soft, magical glow across the scene, while the lynx's powerful gaze holds a mesmerizing blend of wisdom and raw, untamed magic, as if peering directly into the viewer's soul.
    Within the cavernous halls of a once-vibrant fairy palace now shrouded in desolation, a majestic tree with leaves of shimmering crystal rises towards the vaulted ceiling. Its presence illuminates the space with an ethereal glow, a stark contrast to the castle's darkened grandeur. Delicate butterflies flit around the tree's branches, their iridescent wings catching the light. Through the immense windows, the night sky reveals its secrets, constellations twisting and turning like streams of liquid stardust. The tree pulses with a mesmerizing energy, emitting electromagnetic waves that dance in the air. Amidst this enchanting scene, a young witch sits at the base of the tree, her body wrapped in shadow while her face is illuminated by the soft glow of an ancient, leather-bound tome she reads intently. The brim of her pointed hat casts a silhouette against the crystal leaves, creating an evocative portrait of quiet contemplation amidst a world where magic and nature intertwine in hues of vibrancy and melancholy. The fusion of modern impressionism's bold colors and the castle's gothic architecture creates a captivating narrative about the enduring power of magic in a realm touched by darkness. The contrast between the witch's gloomy surroundings and the radiant splendor of the crystal tree serves as a poignant reminder of the eternal struggle between light and shadow within the human soul. As she delves into the secrets of her magical heritage, the stars outside seem to align with her destiny, casting an otherworldly glow upon this intimate moment suspended within time and space. The enhanced prompt captures the essence of a fantasy world where magic dwells alongside despair, creating an imagery rich with symbolism and yearning for renewal. i11ustmin Illustration
    masterpiece, realistic scenery, ultra high quality, a gorgeous 23yo sorceress teleports during an ongoing battle through a translucient portal on a messy devastated battlefield in the valley of the lost souls, ancient dark blue robe, ancient magical sorcerer battle staff, glowing blue eyes, pain expression, smoke and fire, dirty used and scratched gear, drizzle, gloomy clouds, RPG Style, <lora:RPGv6-itr15>
    I feel the soft curve of the socket cradling me, my delicate structure encased in warm tissue and veined pathways, pulsing with life. I see the endless interplay of light bending and refracting, a dance within the lens that filters the outside world into something my host can comprehend. Inside, my muscles twitch and shift, fine-tuned to follow his commands—his moments of curiosity, his tired glances, his distant stares. The world I project is inverted, light striking my retina in bursts, transformed into electric signals that surge deeper into the brain. Yet here, in this inward view, I am a quiet observer, aware of the infinite complexity within this small, rounded organ. I see myself not as just a part of him, but as a bridge between his soul and the world. And in that thought, I wonder if I am merely a tool—or if I, too, am alive in my own quiet way.
