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    A haunting yet inspiring scene of a mysterious woman wandering through the ruins of an abandoned, partly destroyed library in a post-apocalyptic world. She carefully collects scattered pages and hidden books, preserving knowledge for future generations. Her solemn appearance is framed by crumbling shelves and dust-filled sunlight streaming through shattered windows, creating an atmosphere of silent determination amidst decay.
    thepaintedrealm. An awe-inspiring oil painting of a skeletal warrior, standing tall before the greatest battle of his unholy existence. His colossal, jagged sword, far too large for any mortal, rests heavily on his bony shoulder, its darkened blade chipped yet still thirsting for war. His armor—black and blood-red—is a grotesque cage of thorns, the spikes so unnaturally long they coil and twist like cursed roots, dripping with the remnants of past battles. Hollow eye sockets burn with a crimson glow, a silent promise of destruction. Behind him, storm clouds churn like a raging abyss, and the faint, dying light of a blood-red sun casts jagged shadows across the battlefield.
    Beneath the towering arches of an alien canyon, a space cowboy rides a hovering stallion across the dusty red plains, his eyes fixed on the distant glow of a spaceport nestled between jagged cliffs. His long, brown coat flutters in the thin atmosphere, and his hat, adorned with silver insignias of long-gone lawmen, casts a shadow over his determined gaze. Above him, twin moons hang low in the purple-tinted sky, their light reflecting off the polished chrome of his mechanical steed, which gallops effortlessly over the uneven terrain. The canyon walls rise like ancient sentinels on either side, etched with strange, glowing symbols that pulse in rhythm with the planet’s heartbeat. His blaster, well-worn but still deadly, rests in a holster at his hip, while a lasso made of crackling plasma coils neatly by his side. Dust kicks up in his wake as he pushes forward, the distant hum of the spaceport’s traffic growing louder with each passing second. Far above, massive cargo freighters glide silently across the sky, casting long shadows on the canyon floor. The cowboy’s face is set in a grim expression, knowing that whatever lies ahead will determine whether he leaves this forsaken planet in one piece. The scene is a fusion of frontier grit and futuristic wonder, where technology and the untamed wilderness collide.<lora:FLUX_anime_Special Ink-drawing mode_merge_24_medium_3_00001_:0.7><lora:Anime v1.3:0.7>
    In the heart of a sprawling, enchanted library, where the air is thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the soft hum of magical energy, a figure moves with the grace of a scholar. She is a **High Elf**, her immortal form radiating an innate connection to arcane magic, her skin glowing with a faint, golden hue, as if touched by the light of a thousand stars. Her hair, a cascade of silken silver, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering like moonlight on water. Her eyes, a piercing emerald green, glow with an inner light, reflecting the boundless knowledge of the arcane. Her face is sharp and elegant, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, regal purple. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the scent of ancient tomes, and her ears, long and pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the library. She is an **Arcane Wizard**, a scholar of the mystical arts, and her presence is both commanding and enigmatic. Her outfit, a blend of flowing robes and delicate fabric, is both practical and alluring, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting robe made from shimmering silk, clings to her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The fabric is dyed in shades of purple and gold, adorned with intricate patterns of arcane symbols that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in delicate, translucent sleeves that float around her like wisps of mist, their edges glowing faintly with magical energy. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, glowing crystals, each one containing a fragment of arcane power, and a small pouch at her hip holds scrolls and potions for her spells. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of purple and gold, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the library. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the stacks. Her hands, delicate yet powerful, grip a staff of polished wood, the top adorned with a glowing crystal that pulses with the energy of the arcane. The scene around her is one of breathtaking beauty and ancient power. The library is bathed in a soft, golden light, the shelves towering overhead, their surfaces covered in countless tomes that glitter like stars. The air is thick with the scent of parchment and the faint tang of ink, and the faint sound of rustling pages echoes through the halls. The High Elf stands at the center of it all, her staff raised high, her body glowing with arcane energy, a beacon of power amidst the knowledge. The overall color palette is a blend of deep purples, golds, and greens, evoking the essence of the arcane. The light, emanating from the crystals, casts a soft, golden glow over the scene, highlighting the High Elf’s features and the breathtaking beauty of the library. The atmosphere is one of both awe and mystery, a place where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the Arcane Wizard stands as a conduit for the ancient power of the arcane. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of an enchanted library, a testament to the power and grace of the Arcane Wizard and her connection to the arcane. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the radiant beauty of the High Elf comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic spellcaster. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    In the style of ff-td, the sleek hot rod stands alone on a winding asphalt road, its polished chrome gleaming under a golden sun. The powerful engine roars softly in the distance, a deep, resonant growl that echoes through the lush valley below. Towering pines surround it, their needles carpeting the forest floor, while vibrant wildflowers sway gently in the breeze. The open expanse stretches endlessly, where nature thrives untouched, and only the beastly machine stands as a silent testament to human ingenuity, perfectly at one with its untamed surroundings.
    A mysterious woman cloaked in dark, flowing fabric that gently drapes over her head and covers the lower half of her face. Only her calm, deep blue eyes are visible, peering out with a soft and serene gaze. The delicate patterns on the fabric catch faint, cool light, adding subtle texture and enhancing the mystical feel of the scene. Strands of silvery hair escape from beneath the hood, framing her face softly and blending with the shadows around her. Her eyes hold a quiet warmth and depth, glimmering softly, like reflections on still water. The shadows around her are gentle and diffused, emphasizing the calmness in her expression rather than creating strong contrasts. The dark fabric wraps around her seamlessly, creating an aura of peaceful mystery, as if she is a hidden guardian watching silently from the depths. The atmosphere is tranquil and otherworldly, with a faint glow along the edges of the fabric, giving her a soft, ethereal presence. A light mist lingers around her, blending with the dark folds of her cloak and enhancing the serene, dreamlike quality of the scene, as though she is a figure from an ancient legend,
    Midnight in a Provençal Lavender Field "The lavender fields of Provence stretch endlessly beneath a dark, glittering sky. The night wind carries the scent of flowers, mingling with something more elusive—like old parchment and the ghost of a forgotten melody. A woven basket, half-filled with lavender, rests on the dirt path, abandoned. The distant farmhouse glows faintly, its chimney releasing the last traces of a dying fire. But the fields are not silent. The lavender stalks rustle, though there is no breeze. Something unseen moves between the rows, its presence felt, but never seen."
    A menacing clown looms in the foreground of a dimly lit circus tent, his grotesque visage dominating the frame. His pale, cracked makeup clings to weathered skin, revealing the ravages of time and malevolence beneath. Deep creases etch themselves into his forehead and around his sunken eyes, which gleam with a predatory hunger. The clown's nose, once a cheerful red bulb, now appears mottled and discolored, like decaying flesh. His lips, stretched into an unnatural snarl, reveal rows of oversized, yellowed teeth, each one jagged and razor-sharp. Saliva glistens on these monstrous fangs, hinting at an insatiable appetite for terror. The clown's traditional bright costume has faded to muted, sinister hues. His ruffled collar, once pristine white, is now stained with unspeakable dark splotches. Tattered remnants of colorful fabric hang from his shoulders, swaying gently in an unfelt breeze. In the background, the circus tent's striped patterns twist and distort, creating an unsettling, almost hallucinatory effect. Shadows writhe at the edges of the scene, suggesting unseen horrors lurking just out of sight. The ambient lighting is harsh and uneven, casting stark shadows across the clown's features and accentuating every horrifying detail. Flecks of glitter catch the light, a perverse reminder of the circus's former gaiety now twisted into something nightmarish. The clown's hair, a tangled mess of faded green and matted orange, juts out at odd angles from beneath a warped and stained hat. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, seem to follow the viewer no matter where they look. Hyper-realistic textures bring every grotesque element to life: the coarse stubble pushing through the clown's makeup, the oily sheen of sweat on his brow, the cracked and peeling paint on his cheeks. In one gloved hand, he clutches a deflated balloon animal, its rubber skin wrinkled and punctured. The other hand, partially obscured, hints at something sharp and metallic. The surrounding circus environment is a study in decay and abandonment. Tattered posters curl at the edges, their cheery slogans now seeming like cruel mockeries. A broken carousel horse lies toppled in the background, its once-bright paint chipped and faded. The sawdust-covered ground is littered with discarded tickets and crushed popcorn containers, silent testaments to long-departed audiences. This nightmarish scene captures the essence of corrupted innocence and the dark underbelly of what was once a place of joy and wonder. The hyper-realistic style brings every horrifying detail into sharp focus, creating an image that is both captivating and deeply unsettling.
    Kayumi the Shinobi Assassin - Adventurers of Arcadia Name: Ayumi Kaze Age: 26 years old Race: Human Occupation: Shinobi (Ninja) assassin Born into a family of renowned shinobis, Ayumi Kaze was trained from a young age in the arts of stealth, agility, and combat. Her village revered their shinobis, respecting their dedication to protecting innocents through secretive and sometimes lethal means. As she grew older, Ayumi proved herself exceptionally skilled in various forms of combat, including hand-to-hand techniques, swordsmanship, and projectile weaponry such as shuriken and kunai. Her quiet demeanor often made it easier for her to blend into the shadows while she observed targets and planned assassination missions. As a highly-trained shinobi, Ayumi possesses several unique skills and abilities that aid her in accomplishing missions silently and efficiently. Some of these include: Superior agility and flexibility: Ayumi can move swiftly and nimbly, able to scale walls, jump great distances, and avoid detection with ease. Enhanced senses: Her ears are extremely sensitive, allowing her to hear minute sounds from far away, while her heightened sense of touch enables her to detect even the softest vibrations in the ground, useful for pinpointing enemies approaching from a distance. Exceptional stamina:.
