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    At the top of a rock formation stands a lonely and tired wizard with ragged robes,he raises his arms with staff in hand and with the last of his strength calls upon his enemies the wrath of the stars,by his chant a furious swarm of many meteors fall to the land to the despair of those who have wronged him and wanted to use the wizard's power for destruction,thus,so he does it,thus,so they are granted,the rightful violence they demanded from him,the falling stars burn down what was once a beautiful and flourishing land into a dread barren of blaze and cinders.view from behind,starry sky,red skies,bright stars,((meteors falling:1.5)),((dramatic pose)),raised arms,(strong winds),(tired old wizard:1.2),(staff tip is dripping lava and breaking),blazing craters on the floor,small rocks floating around the wizard
    cinematic film still,photo,realistic,an ecorche man wearing a ragged hoood cloak and a ragged robe and holding a sign that reads "not enough buzz to afford skin" as he stands in a medieval village square with stone houses and cobblestone streets.
    At the top of a rock formation stands a lonely and tired wizard with ragged robes, staring into the horizon he raises his staff with the last of his strength to call upon his enemies the wrath of the stars,by his chant a furious swarm of meteors surrounded by purple hints of electricity fall to the land to the despair of those who have wronged him and wanted to use the wizard's power for destruction,thus,so he does it,thus,so they are granted,delivering them the rightful violence they demanded from him,the falling stars burn down what was once a beautiful and flourishing land into a dread barren of blaze and cinders.view from behind,starry sky,red skies,bright stars,meteors falling,((dramatic pose)),raised arms,(strong winds),(old wizard:1.2),(staff tip is shining and breaking),blazing craters on the floor,small rocks floating
    At the top of a rock formation stands a lonely and tired wizard with ragged robes,he raises his arms with staff in hand and with the last of his strength calls upon his enemies the wrath of the stars,by his chant a furious swarm of many meteors fall to the land to the despair of those who have wronged him and wanted to use the wizard's power for destruction,thus,so he does it,thus,so they are granted,the rightful violence they demanded from him,the falling stars burn down what was once a beautiful and flourishing land into a dread barren of blaze and cinders.view from behind,starry sky,red skies,bright stars,((meteors falling:1.5)),((dramatic pose)),raised arms,(strong winds),(tired old wizard:1.2),(staff tip is dripping lava and breaking),blazing craters on the floor,small rocks floating around the wizard
    At the top of a rock formation stands a lonely and tired wizard with ragged robes, staring into the horizon he raises his staff with the last of his strength to call upon his enemies the wrath of the stars,by his chant a furious swarm of meteors fall to the land to the despair of those who have wronged him and wanted to use the wizard's power for destruction,thus,so he does it,thus,so they are granted,the rightful violence they demanded from him,the falling stars burn down what was once a beautiful and flourishing land into a dread barren of blaze and cinders.view from behind,starry sky,red skies,bright stars,meteors falling,((dramatic pose)),raised arms,(strong winds),(old wizard:1.2),(staff tip is shining and breaking),blazing craters on the floor,small rocks floating around the wizard
    Create a chilling scene featuring a terrifying yet captivating witch in tattered, ragged robes, standing inside an old, decrepit witch's hut. The hut is adorned with cobwebs that drape from the ceiling and corners, creating an atmosphere of neglect and darkness. The walls are lined with ancient, dusty books and strange potions bubbling in glass vials, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. At the center of the scene, a massive cauldron dominates the space, its surface bubbling and frothing with a chaotic mixture that resembles a modern city. The city appears to be trapped within the cauldron, with buildings and streets visible, all illuminated by flickering lights. The city is situated on a small island, surrounded by the swirling, colorful concoction that spills over the edges of the cauldron, creating a mesmerizing yet horrifying sight. The witch stands over the cauldron, her face twisted into a sinister grin, revealing sharp teeth that glint in the low light. Her long, tangled hair cascades around her shoulders, and her gnarled fingers clutch a wooden spoon, stirring the bubbling brew with a sense of delight. The mixture emits a strange, glowing vapor that fills the air with an otherworldly glow. Inside the cauldron, the people of the city are in a state of panic, their tiny figures running through the streets, their expressions filled with terror as they try to escape the chaos. Some are stumbling over each other, while others look up in horror at the witch looming above them. Over the witch's shoulder, curious ghosts and zombies peer into the cauldron, their expressions a mix of intrigue and amusement. The ghosts are semi-transparent, with glowing eyes, while the zombies have a grotesque charm, their decaying features adding to the eerie ambiance. Scattered throughout the scene are Halloween pumpkins, some carved with menacing faces, their flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls of the hut. The overall atmosphere is dark and foreboding, with the night sky visible through a small window, filled with ominous clouds and a sliver of a crescent moon. This composition should evoke a sense of horror and fascination, drawing viewers into the witch's world while instilling a chilling sense of dread. The intricate details and the interplay of light and shadow should create a captivating yet terrifying image that lingers in the mind.