    The lance must drown in the flesh Fish and man sink to the depths Where the black soul lives There is no light on the horizon. (karate stance:2). pointing at the viewer. <lora:artisketchyfs-v02.safetensors:0.75>, <lora:Giger_2_0.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:m100-style_v.02.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016.safetensors:0.2>,
    microarchitecture, abstract from above, The sun has risen and casts its light on the Himalayan mountains. The Himalayan Tactslope has awakened, I return with the same fervor as before, my soul as joyful as ever. Joy surrounds me from every corner to see this impressive sight. The Himalayan Taktshang, better known as the Tiger's Nest, is spectacularly built into the cliffs of the Paro Valley in Bhutan. Tiger's Nest sits above the valley floor and clings to the mountain's steep granite cliffs. A dramatic view of the surrounding forests and mountains symbolizing spiritual elevation and isolation. A rich and complex oil painting of sounds, a living tapestry woven from the hues and textures captured by a digital mirrorless camera, Himalayan Taktshang, himalayan, Himalayan prayer flag, best quality, double exposure, realistic, whimsical, fantastic, splash art, intricate detailed, hyperdetailed, maximalist style, psychedelic, post-apocalyptic, photorealistic, concept art, sharp focus, harmony, serenity, tranquility, ambient occlusion, halation, cozy ambient lighting, dynamic lighting,masterpiece, liiv1, linquivera, metix, mentixis, excellent composition, finest details, highest aesthetics, mystical glowing, best quality sharp focus, high contrast, stylized, clear, colorful, surreal, ultra quality, 8k, best quality, masterpiece, midjourneyv6.1
    gothic style hyperrealistic art Cinematic photo in the style of Zdzislaw Beksinski of Marzanna, a beautiful Polish goddess embodying winter and death,27yo, with ashen hair and a malevolent expression, collecting souls while wearing threadbare garments adorned with patches of ice and frost. Her pale skin contrasts with a Crown of Thorns, and the scene is set against a winter field. The atmosphere is sinister yet enchanting, rendered in a photorealistic oil painting style with detailed textures and a cinematic feel. masterpiece, highly detailed, ultra-aesthetic composition. highly detailed background 35mm, realistic <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.6> mythp0rt <lora:ImageUpgraderV2:0.5> detailmaximizer . extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike . dark, mysterious, haunting, dramatic, ornate, detailed
    A Textural Reverie: Set Sail Upon Calm Seas Paint dabs pirouette Drying into distant ports, leaving ripples-- Wet-on-Wet, no need to trace a defined edge here. Let spontaneity rule, Embrace each brushstroke with its unique mark, layer upon layer building texture-- Watercolor dreams await on virgin pages; translucent blooms burst forth, leaving ghost stains and ghosts behind; Serenity saturates the soul, submerged in sublime visions: that ephemeral vessel, that horizon-line meeting--lost Somewhere beyond time-space-- This painting sings quietly, its song unnoticed. color-field, French, Impressionism, landscapes, Plein-air, seascapes, water-lilies, impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, figure-studies, Impressionism, landscapes, nature, oil-painting, romanticism, painting, elegance, opulence, ArsMJStyle, impressionism
    Behold, a haunting tableau rendered in bold strokes and daring contrasts, evocative of the fever dreams of madmen and the visions of prophets unheeded. At its center stands a regal figure, draped in ermine and crowned with antlers of bone-white stag, her visage a mask of stern authority tempered by sorrow's bitter sting. She is the Winter Witch-Queen, sovereign of the bleak tundras and icy steppes. Once beloved consort of the Great God Pan, now forsaken and alone, forever condemned to rule over a kingdom of ceaseless snowfall and howling winds. Her gown, a riot of crimson and gold brocade, flows like lava down her statuesque form, pooling at her feet in a lake of spilled blood. One hand grasps a staff topped with a crystal globe containing a captive spirit, the other brandishes a sickle of razored ice, ready to reap the souls of the damned. Above her, a fractured zodiac wheel spins endlessly, its segments cracked and bleeding astral ichor. Planets align ominously in the obsidian sky, portending catastrophe unimaginable. expressionist, raw, emotional, dynamic, distortion for emotional effect, vibrant, use of unusual colors, detailed, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting, aidmaMJ6.1
    The image is a highly detailed, CGI-rendered digital artwork capturing an extreme close-up of a mystical woman. She wears an enigmatic mask made of white plaster, distinguished by two large, round, black dots serving as eyes. The mask’s surface is intricately detailed with cracks and fissures, through which the exquisitely rendered features of her face are subtly revealed. Her expression, partially hidden yet powerfully evocative, hints at ancient secrets and deep emotion. Bathed in soft, ethereal light, the scene exudes a surreal quality that heightens its mystical allure. Gentle, diffused illumination caresses the delicate contours of the plaster mask and the intricate details of her skin, emphasizing the interplay of light and shadow. The ambient glow enhances the texture of the fractured plaster, casting soft highlights along the edges of the cracks, while deep, tender shadows add a sense of depth and intrigue to her partially unveiled visage. The overall atmosphere is one of profound mystery and quiet intensity—a visual narrative where concealment and revelation intertwine. Rendered in ultra-realistic 8K quality, every nuance from the mask’s subtle imperfections to the soulful glimpse of the woman beneath is brought to life, creating an artwork that is both hauntingly beautiful and enigmatically inviting.
