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    A cinematic shot of an open wardrobe with its back wall breaking apart, revealing cracks that expose a vast, swirling galaxy and multiple universes beyond. The wardrobe is situated in a dimly lit room, the wood grain worn and slightly aged. Through the glowing galaxy cracks in the wardrobe's back, ethereal light pours in from the distant stars, nebulae, and cosmic structures. The galaxies shine with vivid colors, deep purples, glowing blues, and radiant golds, creating a stark contrast against the ordinary, muted tones of the wardrobe and room. Wisps of cosmic dust drift from the fractures, blurring the boundary between the mundane and the extraordinary. The shot captures the moment of transition, as if reality itself is tearing open.
    A cinematic shot of an open wardrobe with its back wall breaking apart, revealing cracks that expose a vast, swirling galaxy and multiple universes beyond. The wardrobe is situated in a dimly lit room, the wood grain worn and slightly aged. Through the glowing galaxy cracks in the wardrobe's back, ethereal light pours in from the distant stars, nebulae, and cosmic structures. The galaxies shine with vivid colors, deep purples, glowing blues, and radiant golds, creating a stark contrast against the ordinary, muted tones of the wardrobe and room. Wisps of cosmic dust drift from the fractures, blurring the boundary between the mundane and the extraordinary. The shot captures the moment of transition, as if reality itself is tearing open.
    A cinematic shot of an open wardrobe with its back wall breaking apart, revealing cracks that expose a vast, swirling galaxy and multiple universes beyond. The wardrobe is situated in a dimly lit room, the wood grain worn and slightly aged. Through the glowing galaxy cracks in the wardrobe's back, ethereal light pours in from the distant stars, nebulae, and cosmic structures. The galaxies shine with vivid colors, deep purples, glowing blues, and radiant golds, creating a stark contrast against the ordinary, muted tones of the wardrobe and room. Wisps of cosmic dust drift from the fractures, blurring the boundary between the mundane and the extraordinary. The shot captures the moment of transition, as if reality itself is tearing open.
    A cinematic shot of an open wardrobe with its back wall breaking apart, revealing cracks that expose a vast, swirling galaxy and multiple universes beyond. The wardrobe is situated in a dimly lit room, the wood grain worn and slightly aged. Through the glowing galaxy cracks in the wardrobe's back, ethereal light pours in from the distant stars, nebulae, and cosmic structures. The galaxies shine with vivid colors, deep purples, glowing blues, and radiant golds, creating a stark contrast against the ordinary, muted tones of the wardrobe and room. Wisps of cosmic dust drift from the fractures, blurring the boundary between the mundane and the extraordinary. The shot captures the moment of transition, as if reality itself is tearing open.
    A majestic striped tiger, sleek and photorealistic, lounges powerfully on a smooth rock, its fiery orange and black coat ablaze with energy, illuminated by the radiant glow of a rectangular frame that surrounds the entire composition. The frame pulses with vibrant hues of magenta, purple, and pink, acting as a portal to a surreal fantasy world. The tiger dominates the foreground, its regal pose exuding strength and elegance as glowing particles and surreal effects swirl around it, making it the undeniable centerpiece of the scene. Inside the frame, the fantasy landscape unfolds in breathtaking detail. Towering, snow-capped mountains shimmer with faint holographic distortions, their lavender and blush peaks rising into a cosmic sky painted in gradients of pink, orange, and violet. Dense forests of deep green are interspersed with glowing, neon trees that pulse with shifting colors, and a serene lake mirrors the vibrant sky above. Ethereal cherry blossoms float gently through the air, adding a touch of tranquility to the otherworldly environment. To heighten the drama, swirling mists of glowing fog encircle the tiger, illuminated by the neon light of the frame. The fog is dynamic, catching the light in hues of magenta and violet, with faint traces of shimmering particles drifting upward like embers from a fire. A subtle glow emanates from the tiger itself, tracing its muscular form with radiant neon edges, as if it is a creature of pure light and energy. Bright streaks of light accentuate the contours of its body, blending its natural ferocity with the surreal, futuristic ambiance. The rock beneath the tiger alternates between solid reality and holographic distortion, with neon grids subtly pulsing along its surface. Water from the lake spills out of the frame, carrying glowing ripples and faint holographic distortions into the glowing margin, adding a sense of fluid motion to the composition. The tiger, perched confidently on the rock, appears to blur the boundaries between the contained world inside the frame and the limitless expanse beyond. Above and around the scene, tiny glowing particles drift through the air, occasionally breaking apart into pixelated fragments. The sky inside the frame is alive with streaking meteor-like lights and vibrant stars that flicker and distort like holograms, adding energy and depth to the overall composition. The glowing fog softens the background, drawing attention to the tiger while blending seamlessly with the neon-lit environment. Rendered in cyberpunk style, the scene combines regal poise with surreal aesthetics. Every detail—from the glowing cherry blossoms and swirling fog to the neon grids on the rock and the cosmic sky—elevates the composition into an award-winning visual masterpiece that radiates elegance, power, and immersive storytelling. aidmaExperimentalPhotography, aidmafluxproultra, aidmaimageupgrader