    Create a chilling scene featuring a terrifying yet captivating witch in tattered, ragged robes, standing inside an old, decrepit witch's hut. The hut is adorned with cobwebs that drape from the ceiling and corners, creating an atmosphere of neglect and darkness. The walls are lined with ancient, dusty books and strange potions bubbling in glass vials, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. At the center of the scene, a massive cauldron dominates the space, its surface bubbling and frothing with a chaotic mixture that resembles a modern city. The city appears to be trapped within the cauldron, with buildings and streets visible, all illuminated by flickering lights. The city is situated on a small island, surrounded by the swirling, colorful concoction that spills over the edges of the cauldron, creating a mesmerizing yet horrifying sight. The witch stands over the cauldron, her face twisted into a sinister grin, revealing sharp teeth that glint in the low light. Her long, tangled hair cascades around her shoulders, and her gnarled fingers clutch a wooden spoon, stirring the bubbling brew with a sense of delight. The mixture emits a strange, glowing vapor that fills the air with an otherworldly glow. Inside the cauldron, the people of the city are in a state of panic, their tiny figures running through the streets, their expressions filled with terror as they try to escape the chaos. Some are stumbling over each other, while others look up in horror at the witch looming above them. Over the witch's shoulder, curious ghosts and zombies peer into the cauldron, their expressions a mix of intrigue and amusement. The ghosts are semi-transparent, with glowing eyes, while the zombies have a grotesque charm, their decaying features adding to the eerie ambiance. Scattered throughout the scene are Halloween pumpkins, some carved with menacing faces, their flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls of the hut. The overall atmosphere is dark and foreboding, with the night sky visible through a small window, filled with ominous clouds and a sliver of a crescent moon. This composition should evoke a sense of horror and fascination, drawing viewers into the witch's world while instilling a chilling sense of dread. The intricate details and the interplay of light and shadow should create a captivating yet terrifying image that lingers in the mind.
    At the top of a rock formation stands a lonely and tired wizard with ragged robes, staring into the horizon he raises his staff with the last of his strength to call upon his enemies the wrath of the stars,by his chant a furious swarm of meteors surrounded by purple hints of electricity fall to the land to the despair of those who have wronged him and wanted to use the wizard's power for destruction,thus,so he does it,thus,so they are granted,delivering them the rightful violence they demanded from him,the falling stars burn down what was once a beautiful and flourishing land into a dread barren of blaze and cinders.view from behind,starry sky,red skies,bright stars,meteors falling,((dramatic pose)),raised arms,(strong winds),(old wizard:1.2),(staff tip is shining and breaking),blazing craters on the floor,small rocks floating
    At the top of a rock formation stands a lonely and tired wizard with ragged robes, staring into the horizon he raises his staff with the last of his strength to call upon his enemies the wrath of the stars,by his chant a furious swarm of meteors fall to the land to the despair of those who have wronged him and wanted to use the wizard's power for destruction,thus,so he does it,thus,so they are granted,the rightful violence they demanded from him,the falling stars burn down what was once a beautiful and flourishing land into a dread barren of blaze and cinders.view from behind,starry sky,red skies,bright stars,meteors falling,((dramatic pose)),raised arms,(strong winds),(old wizard:1.2),(staff tip is shining and breaking),blazing craters on the floor,small rocks floating around the wizard
    Amidst the frozen ruins of a cathedral lost to time, a warlock in ragged robes stares at a massive, ice-entombed obelisk covered in glowing runes. The symbols flicker like embers trapped in frost, radiating a cold light that dances across the snow-covered ground. Jagged icicles hang from the broken stone arches above, refracting the eerie glow into fractured rainbows that shatter against the darkness. The warlock’s breath curls in the air, mixing with the mist that drifts lazily across the frozen graveyard surrounding the ruins. In the distance, the skeletal remains of long-forgotten warriors are half-buried in the ice, their rusted weapons still clutched in frozen fingers. A low, humming sound vibrates through the obelisk, making the warlock’s bones ache with an unnatural resonance. As they step closer, their own reflection appears in the ice—except the reflection moves slightly out of sync, whispering silent words the warlock cannot hear. The runes shift, rearranging themselves as though acknowledging the presence of a living witness after centuries of solitude. A single, new rune flares to life at the base of the obelisk, its meaning clear despite its alien script: “Turn Back.” , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , , <lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,

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