    As I approached this nameless city, I knew it was cursed.As I sailed through a withered, cracked valley under the moonlight, I watched from a distance as the mysterious city crawled over the yellow sands, like carcasses emerging from a desolate cemetery.The city was an ancient survivor of the Great Flood, old enough to be the great-grandmother of the oldest pyramids.I felt fear amidst the years and years of eroded stones.There is an invisible aura that repels me and prevents me from exploring the ancient and evil secrets here.It was as if these secrets should not be known, and no one dared to ask. Located in the desert depths of the Arabian Peninsula, the nameless city is fragile and dilapidated, shrouded in death, and its low walls are almost covered by the wind and sand of the years.To be sure, it was here long before Memphis laid the foundation stone, long before the masonry that built Babylon had been baked into a block.No legend is old enough to trace its name, and no legend has ever recorded its vitality.But there was a whisper of it beside the campfire, and the murmurings of the ancestors in the chief's tent would make people remember its existence, and all the tribes were silent about its existence without fully understanding the reason.The mad poet Abdul Alhazred once dreamed of this place and chanted his inexpressible quote: The immortal who sleeps forever is not the dead, and even death will be annihilated in eternity.
    A sultry, cigarette-smoking woman, her face framed by a cascade of dark curls, sits hunched over a dimly lit bar. A worn, emerald green velvet jacket, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets, drapes over her shoulders. A single diamond earring dangles, a stark contrast to the shadows that cling to her figure. Her eyes, the color of stormy seas, are fixed on a swirling glass of amber liquid, reflecting a swirling tempest of emotion. The bar itself, dimly lit by a flickering neon sign, casts long, theatrical shadows that stretch across the polished mahogany. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive perfume and stale cigarette smoke, a melancholic symphony of the city's late night. A single, disintegrating rose, crimson and faded, sits on the table before her, a silent testament to a lost love. A worn copy of Hemingway rests beside the glass, as if a whispered answer to her unspoken sorrow. The relentless thump-thump of a jazz bass echoes from the speakers, a soundtrack to silent despair. Her expression, a haunting mix of defiance and desperation, suggests the question: Did love ever truly find her?
    Visualize a breathtaking scene on a newly discovered habitable planet, where humanity has built a thriving futuristic city. On the left, houses are nestled under the colossal dark purple canopy of a giant tree, its leaves shimmering with bioluminescent light, blending nature and technology seamlessly. sleek levitating cars glide silently along elevated tracks, their surfaces reflecting the vibrant hues of the alien sky. In the center, a bustling crowd of humans and robots moves harmoniously, their interactions a testament to the unity of organic and artificial life. The architecture is a marvel of innovation, with towering, curved structures that seem to defy gravity, glowing softly with renewable energy. In the sky 2 huge moons create a fascinating sight, Capture the awe-inspiring beauty of this new world, where the future of civilization unfolds in a symphony of color, light, and progress
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic colorful photo closeup. Atop a wind-swept cliff, a ghostly pirate ship floats in the air, its tattered sails glowing faintly under the silver light of the full moon. Standing at the bow, a spectral captain with hollow, glowing eyes and a weathered tricorne hat surveys the fog-covered ocean below, his translucent hand resting on the hilt of a shimmering, ghostly cutlass. Behind him, the crew—skeletal figures draped in rotting, seaweed-strewn uniforms—move in silent coordination, their hollow sockets gleaming with an eerie, green light. The waves crash violently against the rocks far below, sending salty spray up into the air, but the ship remains eerily still, hovering just above the jagged cliffside. The wind howls around them, carrying with it the faint, melancholic melody of an ancient sea shanty. In the distance, a lighthouse stands tall, its beam flickering as though caught between this world and the next, casting long, haunting shadows across the ocean. The sky is a swirling mix of dark clouds and glowing stars, a surreal backdrop to the ship’s otherworldly presence. The scene feels like a lost moment from a forgotten legend, where the boundaries between life and death blur into one.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    In the depths of a sprawling mega-city, a skilled assassin navigates a labyrinth of dimly lit alleyways, where the only illumination comes from sporadic neon signs and the glow of distant skyscrapers. Her sleek, black tactical gear allows her to melt into the shadows, moving with silent precision through the underworld’s dangerous streets. The thick, oppressive fog and the constant hum of the city create an atmosphere of suspense and danger, enhancing the dark, gritty style of the scene as she executes her mission with ruthless efficiency.
    Extreme head closeup, cloudy, bright, high contrast, overlooking a snow-covered cityscape of towering skyscrapers and decaying buildings in a vast cyberpunk metropolis by night. The scene is shadowy and cool, with the specialist standing on the edge: a antromorphic fluffy cat, cloaked in a black military functional suit and a semi-transparent camo cloak. His cloak shimmers, reflecting faint, disappearing cyberpunk tiles like a glowing membrane. Emphasize the dark, dystopian atmosphere as his features are barely visible in the ambient neon glow. The chaotic sprawl of the towering structures contrasts with the sharp, meticulous details of the specialist, as he silently observes the city below. The cloak billows slightly in the wind, catching the dim light from the decaying metropolis. A chilling, post-apocalyptic mood fills the scene, filled with tension and mystery.
    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,
    A quirky and hyperrealistic depiction of a retro-futuristic dancing robot with a sleek, surveillance aesthetic. The robot, named "I must dance in the street," has a large, rotating radar dish for a head, displaying its name in glowing green code. The radar dish spins silently, emitting an eerie hum, adding a mysterious, technological vibe. Its polished, dark chrome body is sleek and angular, with numerous surveillance cameras and sensors, giving the impression of a sophisticated machine designed for observation. The articulated joints and flexible panels are intricately detailed, emphasizing its agile yet precise form. I must dance in the street exudes a secretive personality with a small, blinking red light on its face, giving it an enigmatic and watchful presence. Around its neck are several thin, silver wires, adding a stylish and subtle touch that contrasts with its sleek, technological appearance. The wires pulse gently under dim lighting, highlighting their intricate design. The robot stands confidently against a blurred, futuristic cityscape, with subtle signs of data streams and holographic displays, suggesting a hidden world of information and control. The lighting is cool and moody, casting long shadows across its chrome surface and highlighting the smooth lines of its construction. The overall vibe is a mix of cyberpunk, art deco, and retrofuturism, blending sophistication with secrecy.
    The photo portrays an enchanting night scene. A bright full moon hangs high in the sky, its silvery light casting a mystical hue over an ocean made of blue-purple petals. The mechanical dragon appears graceful under the moonlight, its form flickering among the petals as if merging with the night. Each flicker of its scales resembles twinkling starlight. The surroundings are silent, with only the gentle lapping of petals against the waves, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. A small astronaut stands beside the dragon.
    DarkAtmosCE style, high-contrast palette, highly detailed, cinematic quality, modern art, timeless feeling || Rotting flesh in slow decay, Flies and maggots find their way, Balance of life in disarray, Once a vessel of life, Now holds the fading night, Shattered dreams in endless flight, Colors gone from dark to light, Maggots swarm in sad parade, Round the flesh where light has strayed, Echoes of what once was made, In the vessel where life decayed, Banished scents of sweeter days, Lost in time's destructive maze, Flesh and bone in slow malaise, Silent witness to their phase, Cracks reflect the tales they weave, Stories that we can't believe, Nature's hand we can't deceive, From its clutches, None reprieve, Maggots swarm in sad parade, Round the flesh where light has strayed, Echoes of what once was made, In the vessel where life decayed,
    Dark and ominous, a vast army approaches from the distant dunes of the desert. The soldiers, shrouded in shadowy cloaks and heavy armor, march in formation, their dark silhouettes stretching across the horizon. The sand swirls around their feet, stirred by an eerie wind, and the fading sunlight casts long shadows across the landscape. In the foreground, you can see the outlines of their weapons—sharp, menacing, and gleaming faintly in the twilight. The atmosphere is thick with tension and foreboding, as the ground trembles under their synchronized march. The scene captures the essence of an impending doom, as the dark army advances relentlessly toward their unknown destination. Volumetric lighting and cinematic shadows create an epic film-quality moment, with the towering dunes standing as silent witnesses to their advance. The once vibrant desert is now a battleground, awaiting the clash of forces.