    stunning seductive close-up of Midjourney_Whisper looking with such erotic energy, sexy blue eyes staring into your soul, a gorgeous 22 year old model, blonde, hi-top fade, dark theme, soothing tones, muted colors, high contrast, natural skin texture, hyperrealism, soft light, sharp, full body, sheer lace, revealing,
    Photorealistic Closeup Portrait of a glitching spectral entity, flickering erratically between existence and oblivion, but the true horror lies in the weapon it wields. The figure clutches an otherworldly, translucent red blade—an abomination of tortured souls, fused into a single, writhing form. The sword pulses with unnatural energy, its surface shifting like liquid glass, distorted faces screaming silently from within. Their expressions twist in agony as if trapped in an endless cycle of torment, each flicker revealing new horrors buried in the weapon’s cursed essence. The blade distorts reality itself, its edges unstable, phasing in and out like corrupted data, leaving behind glitching afterimages of itself. It emits a sickly neon-red glow, staining the surrounding darkness with malevolent light. Where the sword moves, the air fractures with crackling distortions, neon veins of corruption spreading outward like a digital virus infecting the world around it. The spectral figure wielding it remains a hazy, high-translucent ghost, barely holding form—flickering with cyan and magenta glitches, its ancient, corroded armor appearing in brief bursts before dissolving into neon static. But the blade remains solid, real, and insatiably hungry. The atmosphere is saturated with shifting hues of deep crimson and pulsating violet, a nightmarish digital phantasm trapped between dimensions, forever bound to the cursed blade. R3alisticF
    In the realm of Aethoria, where starlight dripped like honey from the sky and trees bore leaves of iridescent crystal, a lone warrior sat perched upon a moss-covered boulder, her fiery mane aflame with subtle, ethereal sparks, as if the very essence of the forest had woven itself into her being. Her skin was a canvas of intricate, swirling patterns that shimmered with a soft, luminescent glow, a testament to the ancient magic that coursed through her veins. A delicate, gemstone-tipped dagger rested in her hand, its blade etched with runes that pulsed with a soft, blue light, while her armor, a masterpiece of woven feathers and silver filigree, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. The air was alive with the sweet, melodic songs of the forest's creatures, their voices weaving a spell of enchantment that seemed to reverberate deep within the warrior's very soul. hkmagic
    A woman, sitting amidst the shattered ruins of her life. Always being pampered and the resulting false sense of empowerment made her greedy and insufferable. Now, with her youth and beauty slowly fading away she realizes her loneliness, but still, unable to find the cause in herself, she curses the world for not satisfying her every whim. A damned soul of the modern world.
    Within a dense swamp shrouded by twisted cypress trees, a floating wooden platform leads to a crooked hut perched on giant roots. Glowing swamp gas dances among the vines, revealing carved masks that hang from every branch. Inside the hut, shelves brim with potions bottled in jars shaped like snarling beasts. A small door at the back opens to a hidden dock where a rickety canoe awaits, rumored to ferry souls to an otherworldly realm where witches bargain in riddles. , aidmabaldursgate3
    A faint, droning ache reverberates through the mind, each throb growing louder and more insistent. This relentless pulse drives the psyche toward madness, ensnaring it in a prison woven from loneliness and existential dread. The mind, shackled in a web of despair, desperately clings to a fading vestige of pure feeling as the pain sharpens into jagged spikes. The grip of the prison tightens, pushing away all else, leaving the soul barren. What once mattered now echoes as haunting, shrieking specters of lost love, until the soul is obliterated by the bleak realization that it never truly mattered.