    A striking female warrior leaps into action, gripping a sleek katana mid-swing. She wears an ornate kitsune costume, blending flowing shrine maiden robes with cyber-enhanced armor. A mystical fox mask covers most of her face, its glowing patterns shifting, revealing one flickering mechanical eye. Fox fire crackles around her, its blue and orange flames distorting the air. Her ribboned obi whips in the wind, revealing glimpses of cybernetic plating beneath silk layers. She moves with grace and lethal precision, a warrior of both ancient myth and digital future. The background is a fractured, neon-lit world, where glitching torii gates and floating paper talismans flicker in and out. Chromatic aberration distorts the edges, reality breaking apart as she slashes through the digital void. A disintegration effect spreads along her robes and blade, pixelating into data fragments. HDR lighting enhances her sharp silhouette, merging the elegance of folklore with cyberpunk intensity. A perfect fusion of cyberpunk kitsune warrior aesthetics, captured in stunning high resolution, radiating power and motion.
    Enantiomorphic severance: A mirrored split where identical halves are cleaved apart, each reflection breaking away in perfect symmetry, yet diverging into opposing, distorted realities <lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5>
    In the first triangle, depict a shattered orb of glass, floating mid-air in a chaotic swirl of liquid-like time. The orb pulses erratically, rippling with volatile water that twists into fractals, constantly shifting in impossible directions. Glowing, jagged runes orbit the orb, flickering like a broken circuit. Above it, an all-seeing eye blinks sporadically, its pupils twitching, while spectral hands claw their way up from the ground, distorting and merging into formless shapes, as if trying to tear reality apart. In the second triangle, show a grotesque obelisk, its surface crawling with ever-shifting seaweed and pulsating, alien coral. The obelisk cracks and twists unnaturally, as if alive, while the top contains a crystal that flickers between impossibly bright and pitch black, sending shockwaves of energy. The atmosphere around it ripples with disturbing, dimensional fractures, distorting the air. In the third triangle, illustrate a massive clockwork device disintegrating into chaos, with gears spinning uncontrollably, melting and reforming as they break free from their original shape. A swirling vortex of arcane energy bursts from its center, distorting time and space, with flashes of dark lightning skittering across the edges. The background shatters into fragmented realities, radiating a sense of a cosmic, uncontrolled force on the brink of total destruction.
    A lone figure, hunched over, clutches their own arms as if trying to hold themselves together, their form barely defined against the chaotic lines and distortions consuming the background. Their face is obscured, features melting into rough, jagged strokes, but the tension in their posture speaks louder than any expression. The sketch lines are raw, frantic, overlapping as if the image itself is breaking apart. Dark ink smudges and asymmetric distortions twist reality around them, warping the space—arms stretch too long, shadows coil unnaturally, cracks run through the air like shattered glass. Their outline flickers between sharp definition and disintegration, as if caught between existence and erasure. The background is an abstract mess of scribbled architecture and faint, ghostly figures that seem to drift in and out of perception. A single eye, vividly detailed, stares out from the distortion, the only part of them untouched by the chaos, burning with an emotion that cannot be put into words—grief, defiance, or something far more fractured. The entire composition feels unstable, like a thought that can’t fully form, trembling at the edge of collapse.
    A lone figure, hunched over, clutches their own arms as if trying to hold themselves together, their form barely defined against the chaotic lines and distortions consuming the background. Their face is obscured, features melting into rough, jagged strokes, but the tension in their posture speaks louder than any expression. The sketch lines are raw, frantic, overlapping as if the image itself is breaking apart. Dark ink smudges and asymmetric distortions twist reality around them, warping the space—arms stretch too long, shadows coil unnaturally, cracks run through the air like shattered glass. Their outline flickers between sharp definition and disintegration, as if caught between existence and erasure. The background is an abstract mess of scribbled architecture and faint, ghostly figures that seem to drift in and out of perception. A single eye, vividly detailed, stares out from the distortion, the only part of them untouched by the chaos, burning with an emotion that cannot be put into words—grief, defiance, or something far more fractured. The entire composition feels unstable, like a thought that can’t fully form, trembling at the edge of collapse.

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