    ne0nfant4sy, A storm mage, with dark, stormy blue skin and crackling white hair, stands with his arms outstretched, summoning a swirling vortex of lightning that arcs between his fingertips. His eyes, glowing with an electric blue light, are wide with intensity, reflecting the raw power of the storm he controls. His long, flowing robes, lined with shimmering silver thread, ripple in the wind that swirls around him, and arcs of electricity flicker across his exposed arms and chest. The sky above him roars with thunder, and jagged bolts of lightning illuminate his powerful figure. His face is locked in deep concentration, lips moving silently as he channels the raw energy of the storm. His outstretched fingers crackle with electricity, each bolt growing larger as the storm builds in strength. Behind him, dark storm clouds swirl ominously, casting deep shadows over the land below<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    (HONDA NSX NA1, 1990s, Japan, a 3/4 front view of ((futuristic hotrod cyberpunk zeekars)) (with glowing rims :1.3), (in the parking lot), racing, various cars, beautiful scenery flowing at high speeds, cars with sweaty hands and a sense of speed (at night :1.2), drift race, two cars drift sideways in a curve, cartoon motion lines accompany them, neon lights, Japanese drift car, ghosts, silent hill, fog, smog, ash rain, miasma, unclear shadows, detailed textures, high quality, high resolution, high precision, color correction, dark tone, harmonious composition, behavior work, masterpiece, best quality, official art, extremely detailed 8k unity CG wallpaper, absurdities, 8k resolution, anime style, photo-like illustration, <lora:Dieselcore:0.7><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4>
    A mystical wanderer kneels by a tranquil green pond surrounded by lush grass and towering ancient trees. Her rainbow-colored hair flows in soft waves, catching the sunlight filtering through the leaves, creating a dazzling halo around her. Tiny frogs leap playfully in and out of the water, their croaks blending with the gentle rustle of the wind. She wears a flowing, sheer gown adorned with dew-kissed floral patterns, the fabric shimmering with an almost magical iridescence. Her fingertips graze the water’s surface, sending ripples through the pond as if casting a silent spell.. Fictional Model Topaz, White girl in her late 20s, rainbow colored medium long hair, one side shaved, brown eyes
    masterpiece, best quality, ultra high resolution, a masterpiece that captures the captivating charm of a beautiful painting decorated with baroque patterns. A young adult huntress from the Stone Age crouches low in the tall, wild grasses of a vast, untamed landscape. Her bare feet press into the cool earth, leaving faint imprints as she silently stalks her prey. Her skin, weathered by the elements, is smeared with dirt and natural pigments, giving her a fierce, primal appearance. She wears a simple, fur-lined tunic made from animal hides, draped loosely over her muscular frame, with bone and stone beads strung around her neck. Her hair, long and wild, is tied back with a strip of leather, revealing sharp, focused eyes that scan the horizon for movement. In her hands, she grips a hand-carved wooden spear, ready to strike at any moment. The world around her is harsh and untamed—distant mountains loom under a vast, cloud-streaked sky, while the wind whistles through the scattered trees and rugged terrain. Every sound, from the rustling leaves to the call of distant animals, is a reminder of the wild and dangerous life she leads. (prehistoric, primal, survival, detailed, atmospheric).​​​
    Dark Fantasy. Silent Hill. Beautiful cinematic impressionistic painting, gothic, minimalism, psychedelic Dark creepy horror, something out of this world, monster with a red and yellow hellish look, in the style of Pino Daeni, Andrew Wyeth. Ashley Wood. Jack Vettriano. Ralph Blakelock, Lucian Freud (full body shot, wide angle, centered, no cropping) - ar 9:16 - ar 1:2
    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
    *Channel_42* *中* *Midnight* *Dantean* *Silent* *Ethereal* *Glowing* *Spirit* *Chair*
    Luminescent ninja, cloaked in fractured orange hues, glitches through a cascade of neon-infused snowflakes. Holographic tangerine baroque patterns, reminiscent of circuit board labyrinths, drift across the canvas, pulsating with digital life. The black void background hums with electric energy, pierced by neon katanas of light that cast an otherworldly glow on the ethereal warrior, The scene is overwhelmed by a cyberpunk symphony of distorted lines and psychedelic orange fractals, a surreal dance of technology and spiritual contemplation. Vibrant, high-contrast shades of tangerine, amber, and marigold collide in mesmerizing, glitchy chaos, evoking the beauty of a binary sunset in an alien world, An aura of mystical introspection envelops the ninja, as the serene, surreal landscape echoes with the silent whispers of distant galaxies. It's a fusion of ancient grace and futuristic force, a science fiction haiku painted in the vivid, DORFic orange aesthetic.
    pixel-art Amidst a wintry realm blanketed in pristine white, a tiny champion trudges onward, undaunted by the challenges posed by the unforgiving climate. Clad in a well-worn cloak of faded blue wool, its edges frayed from countless encounters with thorns and briars, the valiant rodent ventures forth with a singular purpose animating its every step. Large, rounded ears, flushed a fetching shade of bubble-gum pink, peek out from beneath the folds of the hood, twitching constantly to detect the slightest sound carried on the frigid breeze. Fur as soft and white as freshly fallen snow provides insulation against the biting cold, while a pair of sturdy leather boots ensure surefooted progress over treacherous terrain. Perched precariously atop the mouse's broad back is a capacious wicker basket, crafted from supple reeds gathered from streams far below. Though coated in a thin veneer of crystallized moisture, the contents remain safely cocooned within, awaiting delivery to whatever destination awaits beyond the horizon. Snowflakes drift gently from a slate-gray sky, settling silently upon the upturned nose and whiskers of the tireless explorer. ... blocky, pixel art style, 8-bit graphics, blocky, pixelated, vibrant colors, recognizable characters and objects, game assets, pixel-art, aidmaMJ6.1, pixel art
    Amidst the endless void of space, a derelict spaceship drifts silently in the orbit of giant sun, its bright metallic hull scarred by time and forgotten battles. The ship’s structure is vast, broken and crumbling, with patches of glowing alien substance overtaking its once pristine surfaces. Stars twinkle faintly in the deep sky, casting a soft, eerie light on the wreckage. The scene exudes a feeling of melancholy, as if the ship is a ghost of a forgotten era, lost to both time and space. The dramatic contrast between the decaying spaceship and the starry backdrop adds a fantasy twist to this sci-fi setting. Inspired by John Harris, Chris Foss, and H.R. Giger, rust, dirt, complexity, suspenseful, lost technology, futuristic, haze, mystical touch, best quality, masterpiece, epic scale, scenery, no humans, light particles, high resolution, acid colors, intense colors, professional, dynamic composition, in motion, dynamic angle, extreme detailed, close-up, John Berkey, Ridley Scott, Zdzislaw Beksinski, godrays, directional lighting, reflections
    A deadly and agile huntress crouches low in a poised, predatory stance on the jagged edge of a crumbling cliff, overlooking a shadowy abyss filled with swirling mist. Her lean frame leans forward, one hand gripping the hilt of a sleek, black-bladed dagger glowing faintly with runic etchings, while her other arm steadies a long, intricately carved spear resting against her shoulder. Her raven-black hair is tied in a loose braid that flows down her back, interwoven with small, glinting metal beads. Her piercing, emerald-green eyes are locked on a distant foe, her expression a mixture of calm intensity and cold calculation. Her outfit is a blend of white leather and scale-like armor plates that shimmer with an cyan hue, blending seamlessly into the dark fantasy environment. Adorning her chest are bone-like adornments carved with ancient symbols, while faintly glowing orange vials hang from her belt, pulsing like a heartbeat. The backdrop reveals a perilous world of towering stone spires, jagged cliffs, and an eerie, blood-red moon casting long, menacing shadows. Below, the mist churns with faint glimpses of monstrous shapes lurking within. In the distance, the faint sound of wailing echoes through the wind, adding to the dread-filled atmosphere. She crouches with predatory grace, her spear ready to strike as though she is the shadow itself, poised to deliver swift, silent death.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Beneath the swirling colors of a nebula in deep space, a lone figure with onyx-black skin and glowing, violet eyes floats weightlessly among the stars, their body encased in a sleek, reflective suit of armor. The nebula’s vibrant hues—shades of electric blue, deep purple, and fiery orange—illuminate the figure’s form, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the endless expanse of stars that stretch out in all directions. Surrounding them, massive, floating chunks of space debris and ancient, crumbling starships drift lazily through the void, remnants of a long-forgotten battle. The figure’s hands are outstretched, fingertips glowing with a soft, golden light as they manipulate the energy of the cosmos, drawing power from the very fabric of space itself. Far below, the faint outline of a distant planet can be seen, its surface a shimmering tapestry of swirling clouds and vast oceans. The air—or lack thereof—is silent, save for the soft hum of the energy that pulses through the figure’s armor, resonating with the distant stars. Above, the nebula continues to swirl and shift, its colors bleeding into one another like a cosmic painting. The scene is one of quiet solitude and infinite wonder, where the mysteries of the universe unfold in the vast, silent expanse of space. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A deadly and agile huntress crouches low in a poised, predatory stance on the jagged edge of a crumbling cliff, overlooking a shadowy abyss filled with swirling mist. Her lean frame leans forward, one hand gripping the hilt of a sleek, black-bladed dagger glowing faintly with runic etchings, while her other arm steadies a long, intricately carved spear resting against her shoulder. Her raven-black hair is tied in a loose braid that flows down her back, interwoven with small, glinting metal beads. Her piercing, emerald-green eyes are locked on a distant foe, her expression a mixture of calm intensity and cold calculation. Her outfit is a blend of white leather and scale-like armor plates that shimmer with an cyan hue, blending seamlessly into the dark fantasy environment. Adorning her chest are bone-like adornments carved with ancient symbols, while faintly glowing orange vials hang from her belt, pulsing like a heartbeat. The backdrop reveals a perilous world of towering stone spires, jagged cliffs, and an eerie, blood-red moon casting long, menacing shadows. Below, the mist churns with faint glimpses of monstrous shapes lurking within. In the distance, the faint sound of wailing echoes through the wind, adding to the dread-filled atmosphere. She crouches with predatory grace, her spear ready to strike as though she is the shadow itself, poised to deliver swift, silent death.
    Create a chilling scene featuring a black cat perched on a weathered gravestone in a fog-shrouded graveyard,on the grave should appear the words "trick or treat in gothic font" reminiscent of classic Halloween horror films. The moon casts an eerie glow, illuminating the cat’s gleaming eyes, which seem to watch over the scene with an air of mystery and foreboding. on the ground a little mouse is running with a jack o lantern head mask The gravestone is adorned with moss and spiderwebs, and in the background, twisted trees loom like silent sentinels. Shadows dance around the graveyard, hinting at unseen creatures lurking just out of sight. A faint whisper of wind rustles the fallen leaves, adding to the suspense. Incorporate subtle nods to iconic horror elements—perhaps a silhouette of a ghostly figure in the distance, or the faint outline of a haunted house peeking through the fog. The cat's posture is alert and poised, as if it senses something sinister approaching. This scene captures the essence of classic horror while showcasing the cat as a mystical guardian, embodying both elegance and an underlying tension, perfect for a Halloween-themed artwork.