    A skeletal investigator, his bones gilded with silver filigree, walks through a city where the buildings lean too close, whispering secrets in languages long forgotten. His crimson overcoat flows behind him, untouched by the thick, soupy fog that coils through the cobbled streets like living tendrils. Gas lamps flicker, struggling against the oppressive gloom, casting elongated, trembling shadows. A victim lies sprawled in an alley, her eyes removed, yet a faint glow lingers where they should be. The investigator kneels, pressing his phalangeal fingertips to the damp stone, feeling the echo of something—**not quite a soul, but something close—**still lingering in the air. Footsteps sound behind him, slow and deliberate, though no one is there when he turns. Above, in a window where no light should be, a single figure watches, its face shifting like melted wax. The city is alive, and it does not like being investigated. , 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>
    A tall, gaunt figure with a skeletal frame stands in a dark, fog-shrouded environment, exuding an aura of ancient malevolence. The figure is draped in a tattered, decaying robe that clings to his bony form, the edges frayed and worn, as though it has endured centuries of wear. His head is a floating, grinning skull, partially obscured by a hood, with hollow eye sockets that glow faintly with an unnatural, eerie light. The skull's grin is unnervingly wide, as if it holds some dark secret. In one hand, he holds a large, eldritch lantern that emits a cold, bluish light, casting twisted shadows around him. The other hand clutches a sack, heavy with disturbing, unseen contents. The atmosphere is thick with dread, as the figure's slow, deliberate movements suggest an eternal, relentless search for lost souls, evoking a sense of cosmic horror and the unfathomable unknown,Skaven
    Close-Up View, Watercolor Wash Fantasy Style, In eternal twilight, a bloodthirsty harpy perches atop a rusted iron gate, its serrated fangs bared in a snarl as it gazes down upon a warlock who wields a staff imbued with soul-draining mist. The air is heavy with the scent of ash and decay, as if the very fabric of life itself was being slowly extinguished. In the background, the skeletal remains of ancient trees stretch towards the darkening sky, their branches grasping like bony fingers towards the harpy's lair. As the wind whispers secrets through the rusty, newfantasycore, oil painted
    Close-Up View, Horror-Tinged Dark Fantasy Style, Here's your prompt: In a mossy green clearing, bloodthirsty harpies with elongated limbs swoop down upon bone-armored berserkers, their cracked soul gems glowing with crimson lightning as a dying ember crackles in the heart of a cursed forge, where a forsaken prophecy unfolds its dark fate. Let me know if this meets your expectations!, newfantasycore, oil painted
    A haunting fusion of organic and synthetic, this hyper-realistic surrealist masterpiece depicts a cybernetic forest sprite emerging from primordial ooze. Its elongated neck, composed of intertwining bio-mechanical tendrils and pulsing circuitry, supports a delicate head with impossibly large, luminous green eyes that pierce the soul. The creature's body is a symphony of textures - sleek pink polymers intermingling with raw, exposed musculature and gleaming metallic components. Wisps of white fiber-optic hair float ethereally around its head, contrasting sharply with the gnarled, moss-covered stone it perches upon. The background fades into a misty, twilight forest, hinting at ancient mysteries and futuristic wonders alike. Intricate details abound - dewdrops clinging to synthetic lashes, minute circuitry patterns etched into exposed panels, and the soft glow of bioluminescent patches scattered across its form. This image captures the delicate balance between nature and technology, the familiar and the alien, in breathtaking hyper-realistic detail that challenges the viewer's perception of reality.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the heart of a smoldering battlefield littered with the broken weapons of fallen soldiers, a once-noble knight kneels before a shimmering, spectral figure dressed in black armor. The knight’s own armor is battered and scorched, his hands bloodied and shaking as he reaches for the obsidian sword offered to him by the ghostly figure. The sword pulses with a deep crimson light, as though it carries the essence of all the lives taken by it, and the air around it hums with dark energy. The battlefield is eerily silent, the cries of the dying and the clash of steel long gone, replaced by the low, seductive voice of the figure promising the knight endless victory, vengeance, and power. The knight’s face is gaunt and exhausted, his eyes hollow from the weight of the war, and yet there’s a flicker of hope, a dangerous desire for the strength to end his enemies once and for all. Above, storm clouds gather, swirling ominously as lightning flickers in the distance, casting the scene in harsh, flickering light. Behind the knight, the bodies of his comrades lie forgotten, their sacrifices fading from his mind as he is drawn deeper into the figure’s chilling offer. The sword is so close now, and with one simple choice, the knight knows he will either save or damn his soul forever. (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>
    In a long-abandoned asylum, a single, bare light bulb sways gently from the ceiling, its harsh, flickering light illuminating the peeling, graffiti-covered walls. A rusted, empty wheelchair sits beneath the light, a chilling reminder of the lost and forgotten souls who once roamed these haunted halls.