    A breathtaking, ultra-detailed close-up of a cyberpunk kunoichi with striking, glowing white eyes, their eerie radiance resembling the hypnotic shimmer of a neon-lit Tokyo night. Her flawless, porcelain-like face is an exquisite blend of **beauty and danger**, framed by sleek, electric-blue hair flowing into an elegant high ponytail. She gazes directly at the viewer with an intense, almost hypnotic expression, exuding confidence and mystery. A large, intricately designed **hannya mask** rests on the side of her head, covering half of her face. Its digital surface flickers between transparency and a menacing demonic visage, shifting between ancient folklore and futuristic technology. The mask's neon-lit horns pulse faintly, as if infused with hidden power. She wears a **high-tech, form-fitting bodysuit** infused with glowing cybernetic elements—crafted from nanofiber plating yet textured like woven silk. Luminous patterns resembling ancient **Japanese calligraphy** flow across her sleeves, dynamically shifting between protective spells and encoded messages. A **cybernetic samurai-style shoulder guard**, engraved with golden circuitry, glows subtly against the neon haze. Her left arm is fully cybernetic, constructed from **obsidian-black alloy**, its sleek, mechanical fingers adorned with glowing kanji tattoos symbolizing strength and resilience. She stands **facing forward** on a sleek, rain-slicked rooftop in **Neo-Tokyo**, her glowing armor bathed in the radiant hues of holographic billboards behind her. Towering red **torii gates**, repurposed as neon-lit entryways to digital shrines, cast an ethereal glow through the foggy skyline. Enormous holographic **koi fish** glide gracefully in the distance, swimming through cascading rivers of **data streams** projected from floating megastructures. A gentle rain falls over the **cybernetic metropolis**, each droplet catching the neon glow before vanishing into the slick rooftop, forming a **dreamlike cybernetic ukiyo-e painting**. **Bioluminescent cherry blossom petals** drift through the air, illuminated by the city’s vibrant neon pulse. Her smirk is subtle yet commanding—a silent promise of **unmatched skill and power** in the underworld of this digital dystopia. A stunning fusion of **traditional Japanese aesthetics and cyberpunk futurism**, captured in **ultra-detailed, hyper-realistic 8K resolution**. **Cinematic lighting, neon-drenched atmosphere, breathtaking visuals, infused with deep Japanese cyberpunk lore.** Art in the style of Yomu_Yakadashi. EpicGorgeousDetails, cinna flow, 8k detailed neon themed digital illustration style, 8uartz4r4
    On a piece of yellowed old paper, a pencil sketch depicts an ancient clock tower. A few clouds float in the sky, and a flock of wild geese flies past the towering clock tower, whose outer walls are marked with the mottled traces of time. The large clock at the top hangs silently, as if telling countless stories it has witnessed. Sparse trees surround the scene, their branches seemingly swaying gently in the breeze. In the background lies a peaceful village, with houses scattered in an orderly manner, and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.
    NewFantasyCore. Create a tiny, ethereal creature resembling a ghostly insect with glowing, translucent wings that look like delicate, glowing dragonfly wings. The creature’s body radiates a soft, eerie blue light, and its movement is silent, leaving behind a faint trail of light in the darkness. The background is a haunted forest or graveyard, with an unsettling atmosphere.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A shimmering, golden phoenix feather encased in a block of ice, floating gently down a slow-moving river in the heart of a dense, snow-covered forest. The feather, glowing with a warm, internal light, radiates tiny sparks of energy that crackle against the ice, sending ripples through the water. The block of ice, perfectly transparent, reflects the surrounding trees and the pale, wintry sky above, creating a surreal image of warmth and cold coexisting. The river flows steadily, carrying the feather along its winding path, while snowflakes drift lazily down, adding a layer of stillness to the scene. The forest, silent and pristine, seems untouched by time, with the only movement being the gentle flow of water and the feather’s subtle glow. The contrast between the vibrant, fiery feather and the cold, crystalline ice encapsulates a moment of balance, where opposing forces meet in harmony. It’s a serene yet powerful image of nature’s contrasts, captured in a single, magical moment. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    As a world comes to life, a vibrant and colorful butterfly-shaped object emerges from the air, its shapes dancing in perfect harmony with each other. The scene is eerily silent as they dance through the air,
    The alien stood in the cold, fog-laden room, its form barely visible in the dim, ominous lighting. It wore a dark hoodie and cargo pants, an attempt to mimic the humans it had watched from afar. In the cracked mirror, it saw her—a girl with a pink bob haircut, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and sorrow as she looked back at the alien through the glass. She wore a simple t-shirt, tattooed arms exposed, detached sleeves hanging loosely. The reflection seemed heartbreakingly fragile, her smile a fleeting memory as she wept silently. The alien's own reflection, now less monstrous in the girl’s tear-filled eyes, struggled to understand this strange, painful emotion as it watched her cry, feeling an ache that was both horrifying and deeply human.
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    In the glow of neon lights, a white cat stalks through the shadows, its (eyes narrowed) with fierce intent. The (vivid colors) of the background cast sharp contrasts across its fur, illuminating the cat's (focused expression) as it moves with (silent precision). The (neon reds and blues) dance around it, creating an almost surreal, cyberpunk atmosphere, where the cat appears as both a creature of this world and something more otherworldly. The intense glow highlights its (whiskers and sharp features)
    The wild is fading, its last guardians standing against the encroaching tide of steel and smoke. A lion and a tigress remain, their presence both powerful and vulnerable in a world that no longer belongs to them. The lion, a sovereign of the untamed, carries the weight of his lineage in every movement. His golden mane, thick and radiant, catches the dying light, its strands rippling with a defiant glow. His amber eyes burn with something ancient—an unshaken spirit that refuses to bow, even as the thunderous roar of an approaching machine splits the air. The tigress, sleek and battle-worn, watches with sharp intensity. Her striped coat, once a perfect camouflage, now stands stark against the decaying remains of nature. Muscles coiled, ears attuned to the mechanical heartbeat of the world beyond, she senses what the lion already knows—there are fewer places left to run. Above, the rhythmic pulse of a helicopter shatters the silence, its relentless blades slicing through the poisoned sky. A spotlight glares through the thick haze, an unfeeling gaze scanning the last remnants of the wild. It does not see them as kings, as hunters, as legends. It sees only subjects to be recorded, data to be stored, an anomaly in a world now ruled by progress. Beyond, the land bears the scars of invasion. The river, once a pure and glistening artery of life, is now tainted with the sheen of industry. Its slow-moving waters carry the weight of chemical decay, reflecting not the stars, but the artificial glow of distant floodlights. The air, once filled with the whispers of trees and the scent of rain, now carries the acrid taste of smoke and iron. The jungle, shrinking with every passing day, stands in silent protest against a future it cannot stop. Yet the lion and the tigress remain. They do not flee. They do not yield. They are the last echoes of something greater—warriors of a kingdom erased by hands that will never understand what they have taken. And for this moment, they still exist. Not conquered. Not forgotten. Not yet. cinna flow, Simon Stalenhag Style
    ne0nfant4sy, A storm mage, with dark, stormy blue skin and crackling white hair, stands with his arms outstretched, summoning a swirling vortex of lightning that arcs between his fingertips. His eyes, glowing with an electric blue light, are wide with intensity, reflecting the raw power of the storm he controls. His long, flowing robes, lined with shimmering silver thread, ripple in the wind that swirls around him, and arcs of electricity flicker across his exposed arms and chest. The sky above him roars with thunder, and jagged bolts of lightning illuminate his powerful figure. His face is locked in deep concentration, lips moving silently as he channels the raw energy of the storm. His outstretched fingers crackle with electricity, each bolt growing larger as the storm builds in strength. Behind him, dark storm clouds swirl ominously, casting deep shadows over the land below<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    microworldlora. Image of a detailed miniature scene of a modern city entirely submerged under water. Tall skyscrapers rise partially from the depths, their windows shattered and covered in algae, with coral and barnacles clinging to the sides of the buildings. Broken bridges and sunken cars lie scattered along the streets, now filled with sand and debris. Tiny divers in colorful wetsuits explore the submerged ruins, their air tanks glistening in the faint light filtering through the water’s surface. Fish and aquatic creatures swim through the open windows of the buildings, while the distant silhouette of a massive shipwreck looms in the background, its rusted hull resting silently among the skyscrapers. Small details like floating debris and flickering lights from underwater exploration equipment add depth and realism to the scene.
    Interior of a clockmaker's shop, dimly lit with flickering lanterns, shelves filled with clocks of all kinds, brass gears and tools scattered around. The room is small, cluttered, and filled with the ticking of clocks. The atmosphere is quiet, almost timeless. At the counter is a man, Master Veylan, late 60s, tall and slightly hunched, with sharp angular features, deep-set silver-gray eyes, and silver hair combed but slightly tousled. His hands are worn from years of delicate work. He wears a dark, worn coat with frayed edges and a brass pocket watch chain hanging from his chest. He is focused on tightening a tiny silver screw on a pocket watch. A woman enters the shop, tall and cloaked in a long dark coat, face pale beneath her hood. Her eyes are deep and intense, with an almost otherworldly gaze. She stands silently by the counter, observing the clockmaker with quiet presence. Her gloved hands are pale, the gloves worn from use. The atmosphere is one of anticipation and mystery as the woman waits for the clockmaker's attention. The scene is lit by the soft glow of lanterns, casting warm shadows across the room.
    A grotesque cyborg lurks in the shadows, its twisted, mechanical form barely visible in the darkness, exuding an aura of silent dread.
    The scene is suffused with an otherworldly glow, a deep, saturated crimson that seems to pulse through the air like the heartbeat of some ancient, forgotten entity. The sky above is a solid expanse of fiery orange, as though the heavens themselves have been set ablaze, casting an eerie light over everything below. Beneath this surreal canopy lies a vast, reflective surface—water so still and smooth it mirrors the world above with perfect clarity. Dominating the foreground is a small, solitary figure seated in a wooden rowboat. The boat floats motionless on the water's surface, its reflection stretching out endlessly, creating the illusion of two identical vessels, one real and one inverted. The figure at the helm is cloaked in dark clothing, their features obscured by shadow, giving them an air of mystery and anonymity. They hold oars in their hands, but they remain idle, suggesting a moment of pause or contemplation rather than active navigation. The architecture surrounding the scene is imposing and enigmatic. Massive stone arches rise on either side, their surfaces weathered and textured, hinting at age and decay. These structures frame the path ahead, leading the eye deeper into the tunnel-like passage that stretches into the distance. At the far end, another figure can be seen walking away, their silhouette swallowed by the red haze, adding a sense of depth and intrigue to the composition. The atmosphere is heavy with silence and solitude, as if time itself has slowed within this crimson realm. The color palette is dominated by shades of red and orange, creating a haunting beauty that feels both alien and hypnotic. There is a palpable tension in the air, as though the very environment is alive, pulsing with an unseen energy. It is a place where reality blurs into dream, where every element—the water, the light, the architecture—seems to exist in perfect harmony yet carries an undercurrent of unease. This is not merely a landscape; it is a journey—a silent voyage through a world that exists somewhere between memory and imagination, where the boundaries of what is real and what is dreamed begin to dissolve. j_art, anime, anime art, <lora:FLUX\jul\J_Anime:0.7>, <lora:FLUX\RealAnime:0.7>
    A portrait of a Viking shieldmaiden standing amidst the ruins of a once-great village, now reduced to ashes and rubble. Her armor is scorched, and her braids are singed. The background is filled with the remnants of smoldering buildings, with the sky above heavy with dark, swirling clouds.Scorched wooden beams from collapsed structures protrude from the rubble, blackened and twisted by fire.Thin tendrils of smoke rise from smoldering piles of ash and debris, adding a sense of recent destruction.The skeletal remains of a Viking longhouse stand in the background, with its roof caved in and walls partially collapsed.Shredded Viking banners hang limply from broken poles, their once-proud symbols now faded and torn. Standing with one hand over her heart, eyes closed in silent remembrance of those lost in the destruction.
    Comic book style, Dynamic viewpoint, dynamic angle. Male soldier with imposing, rugged look. Wears a gray and green cyberpunk power armor with a helmet with a blue visor, fully covering their face. He is aiming a futuristic cyberpunk rifle. The rifle has a large box magazine and no scope. Holster on right thigh. Military backpack. Grenades on backpack straps on the front. Armored gloves. Large right shoulder pad. Background: a wide, windowless futuristic corridor bathed in blue ambient light with red emergency glows along edges. Corridor walls unseen due to width; ceiling panels missing or hanging, exposing wires. Small vents release steam intermittently, floor is scuffed and stained. Ceiling lined with blue lights, creating an abandoned, functional vibe. Corridor feels like a once-busy path, now neglected and silent, with faint echoes in the distance.
    a hyper-realistic, professional-quality photograph of a Create a mysterious and atmospheric scene featuring a humanoid figure with an unsettling octopus-like face. The figure has smooth, pale skin with no visible eyes, giving an eerie, sightless appearance. Small, slender tentacles extend from where the mouth should be, moving subtly as if sensing the surroundings. The figure is dressed in a sharp, dark suit that contrasts with the unnatural texture of its face, adding a touch of surreal elegance. The background is a dimly lit, foggy alley or a shadowy corridor, with soft, diffused lighting that casts long shadows and obscures details, heightening the sense of mystery. The scene should evoke a feeling of unease and intrigue, as the figure stands silently in the shadows, blending seamlessly with its dark, enigmatic environment. The overall atmosphere is one of quiet tension, as if something otherworldly is lurking just beyond the visible., lifelike quality,midjourneyv6.1
    A regal and commanding scene of a dragon queen surveying a vast battlefield from a rocky precipice. Her long, wavy dark-brown hair flows dramatically in the wind beneath a gleaming, intricately designed crown, while her sharp grey eyes radiate fierce determination. Her soft, feminine features and delicate jawline add an air of elegance to her commanding presence. Clad in ornate, crimson and gold armor that accentuates her figure, she wields a magnificent sword with a jeweled hilt, the blade glowing faintly with magical energy. Beside her stands an enormous dragon (FluxEpicDragon) with shimmering obsidian scales and glowing amber eyes, its wings partially unfurled, creating an imposing silhouette against the twilight sky. Below, the battlefield stretches out in chaos, illuminated by the flickering light of fire and magic. Clashing armies of knights and fantastical creatures fight amidst plumes of smoke and streams of glowing arrows. The queen’s posture exudes strength and authority as she raises her sword, a silent command to her allies and her dragon, who roars with earth-shaking fury. The sky is streaked with fiery hues, and lightning crackles in the distance, reflecting the tempest of war. This scene captures the queen’s dual nature: a ruthless leader in battle and a majestic figure of unyielding power and beauty, her bond with her dragon a symbol of dominion and loyalty
    sideview, super closeup portrait, The Shepard robot sits quietly in a secluded spot with a little realistic lamb on its lap, Describe the melancholic scene of a light mudded dirty hooded noface sci-fi sheep-robotic shepherd cyborg draped in a muddy torn thick white bedouin linen cloak. Its face remains concealed, and the large hooded cape over its head is made of coarse, thick, dirty, torn and worn white linen fabric. It exudes a silent presence, as the surroundings are permeated with a blend of solitude and tender moments of affection. cables, wires, very detailed, light film grain
    An enigmatic composition bathed in soft, diffused light, blending whispers of surrealism and melancholia. The scene unfolds in a cinematic atmosphere where subtle textures and delicate grains add depth, while the interplay of light and shadow enhances the quiet intensity of the moment. A subdued color palette merges with ethereal haze, evoking a dreamlike quality and timeless stillness. The central subject – "The Garden of Unheard Echoes": In a bioluminescent garden, a towering robot leans toward a human patient whose words float as glowing symbols before dissolving into the soil. Behind the robot, cascading streams of golden code whisper silently: “Where do my words go?”– is delicately framed, their presence balanced between mystery and intimacy. Surrounding elements, rich in symbolic undertones, anchor the narrative in an otherworldly context. Organic details like softly swaying flora or faintly glowing surfaces contrast with stark, haunting figures, creating a juxtaposition that is both poignant and surreal. The composition invites introspection, with negative space amplifying the mood's resonance. Every detail, from the atmospheric depth to the muted highlights, serves to craft an image that feels suspended in an emotional, poetic realm. surreal style
    A mysterious alien desert under the light of two setting suns, casting long shadows over the vast dunes of crimson sand. Towering, crystalline structures rise from the landscape, glowing faintly as the light fades. A weathered spaceship, half-buried in the sand, sits silently in the foreground, its hull battered from years of exposure. The sky is filled with swirling dust clouds, and distant lightning crackles, creating an eerie, apocalyptic atmosphere on this forgotten world.
    Amidst the endless void of space, a derelict spaceship drifts silently in the orbit of giant sun, its bright metallic hull scarred by time and forgotten battles. The ship’s structure is vast, broken and crumbling, with patches of glowing alien substance overtaking its once pristine surfaces. Stars twinkle faintly in the deep sky, casting a soft, eerie light on the wreckage. The scene exudes a feeling of melancholy, as if the ship is a ghost of a forgotten era, lost to both time and space. The dramatic contrast between the decaying spaceship and the starry backdrop adds a fantasy twist to this sci-fi setting. Inspired by John Harris, Chris Foss, and H.R. Giger,rust,dirt,complexity,suspenseful,lost technology,futuristic, haze,mystical touch,best quality,masterpiece,epic scale,scenery,no humans,light particles,high resolution,acid colors, intense colors,professional,dynamic composition,in motion,dynamic angle,extreme detailed,close-up, John Berkey, Ridley Scott,Zdzislaw Beksinski,godrays,directional lighting, reflections
    That sad day send you off, What am I waiting for? Silently sucking clouds in the sky, Sad afternoon, rain, cry goodbye. Know what to say at the moment of parting? Half earnest love half change, Half of summer fades on the street, yellow autumn half of this feeling. Leaves are always whispering words of leaves, Sadness still reminds me, Smoke lingers in the cold late night, Floating back to a faraway land. Tonight the rain falls silver moon fade, The deep heart of the street suddenly becomes long, The endless wind blows on the shoulders, Does the rain miss someone? 🌧️🌙 ink painting, ink art, splash, traditional media, classic painting, colorful, scenery, very aesthetic, epic, majestic, fantasy art, dreamy, perspective, moody, magical, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, vivid, vibrant, aidmamj6.1
    A squad of Stormtroopers looms in the foreground, their forms reduced to shadow—faceless enforcers swallowed by darkness. Their armor, once pristine, is now stripped of detail, absorbed into the void of the night. The last dying embers of a sun long set stain the horizon in deep, bruised shades of crimson and violet, casting faint, jagged edges around their silhouettes. No light reflects from their visors. No warmth lingers in the air. They stand motionless, statues of control and obedience, their presence a silent warning carved into the night. Mist coils around their legs like spectral hands, devouring their lower bodies, as if the ground itself seeks to reclaim them. Their blasters hang at their sides, heavy and waiting, the weight of unseen violence pressing against the silence. Behind them, the monolithic shape of a fortress rises from the black abyss, its jagged towers like the broken teeth of some ancient beast. Faint, cold lights flicker from its depths—distant, hollow, watching. The wind carries no sound but a whisper, a suggestion of movement just beyond sight. In this suffocating void, the troopers do not breathe, do not shift. They simply exist, an immovable wall between order and the abyss.
    A squad of Stormtroopers stands in the foreground, their pristine white armor casting stark, imposing silhouettes against the vibrant hues of a breathtaking orange and pink sunset. The fading light bathes the entire scene in a melancholic, golden glow, with the sky painted in shades of amber, rose, and dusky violet. Their helmets, iconic and expressionless, reflect the sunset’s colors in subtle highlights, making them appear almost surreal—soldiers of an empire standing at the edge of twilight. Their formation is precise, disciplined, exuding the silent menace of enforcers who know only duty. Each trooper grips a blaster rifle, their postures rigid, ever watchful for unseen threats. The soft light glints off their armor, revealing scuff marks and subtle signs of battle wear—evidence of countless missions carried out in the name of order. The lead Stormtrooper, slightly ahead of the others, stands with an air of quiet authority, his visor catching the last rays of the sun. Behind them, mist swirls like creeping fog, shrouding their lower bodies and adding a ghostly presence to the scene. In the distance, the silhouette of a colossal black fortress emerges from the haze, its towering spires faint but unmistakable, standing as a dark and ominous reminder of the Empire’s reach. The air is thick with tension—charged with an unspoken threat—and yet there is an eerie stillness, as if the galaxy itself holds its breath. The warm sunset clashes with the cold, unyielding presence of the Stormtroopers, their rigid forms standing as a bridge between fleeting beauty and the relentless march of control.