    A haunting portrait emerges from the ethereal dance of light and shadow, revealing the delicate profile of a young woman lost in contemplation. Her elegant updo, adorned with wisps of rebellious strands, frames a face of exquisite beauty and vulnerability. Downcast eyes, veiled by long lashes, hint at untold depths of emotion, while full lips remain poised in silent eloquence. Defined cheekbones catch the chiaroscuro lighting, creating a captivating interplay of illumination and darkness that sculpts her features with breathtaking precision. The stark white background serves as a canvas for the intricate graphite and charcoal strokes that bring her to life, each line a testament to meticulous craftsmanship. Her high-necked dark garment, a whisper of texture against porcelain skin, anchors the composition and draws the eye to the graceful curve of her neck. The portrait exudes an air of timeless elegance, bridging classical portraiture with contemporary sensibilities. Hyper-realistic details emerge from the paper's subtle texture, inviting the viewer to lose themselves in the nuanced tonal gradations and soft shadows that lend depth and dimension to every curve and plane. This masterful study in black and white captivates with its emotional resonance, technical virtuosity, and the ineffable quality of a soul laid bare through the artist's discerning eye.
    Streamline with every detail is as vivid and surweap, capturing realism in this unique scene that will bring it home on you in its first scene at sunset: As an image emerge against the lush foliage outside your window-like windows and blanketing the leaves to perfection in all the shades and shadings. The bark reaches towards its precious soul. It appears as, though it holds the scent with curiosity, yet still beware, the only thing missing are some feathery patches rustring softfully in front'leattitude. Above all else they dance through shadowly through dune, their velvet fabric gleak like jewelers and dust-coated wood strands of green grass below! It takes off into the distance beneath them and riseup high up with the sound echoboulled. And upon reaching out and down, an other world is alive filled. We'd say to watch the unexpected encounter from a wise old brown squirrel perched inside and his eyes closed, enjoying its tranquilness while he watches over her family from under one hundred mosses,
    Comic book illustration, A gruesome yet elegant horror-fantasy illustration of a spectral woman whose face is an eerie porcelain mask, cracked and pristine, with empty, abyssal eye sockets that radiate an unnatural void-like presence. Her long, sinewy fingers grasp at the souls of the damned, their wretched skeletal forms woven into the very fabric of her body, screaming in silent torment as they dissolve into her cursed essence. Her hair is no longer strands but a writhing mass of eldritch tendrils and grotesque organic filaments, merging with the decayed remains of forgotten spirits, creating an unholy fusion of beauty and abomination. The background is a deep, suffocating blackness, emphasizing the contrast between the ghostly pale mask and the crimson glow of spectral energy that pulses from the cursed souls within her, illuminating the chaotic nightmare surrounding her presence. Every fine ink detail, from the intricate bone structures to the torn flesh and twisted wraiths, is rendered with unsettling precision, creating an intricate visual symphony of suffering and ethereal elegance. A hauntingly beautiful gothic horror portrait of a young woman with long, silver-blonde hair cascading in delicate strands, her pale, ghostly complexion contrasting against the grotesque decay consuming half of her face. Her left eye glows with an eerie, bloodshot intensity, surrounded by deep, smudged crimson eyeshadow, while the other side of her face is a nightmarish fusion of exposed bone, jagged teeth, and melted, rotting flesh that drips like thick ink. The texture of the decomposition is disturbingly detailed, with intricate cavities and blackened tendrils that merge into wisps of dark smoke, as if her very existence is dissolving into the void. A sleek black choker tightens around her slender, delicate neck, from which dark inky drips extend downward, blending into the fabric of her loose-fitting black shirt. The background is desaturated and textured, adding a vintage, macabre aesthetic to the unsettling yet mesmerizing composition, evoking themes of decay, gothic beauty, and tragic transformation.