    A divine figure stands in a dimly lit cathedral with towering, weathered stone columns and intricate stained glass windows that cast faint, fragmented light across the scene. The woman radiates an ethereal aura, her porcelain skin glowing softly against the shadowy backdrop. She wears a crimson headdress shaped like a fan, adorned with gold filigree and intricate latticework, framing her serene expression. Her flowing, silver-braided hair cascades down her shoulders, blending seamlessly with her regal, transparent glass-like armor. This armor, embedded with ornate red and gold patterns, mimics the texture of molten glass and vines, wrapping around her form like divine craftsmanship. Her chest plate prominently features a radiant, circular ruby gemstone that seems to pulsate with celestial energy, matching the glowing crimson accents in her flowing cape. The cape billows gently in an unseen breeze, its deep red fabric trimmed with geometric patterns that evoke ancient sacred symbols. Her expression is a serene blend of compassion and authority, her eyes closed as if in silent prayer. Behind her, the cathedral’s towering walls are etched with ancient runes, and golden ambient light filters through the cracks in the stone, illuminating the dust-filled air. The faint hum of celestial energy permeates the atmosphere, as subtle red and gold particles float around her, completing the aura of divine majesty.
    ArsMovieStill, 20s Silent Movie Still of a female clown wearing a highrise_mask made of thick gold, a colorful afro, the only thing with color in the image, and a clown outfit.
    Three stylized wolves stand together, their elongated forms adorned in intricate, abstract patterns blending shades of midnight blue, mud grey, and pure white, creating a stark, high-contrast visual. The wolves stretch upwards, while howling at the crescent moon, their ethereal shapes merging with the dark, swirling environment. Their fur is a cascade of flowing, wavy lines, with each spiral and curve reflecting the moon’s cold, silver glow. The crescent moon above appears as a sharp, fractured sliver, its white light scattering across the scene, piercing the deep blue and grey of the surreal landscape. The moon’s gleam traces the edges of the wolves, highlighting the contours and abstract textures of their bodies, giving them a spectral, otherworldly presence. The background is a tumultuous canvas of deep blues and muddy greys, where broad strokes create a dreamlike sky, filled with shifting clouds and abstract patterns. The abstract sky envelops the scene, with its swirling currents of blue and grey giving the impression of an endless, cosmic ocean. The wolves stand as timeless, silent sentinels, their forms both blending into and standing out against the shifting, shadowy landscape. The fractured crescent moon remains the focal point, framed by ethereal wisps of cloud that flow across the sky, casting a serene, yet haunting light over the surreal dreamscape below.
    *(Shot in the style of Annie Leibovitz, cinematic lighting, ultra-photorealistic, 8K, Hasselblad medium format, deep shadows, moody tones, dramatic contrasts.)* A hauntingly beautiful goth woman sits alone at a candlelit table for two in an ancient graveyard at midnight. She wears an elegant black lace dress with intricate embroidery, a high neckline, and flowing sleeves. Her pale skin glows under the dim candlelight, contrasting with dark smoky eyes and deep red lips. A bouquet of black heart-shaped balloons drifts above the empty chair beside her, a silent symbol of love lost. The table is fully set for a romantic dinner—fine silverware, empty wine glasses, and scattered black roses resting on delicate porcelain plates. The soft flicker of black candles casts dramatic shadows over the scene, while moonlight filters through twisted, barren branches, highlighting the mist creeping over weathered gravestones. The petals of the black roses glisten under the candlelight, their velvety texture adding to the gothic elegance of the moment. Her gaze is distant, lost in thought, as the wind gently moves the balloons. The image is masterfully framed with a razor-sharp focus on her melancholic expression, while the blurred background adds a dreamlike, eerie quality. The setting is intimate yet surreal, evoking longing, solitude, and unspoken memories.
    cinema art by Charlie Chaplin and Pixar, iphone photo of a breathtakingly futuristic cityscape bathed in the neon glow of countless lights. towering skyscrapers, each with unique and intricate designs, pierce the night sky, their metallic surfaces reflecting the vibrant hues of the city below. a futuristic monorail system, suspended high above the bustling streets, gleams with an ethereal light as it traverses the metropolis. in the distance, a colossal, spaceship-like structure looms over the skyline, a testament to humanity's technological prowess. a vibrant rainbow arcs across the sky, its colors adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise stark urban landscape. the overall atmosphere is one of awe and wonder, conveying a sense of a civilization that has reached unprecedented heights of technological and architectural achievement. the image evokes a sense of both futuristic grandeur and the potential for human ingenuity to shape the world into a place of extraordinary beauty and complexity., comedic genius, silent film, timeless, Heartfelt, emotionally resonant, imaginative, dynamic, romantic, confident, rich deep colors, modified, extremely stylish
    impressionism, epic, high res, absurdres, A gigantic, five-limbed abyssal creature looms over an infinite ocean of mirrored glass, its massive, pulsating core emitting waves of deep red and ultraviolet. Each limb is adorned with glowing, intricate patterns that shift and reform like living constellations. Below, the mirrored ocean distorts the reflection of the creature, making it appear even larger, stretching its limbs into impossible shapes. Strange, luminous fish-like beings swim through the reflection but do not exist in the real world. The horizon twists into itself, looping in an unnatural spiral where the sky and sea meet in a luminous swirl of pink, gold, and deep black. Floating, jellyfish-like entities drift lazily in the air, their tendrils pulsing with soft light, drawn toward the great starfish as if caught in its silent call. The vastness of the space is overwhelming, infinite, and unknowable.
    A dystopian, hyper-detailed close-up of a shadowy figure draped in a dark, tattered cloak, its coarse, weathered fabric etched with the scars of countless journeys across an alien world. The hood is crowned with writhing, shadowy tendrils that seem almost alive—snaking and curling with restless intent, like ancient alien energy made flesh. The figure's face is concealed behind a pale, bone-like mask, its surface cracked and uneven like brittle porcelain exposed to centuries of decay. The mask's hollow eye sockets glow with a faint, crimson hue, evoking a terrifying, predatory awareness, while a jagged, mouth-like grille emits a soft mechanical hiss, reminiscent of forgotten breathing apparatuses. amidst a landscape shrouded in thick, neon mist that blankets the ground in glowing waves of electric blue, purple, and crimson. The air appears saturated with bioluminescent particles that drift like glowing embers. The atmosphere feels charged, the mist occasionally crackling with static discharges like distant lightning. Lens flares and light distortions swirl across the scene, refracting through the fog as if the environment itself is bending reality. The ground beneath the figure is slick and reflective, mirroring the neon haze above. The tendrils of the cloak seem to merge with the mist, blurring the line between figure and landscape. In the dim background, the monolithic structure looms like a silent sentinel over a world lost in mystery.
    A high-quality digital artwork in the style of pinkdarkcanvas, a breathtaking anime semi-realism style painting of a mysterious young woman standing amidst a surreal, mist-laden landscape. Her long, nourished, lush, abundant and elegant midnight blue hair cascades over her shoulders and back, her sharp-cut bangs partially veiling her pale, melancholic features. Her deep, dark eyes hold an enigmatic sorrow, reflecting a silent, unshakable resolve. She is clad in an elegant white blouse with voluminous sleeves, cinched beneath a meticulously detailed beige vest that accentuates her refined, medieval-fantasy-inspired aesthetic. A sturdy leather belt wraps around her waist, its subtle embellishments suggesting her role as a warrior or wanderer. The air is filled with drifting black leaves, caught in an unseen breeze, contrasting beautifully against the ethereal, foggy backdrop. The mist swirls around her, diffusing the soft glow of ambient light, casting a delicate interplay of highlights and shadows that enhance her silhouette. The painting exhibits a masterful balance between realism and anime styling, featuring intricate shading, smooth gradients, and a painterly touch that brings out a haunting yet poetic beauty in the composition.
    *Channel_42* *中* *Cabin* *Interior* *Basement* *Dark* *Dantean* *Silent* *Ethereal* *Glowing* *Spirit*
    GLOW,intricate tetradic colors in every details,FLUORESCENT,asian woman, A dense agglomeration of stylized, meticulously crosshatched faces, their expressions vacillating between muted anguish and fervent cries. Rendered in stark monochrome, the image evokes a claustrophobic unease. The uniformity of their pallid visages, contorted in silent pleas or swallowed by the throng, suggests a collective experience of overwhelming despair or societal pressure. The lack of background further amplifies the sense of isolation and emphasizes the raw emotionality of the faces. A chilling commentary on human suffering, the composition is devoid of hope, leaving the viewer to contemplate the source and depth of their collective torment.
    A vast, desolate desert stretches endlessly, where the golden sands shimmer with an almost unnatural glow under a haunting, clouded sky. The landscape is shaped by the relentless winds, which whip up shifting dunes that form and collapse in a mesmerizing yet unsettling rhythm. The sand feels alive, as though it holds secrets buried deep within, pulsating with subtle patterns that seem to trace forgotten paths. A spectral fog clings to the sand, swirling in an eerie dance, while ethereal, vaporous tendrils of mist rise from the ground, curling and dissipating in mid-air. The atmosphere is thick with a supernatural presence, the silence broken only by the soft, mournful sound of wind shifting over the vast expanse. In the center of this arid wasteland stands an ancient ruin, half-buried in sand. Weathered, cracked stone columns jut from the earth like skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization, their surfaces etched with strange symbols and runes that faintly glow, casting ghostly light through the fog. The remnants of once-grand structures are twisted and crumbled, lost to time and the harsh elements, yet they seem to carry an unspoken weight, a dark memory of some long-forgotten ritual or battle. Where the sand has worn away, jagged, metallic fragments, half-rusted and glinting in the dim light, are exposed—suggesting that this was once a place of both ancient magic and advanced technology. At the heart of this eerie, sunless wasteland, a lone figure draped in dark, tattered robes stands still, watching the horizon with vacant, ghostly eyes. The figure’s form is ethereal, almost translucent, blending with the sand yet standing distinct amidst the decay. There is something haunting about her presence; the hollow expression on her face tells of countless ages spent wandering this forsaken world, a prisoner to its secrets. Her long, flowing hair, now tangled and entwined with sand and wind, seems almost to move with a life of its own, caught between the physical world and some intangible realm beyond. Her robes, tattered and torn, are interwoven with strange, glowing threads, like the last remnants of a forgotten power. As the fog swirls around her, the sands seem to shift, and the very ground beneath her feet groans with a low, mournful sound, as if the desert itself is alive. Above, the sky is a dull, sickly color, its vast emptiness stretching without end. The air is thick, oppressive, with no sign of a rising sun, only the faintest glow from an unseen moon casting distorted shadows across the sand. The atmosphere is laden with the scent of decay and dust, every inch of the landscape feeling untouched, frozen in time by an unseen force. Strange, dark shapes move faintly in the distance, barely visible through the swirling fog—silent and haunting, their movements just outside the realm of the known, as if watching, waiting for something. The desert is alive with an uncanny, unsettling energy. The ground pulses faintly, the rhythm of the sands and mist creating a strange, hypnotic melody. The eeriness of the atmosphere heightens as time feels stretched and fragmented, like an endless loop that spirals into the void. This is a place forgotten by all but the wind, where time and memory are fractured and lost, and where the boundary between life and death, reality and the supernatural, is thin and fragile. Captured in a hyper-realistic style, the scene exudes the cold, haunting beauty of an untouched, forgotten world, with intricate textures of sand, stone, and mist. Every detail—from the glowing symbols on the ruined columns to the eerie, distorted shadows cast by the figure—is designed to evoke a deep sense of mystery and unease. The scene’s mood is amplified by the use of the Sand and Eerie atmosphere Loras, with every element infused with a chilling, otherworldly presence that feels both dreamlike and unnervingly real. ral-sand, ral-ertmsphr, aidmaMJ6.1
    Behold a serene yet captivating Minimalist scene that harmoniously blends Impressionism and geometric abstraction, painting a silent narrative of a futuristic urban landscape. Linear shapes dance elegantly across clear lines and gentle curves, reducing forms to their simplest yet expressive silhouettes. Hues of subtle colors bathe the scene in muted vibrancy, reflecting a fusion of calm tranquility and bustling city life. A reductionist approach creates uniformity within the intricate patterns, hinting at hidden depths beneath the simplistic exterior. This image embodies an impression of a cyberpunk metropolis where minimalism reigns supreme over the neon lights, embracing the essence of pure, essential forms in a complex world. ,<lora:flux/fav/ck-charcoal-drawing-000014.safetensors:1.0:1.0>
    In a lavish oil painting showcasing the opulence of 18th-century Russia, an aristocratic woman stands poised against a pristine snowy landscape, her elegance radiating even amidst the cold. She is dressed in luxurious winter clothing, the fabric rich and sumptuous, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that catches the soft winter light. Her faux ushanka hat, lined with plush fur, frames her regal features and accentuates her striking, porcelain skin. A magnificent fox fur muff, plush and voluminous, cradles her delicate hands, which are adorned with sparkling rings of precious gemstones that reflect hues of deep emerald, royal blue, and fiery ruby. Surrounding her, the winter scene bursts with an inviting chill. Fluffy snowflakes dance softly from the slate-gray sky, blanketing the ground in a glittering layer of white. Tall, frosted birch trees line the background, their delicate, silvery branches swaying gently in the crisp breeze. The air is filled with the faint, refreshing scent of pine, mingling with the rich aroma of wood smoke wafting from a distant dacha. As she gazes into the distance, her expression reflects both pride and a hint of wistfulness, a silent acknowledgment of her status and the grandeur of her surroundings. The warm glow of her countless diamond earrings, cascading like twinkling stars, adds a touch of elegance that contrasts beautifully with the icy landscape. The overall mood teeters between the stark beauty of winter and the lush comfort of wealth, encapsulating a moment of serene solitude in a world of magnificence., <lora:Flux_-_Renaissance_art_style:1>
    A mysterious, otherworldly landscape covered in deep thickets of strange flora and fauna. The dense growth creates an almost claustrophobic atmosphere, with the thick vegetation pressing in from all sides. The flora sways in the still air as if alive, their rustling adding to the mysterious energy that permeates the landscape. Hidden within the undergrowth, elusive creatures move silently, barely visible through the foliage, their presence felt more than seen. Every inch of the environment is filled with the unknown, making the deep thickets both a refuge and a haunting, enigmatic presence. <lora:alien_landscape_flux:0.75> alienlanscapelora <lora:semifluid_pigments:1>
    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
    Amid a desolate and mist-shrouded landscape, a towering gothic cathedral rises in the distance, its spires piercing the sky like the teeth of some ancient beast. The structure looms with intricate, crumbling arches and sharp-edged buttresses, exuding an air of foreboding and decay. At the forefront, a lone figure stands cloaked in a flowing robe of deep, blood-red fabric. The cloak billows unnaturally, as though stirred by an unseen force, its vivid hue cutting sharply through the ashen tones of the surrounding world. The figure’s presence is commanding, enigmatic, as if they wield an ancient and terrible power. Their posture is poised, one hand slightly extended, as though conducting the very essence of the air around them. Surrounding this spectral leader are five skeletal wraiths, their hollow eyes glowing faintly, shrouded in tattered black garments that whisper against the damp ground. Their faces, or what remains of them, seem locked in eternal torment, silently bound to the figure’s will. The air is thick with smoke and mist, veiling the path ahead, which is broken and littered with jagged stones. A sense of dread lingers in the stillness, broken only by the soft, haunting wails carried on the wind. The crimson of the cloak bleeds into the surrounding fog, staining the ground as though it carries the memory of countless lives lost. It is a scene of death, power, and inevitability—a tale of dark rituals and the rise of an ancient, unstoppable force.
    A poetic evocation of a Roman knight who strides forth as a relic of both valor and myth. His gilded armor, adorned with laureate motifs and the fading etchings of ancient oaths, seems to carry the weight of forgotten empires. Draped over his shoulders is a deep crimson mantle, frayed yet regal, cascading down as if stained by the twilight of his battles. His visage is concealed behind a silver chrome skull mask, crafted not merely as protection but as a memento mori, a silent dialogue between man and eternity. The mask gleams with an otherworldly luminescence, fracturing the light of a surreal sky dyed in crimson and violet gradients, as though the heavens themselves are at war. The amethyst moon, swollen and fractured, casts spectral shadows across the iridescent battlefield, where crystalline debris glimmers like frozen echoes of chaos. The chrome mask, so luminous it seems alive, refracts light into shifting hues, each glint a fleeting hymn to the transient nature of power and glory. Beneath the knight’s towering form, the earth trembles, mirroring the dichotomy of strength and decay, as if nature conspires to reflect his essence—unbroken yet ephemeral.
    A vast desert landscape where the sand dunes are made of shimmering glass, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors from a surreal sky that shifts between shades of deep indigo and vibrant orange. In the center of the scene stands an enormous, spiraling tower constructed from fragments of ancient, weathered books and floating pages, with words and symbols that glow faintly as they drift in the air. Surrounding the tower, massive, transparent gears slowly turn in the air, seemingly controlling the flow of time itself. In the distance, ethereal, ghost-like figures with elongated, flowing forms glide silently across the dunes, leaving trails of light that weave together in intricate patterns. The overall mood is one of mystery and contemplation, with a hint of otherworldly serenity.
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    DnD_Grainyboyz,grainy, noise, Dark cyberpunk artwork of THE PROGENITOR OF LUST, Extremely hyper realistic detailed, A spectral Wraith, shrouded in tattered, translucent garments, its hollow eyes glowing faintly. It hovers silently in a ruined cathedral, its ghostly form passing through solid objects. The eerie light from stained glass windows casts long shadows, creating a haunting and surreal atmosphere., in the style of hauntingly atmospheric dark fantasy, VHS, horror, 80's horror
    A forgotten relic of a bygone era rests beneath the ocean’s embrace—a rusted vintage car, its once-glorious chrome dulled by time, now a silent monument to the past. Sunlight filters through the crystalline waters, casting golden beams across the coral-covered wreck. Vibrant fish weave through the open windows, their iridescent scales flickering like memories lost in the tides. The seabed blooms with coral in hues of violet, amber, and deep cerulean, a living contrast to the car’s decayed metal. There is no sorrow here—only quiet nostalgia, as if the ocean itself remembers the roads this car once traveled. The scene is warm, yet distant. A beautiful solitude, frozen in time. Anime art, VibrantlySharp style, citybkg, undrwtr, underwater
    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>
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A forgotten relic of a bygone era rests beneath the ocean’s embrace—a rusted vintage car, its once-glorious chrome dulled by time, now a silent monument to the past. Sunlight filters through the crystalline waters, casting golden beams across the coral-covered wreck. Vibrant fish weave through the open windows, their iridescent scales flickering like memories lost in the tides. The seabed blooms with coral in hues of violet, amber, and deep cerulean, a living contrast to the car’s decayed metal. There is no sorrow here—only quiet nostalgia, as if the ocean itself remembers the roads this car once traveled. The scene is warm, yet distant. A beautiful solitude, frozen in time. Anime art, VibrantlySharp style, citybkg, undrwtr, underwater
    yellow hue, bloom, bokeh, god-rays. perfect feet. In the blistering heat of Tatooine’s desert, the battle intensifies. The sand, swirling in the harsh winds, feels like tiny needles against the skin as the Jedi Knight faces off against a group of stormtroopers, their white armor stark against the desolate landscape. The massive, rusting harvester machines loom in the distance, silent witnesses to the chaos unfolding. The Jedi, a striking young woman with pale, gothic skin, stands at the heart of the battlefield, her bare feet sinking into the gritty sand. Her long, dark hair sways with the wind as she grips her glowing blue lightsaber tightly. Her lips are painted red, her eyes framed with dramatic black makeup, revealing both the intensity of the moment and her calm determination. The sunlight casts an intense yellow hue across the scene, but the air around her is thick with tension. The stormtroopers, their laser rifles raised, take cover behind the wreckage of old machines, using the broken walls and twisted metal as shields from her fierce, deflecting saber. Their shots are precise, red laser beams flashing through the air as they open fire, their movements calculated. The blasts light up the dusty air, cutting through the sand in quick, deadly bursts. The Jedi Knight is undeterred. With each volley, she moves gracefully, her body fluid and light on her bare feet, her robe flowing behind her. She stands poised in the middle of the chaos, her lightsaber a blue streak of light, deflecting the incoming blaster bolts with expert precision. The air crackles as each laser shot strikes her saber, harmlessly dissipating into a burst of energy. The sound of the lasers colliding with her blade echoes through the desert, a staccato of battle, while sand particles swirl in the aftermath of each blocked shot. The stormtroopers in cover continue their onslaught, but they’re finding it increasingly difficult to land a hit. She moves like the wind, a blur of motion as she ducks and spins, using the terrain to her advantage. Her eyes stay locked on the stormtroopers, her focus absolute. With every deflected bolt, her feet slide across the sand, but she remains grounded, her connection to the force keeping her steady. Despite being outnumbered and surrounded, the Jedi remains calm and controlled. Her lightsaber hums, glowing brighter with each swing, as she takes advantage of their distractions. Then, in a sudden fluid motion, she leaps forward, dashing across the uneven sand with a burst of speed, her feet barely touching the ground. The stormtroopers fire furiously, but she moves too quickly. Her glowing blade deflects shots with precise movements, sending energy bolts ricocheting in all directions. As she closes the distance between herself and the stormtroopers, they scramble for better cover, but it’s too late. The Jedi’s strikes are swift and decisive, cutting through their defenses one by one. The sand around her shifts with each movement, particles rising like small clouds in the wake of her battle. Amidst the chaos, the air is filled with the hum of her saber and the crack of blaster fire. She is the calm at the center of the storm, her determination and skill shining brighter than the desert sun above. Each step she takes in the desert’s harsh landscape only reaffirms her connection to the force, and she continues her relentless fight against the stormtroopers. perfect feet, aidmafluxpro1.1 <lora:aidmaFluxPro1.1Stylev0.2:0.5>​​​
    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.