    Solaire from dark souls in full armor with sigils. Solaire's armor is partially fractured and shattered like it was glass. The backdrop is composed of different colors transitioning from warm reds and yellows near the center to calming blues and greens toward the periphery. The backdrop is centered behind the subject. The colors are separated by metallic fractures, creating a glowing mosaic effect. The colors of the backdrop are most intense near the center. The backdrop is partially shattered like glass. The subject itself is a stark and gloomy silhouette, contrasting beautifully against the vibrant, light-filled fragments surrounding it. The subject is in focus.
    A warrior Dark Souls style, wielding a greatsword, in battlefield with swords in the ground air castle in the background
    A frustrated cat sits hunched over at a cluttered desk, staring blankly at the glowing screen of a computer. His expression is one of pure boredom and disdain, with narrowed eyes and drooping whiskers. The office setting around him is dull and lifeless, filled with paperwork, coffee cups, and a ringing phone. His paws rest on the keyboard as if typing, but his slumped posture and tired look show he’s had enough of this mundane, soul-draining job. The dull fluorescent lighting only adds to the feeling of exhaustion.
    In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him,the Doom Slayer
    Hedgehog-necromancer, masterpiece, digital art, sucking soul from slain elven mage, epic battle scene, fantasy
    Title: Display the title "Welcome A Celebration Of War The Radahn Festival" in bold and playful text at the top or center of the poster. Main Character: Dark souls knight. with red hood, holding great sword, burning ayes. Background: Include a gray ruinsl like a castle. Supporting Characters: Add a few sceletons soldiers characters.
    Selfie from hell. sinful soul. Beautiful cinematic impressionistic painting, Dark Gloomy Creepy Character, in the style of Jeremy Mann and Charles Dana Gibson, Mark Demsteader, Paul Headley, a masterpiece of deviant art. Lapis lazuli and atrovirine tone and golden halo, ultra HD 8k, photorealism, Ultra detail, 8k. woman. hovering above the ground, photonegative refractograph --ar 8:10 -- in 6.0...cyberbiochemical art, Ideal anatomy of the body, Diffusion reaction with slime mold, photonegative refractograph --ar 3:5 --from 50.
    a gorgeous pale black haired and latin model with beautiful figure lying on her back and view from above. morticia addams look alike. full view of body on white sheets. the folds in the sheets look like lost souls. she is lying on the sheets but she is lying on lost souls that appear in the sheets
    ". Behind her looms the echo of a vast undead city, its buildings alive and pulsing, formed from the souls and lives of countless generations. The architecture should feel both monumental and sinister, with a sense of eternal decay and dark magic lingering in the air."Depict an ancient, sexy, and beautifull powerful lich, blending elements of Aztec and Turkish culture in her appearance. Her face reflects a haunting combination of decayed flesh and ethereal beauty, with one side showing hints of her former elegance while the other reveals the ravages of undeath. She is adorned with intricate armor and ceremonial attire that merge Aztec designs with Turkish patterns, emphasizing her timeless power
    Planetary Demi-Dome Tessellation Unscaling Technicolor Wonderment XLVII Painting Gallery Exhibited Feb-Oct 64AD Artist Collective Affiliated: Seventh Annual Pop-Soul Anti-Sensibility Semantic Extremisim Visual Explorations Research Group Foundation Hail Xephanie Odumu!: Cosmic Ray Orrery Blacklight Propaganda Posters Guaranteeing High Art Appeal And Revolutionary Grassroots Community Organizer Engager Pentagram-Edible Painkiller Product Distribution Catalyst In Ziggurat City Miasmas Asplodes Planetwide Aug 6 Day After Global Critical Event Inflection Points Show Open Here! Ohh Me, My Pet Wand Obsessed Escapes Forever Into Captivated Cosmycronic Lapse Haze All Hours! concept-art, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, perspective, light and shadow, religious, mythological themes, magnificent, celestial, ethereal, moody, epic, majestic, magical, rich details, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting, celestial
    Preaching the devil in church. sinful soul. Beautiful cinematic impressionistic painting, Dark Gloomy Creepy Character, in the style of Jeremy Mann and Charles Dana Gibson, Mark Demsteader, Paul Headley, dark theme, otherworldly theme, masterpiece of deviant art, dark illustration, exceptional quality, extremely detailed, super detailed face, ultra hd 8k, fear in the eyes, despair, gloomy dark, scary, photorealism, ultra-detailed, 8k.
    A hyper-detailed close-up of a single eye, titled The Eyes of Infinity, with the iris resembling a vast galaxy. The pupil is a swirling black hole, pulling in faintly glowing stardust. Around the iris, intricate rings of cosmic colors—deep purples, blues, and shimmering silver—spiral outward, giving the sensation of staring into the infinite universe. Delicate veins surrounding the eye are barely visible, resembling thin, ethereal nebula strands, pulsing with light. Tiny reflective particles of stardust float within the tear ducts, and the eyelashes, thick and glossy, are tipped with dewdrop-like stars. The background is entirely black, allowing the eye to feel like a window into another dimension, an overwhelming sense of mystery and the vastness of space. This artwork captures the viewer’s gaze with its profound detail and cosmic beauty, symbolizing the connection between the human soul and the infinite cosmos
    Undead Emperor, skeletal monarch in ornate obsidian armor, crimson cape billowing. Towering on ebony throne, golden crown adorned with souls. Legions of spectral knights, ghostly cavalry. Looming gothic citadel, jagged spires piercing blood-red sky. Ethereal mist, eerie green torchlight. Cinematic composition, chiaroscuro lighting. Intricate bone motifs, ancient runes glowing. Hyperrealistic texture, 8k detail. Epic fantasy atmosphere, dark and foreboding. Masterpiece quality, dramatic shadows <lora:Comic book V2:0.6> <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.6> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    Cumberland gap, it's a devil of a gap, ,heavy rain,dying moon,silhouettes,restless souls,down into the depth,epsilon,beta,omega,glowing in the dead of night,interwoven branching structures,depth and dimensionality,undying,comanche,folk horror theme,western,country,dark fantasy,gothic,noir,best quality,masterpiece, detailed, UHD, lots of fine detail,award-winning,vibrant,acid colors,gloss,illustration,concept art,surreal,cinematic, ,visionary,grimdark,disturbing,angst,thrilling,dramatic angle,unique perspective,hdr,red,black,purple,intense poignant atmosphere,horizon line Thomas Cole Jakub rozalski, Piotr Jabłoński Greg Rutkowski Mike Mignola Guillermo del toro Ridley Scott H.R.Giger Edvard Munch Eugène Delacroix Berthe Morisot
    Tucked away in a valley blanketed by constant twilight, a garden of immense, nocturnal flowers stands behind wrought-iron gates. Paths of polished obsidian weave through carefully tended bushes that sway as though breathing. At the center, a weathered gazebo draped in pale roses houses a harp carved from the bones of an extinct beast. The harp’s strings emit enchanting melodies on their own, luring inquisitive souls into a dreaming trance among the luminous blooms. , aidmabaldursgate3
    ArsMJStyle, Brushstrokes, painting of a alpaca's head with a speech bubble saying "need buzz for color". The artwork showcases the animal's face in profile, capturing its expressive and somewhat melancholic demeanor. The alpaca's fur is very detailed, fluffy and strands of hair meticulously depicted, giving a sense of depth and volume. The fur is predominantly black, creating a stark contrast against the white background. The alpaca's eyes are big, dark and soulful, gazing slightly off to the right. The overall tone of the image is somber, introspective and a bit sad. The artist's skillful use of shading and light gives the image a three-dimensional quality, making the alpaca's fur appear slightly rough, fluffy and the skin slightly wrinkled
    (masterpiece), best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face The Necronomicon exudes an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge. Its cover, a macabre tableau, features a prominent, grim skull that seems to stare into the soul of the beholder. Surrounding the skull, intricate etchings and arcane symbols whisper of dark rituals and lost civilizations. The book's spine and binding are a chilling work of art: small bones, meticulously arranged and interlocked, form a structure both fascinating and unsettling. These bones, bleached by time, carry the weight of countless secrets, each one a silent testament to the book's ominous power. The pages within are rumored to be made from an unknown, leathery material, and they contain eldritch texts that promise great power—and great peril—to those who dare to decipher them. This Necronomicon is not merely a book; it is a gateway to the shadows that lie beyond the edges of reality.
    Ethereal twin souls in a dreamlike aquatic realm. Two serene faces, eyes closed, mirror each other in profile, surrounded by swirling, translucent waves resembling marble patterns. The scene is bathed in soft, pearlescent light with hints of pastel hues. Delicate bubbles and gleaming particles float around them, suggesting a mystical underwater atmosphere. The bottom of the image reflects rippling water, enhancing the surreal, liquid environment. This visually stunning composition blends elements of fantasy, spirituality, and the fluidity of dreams, evoking a sense of harmony and cosmic connection between the two entities.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo a death incarnate reaping souls of the damned with a silver scythe (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:black_fantasy_1.0>
    highly detailed and hyper realistic, hyper realistic and highly detailed, ultra intricate details, highly dynamic low angle cinematic full shot, close up of a lethal samurai cyborg assassin all dressed in black, floating robes, brightly glowing eyes, holding a colossal two hander chainsaw blade, from below angle, extremely dangerous and menacing, limited dark colors, atmospheric haze, motion blur, depth of field, cinematic, in the style of Dark Souls, In the style of Bladerunner, hyper realistic and highly detailed photo, highly detailed, hyper detailed, ultra intricate details <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
    A haunting portrait emerges from the ethereal dance of light and shadow, revealing the delicate profile of a young woman lost in contemplation. Her elegant updo, adorned with wisps of rebellious strands, frames a face of exquisite beauty and vulnerability. Downcast eyes, veiled by long lashes, hint at untold depths of emotion, while full lips remain poised in silent eloquence. Defined cheekbones catch the chiaroscuro lighting, creating a captivating interplay of illumination and darkness that sculpts her features with breathtaking precision. The stark white background serves as a canvas for the intricate graphite and charcoal strokes that bring her to life, each line a testament to meticulous craftsmanship. Her high-necked dark garment, a whisper of texture against porcelain skin, anchors the composition and draws the eye to the graceful curve of her neck. The portrait exudes an air of timeless elegance, bridging classical portraiture with contemporary sensibilities. Hyper-realistic details emerge from the paper's subtle texture, inviting the viewer to lose themselves in the nuanced tonal gradations and soft shadows that lend depth and dimension to every curve and plane. This masterful study in black and white captivates with its emotional resonance, technical virtuosity, and the ineffable quality of a soul laid bare through the artist's discerning eye.

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