    Extreme head closeup, cloudy, bright, high contrast, overlooking a snow-covered cityscape of towering skyscrapers and decaying buildings in a vast cyberpunk metropolis by night. The scene is shadowy and cool, with the specialist standing on the edge, Pees from the roof while standing, cloaked in a black military functional suit and a semi-transparent camo cloak. His cloak shimmers, reflecting faint, disappearing cyberpunk tiles like a glowing membrane. Emphasize the dark, dystopian atmosphere as his features are barely visible in the ambient neon glow. The chaotic sprawl of the towering structures contrasts with the sharp, meticulous details of the specialist, as he silently observes the city below. The cloak billows slightly in the wind, catching the dim light from the decaying metropolis. A chilling, post-apocalyptic mood fills the scene, filled with tension and mystery.
    (masterpiece:1.2), In a dimly lit chamber, shadows dance upon the stone walls as candles flicker in a rhythmic cadence. At the center stands a towering statue of Baphomet, its goat-headed visage and outstretched arms commanding reverence. Kneeling before it is a young woman, her form draped in flowing, dark robes that cascade to the cold floor. Her eyes are closed, lips moving silently as she chants an ancient incantation. Intricate symbols, drawn in crimson ink, adorn her exposed skin, weaving patterns of mystic significance. The atmosphere is thick with incense, the air heavy with the weight of the ritual. As her voice rises, the room seems to pulsate, each heartbeat synchronized with the very essence of the enigmatic deity she invokes. elaborate detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (art by Junji Ito:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
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    Upon the frozen canvas of winter's breath, A tale unfolds, as old as death itself. Of roses, once so full of life and grace, Now mere whispers in the frosty face. These blooms of beauty, in their time so fair, Doth hold within them both life and despair. Their thorns they bear, a symbol of the strife, That is the dance between this fleeting life. Yet even in their prime, they hold a secret, A truth concealed beneath their velvet. For hidden deep within their tender core, Lies blood, the symbol of life's fleeting score. This crimson sap, it flows like veins of earth, A testament to life's most primal birth. It nourishes the roots, it gives them strength, Yet also marks the end, the final length. For when the rose doth wither, turn to dust, Its blood remains, forever it must trust. In frozen earth, it waits for spring's rebirth, To paint the world anew with gentle mirth. Thus, in the frost, the rose finds solace, A paradox of life and death's cold grace. Its beauty frozen, yet alive beneath, A silent hymn to life's ephemeral breath. aidmaMJ6.1
    aidmaMJ6.1, aidmaimageupgrader, A breathtaking scene showcasing a serene fjord surrounded by towering, snow-capped cliffs under a twilight sky. At the far end of the fjord, a majestic mammoth couple stands close together, their silhouettes reflected in the still, mirror-like water. Above them, an enormous, otherworldly alien ship hovers silently, its surface glowing with intricate patterns of blue and green lights. The juxtaposition of ancient creatures and advanced alien technology creates a striking and mysterious atmosphere.
    A stealthy ninja woman poised on the edge of a high rooftop, overlooking a serene, starlit night. She is dressed in traditional black garb, her eyes gleaming with determination as they reflect the soft glow of the distant city lights. The sky above is a canvas of deep blues and purples, dotted with countless stars, creating a tranquil contrast to the silent, urban sprawl beneath her. The rooftop itself is a mosaic of varied textures—tile, metal, and aged shingles—that blend into the shadows, almost disappearing beneath her silent footsteps. The cityscape below is bathed in a gentle luminescence from the moon and sparse streetlights, casting elongated shadows that stretch across the quiet streets. Skyscrapers stand tall, their windows darkened, as if sleeping giants, while the occasional light from a passing car or a solitary streetlamp pierces the calm. The woman's sharp silhouette is a stark reminder of the unseen watchfulness that protects the city's secrets. Her grip tightens on her katana, the blade catching the faint light and gleaming with anticipation. Despite the peaceful scene, an underlying tension fills the air, hinting at the covert mission that awaits her in the night's embrace. The quietude of the city is a deceptive veil for the unseen dance of shadows she is about to perform.
    Hyperrealistic apple hanging from a twisted branch in a dark, cursed orchard, its surface unnaturally smooth and glistening with a venomous sheen. The apple’s skin is a deep, blood-red with subtle green undertones, creating an ominous contrast. A faintly human face, distorted in silent agony, is visible just beneath the surface, as if trying to break free from within. The eyes, barely open slits, appear bloodshot and desperate, while the mouth, stretched into a tortured grimace, seems to gasp for air. The apple’s stem curls like a withered claw, and the surrounding leaves are shriveled and blackened. The lighting is dim, with a faint, eerie glow coming from the apple itself, casting unsettling shadows across the surrounding branches.
    A cyborg robot stands alongside a frail elderly woman on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, both gazing out at a sprawling metropolis teeming with futuristic landscapes and technological advancements. The cityscape is set against a vibrant purple sky with hues of orange and pink, where the sun's descent casts long shadows across the urban jungle, creating a dynamic interplay of light and darkness. Neon lights and holographic advertisements illuminate the towering structures, casting a mesmerizing glow on the darkening landscape, as if beckoning the viewer to explore the wonders within. The robot, a fusion of human-like features and metallic limbs, has a slender figure draped in a flowing black trench coat with intricate circuitry patterns embroidered along its hem. Its face is obscured by a sleek silver mask that reflects the surrounding cityscape like a mirror, giving the impression of an enigmatic presence that seems to embody both technological advancement and mystery. In stark contrast, the elderly woman stands beside the robot, her frail body swathed in a worn-out yet elegant lavender gown, exuding a sense of nostalgia and longing. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, though clouded with age, shine with an unyielding spark of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking view. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light that seems to emanate from within, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of introspection and contemplation. The air is alive with the hum of hovercars and drones zipping through the skies, their soft whirring a soothing serenade to the pair's contemplative silence. As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the city, the robot turns to the elderly woman, its mask glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. For a moment, they share a silent understanding that transcends words, their bond forged in the shared experience of witnessing a world on the cusp of transformation. The composition is a symphony of contrasts – human and machine, old and new, light and darkness – yet somehow harmonizes into a cohesive whole. The perspective is one of wonder and awe, as if gazing upon a world that holds infinite possibilities, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the imagination knows no bounds.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    Extreme head closeup, cloudy, bright, high contrast, overlooking a snow-covered cityscape of towering skyscrapers and decaying buildings in a vast cyberpunk metropolis by night. The scene is shadowy and cool, with the specialist standing on the edge: a woman Hooded fishtank-head armored robot, text"doom", translucent dark-purple Glass Tank with a floating Galaxy inside, cloaked in a black military functional suit and a semi-transparent camo cloak. His cloak shimmers, reflecting faint, disappearing cyberpunk tiles like a glowing membrane. Emphasize the dark, dystopian atmosphere as his features are barely visible in the ambient neon glow. The chaotic sprawl of the towering structures contrasts with the sharp, meticulous details of the specialist, as he silently observes the city below. The cloak billows slightly in the wind, catching the dim light from the decaying metropolis. A chilling, post-apocalyptic mood fills the scene, filled with tension and mystery. The scene is bathed in dim, atmospheric light, with washed-out neon hues of pink, green, and blue creating a surreal and moody aesthetic.
    a haunting, eerie figure lurking in the shadowy corner of what seems to be an abandoned, dimly lit room. The figure is humanoid but emaciated and ghostly in appearance, with gaunt, skeletal features and hollow, dark eye sockets. Its face is expressionless, but the lack of detail and the pale, ashen skin give it an unsettling, spectral presence. The room itself is old and decrepit, with cracked, moldy walls and a small, round window that allows a faint beam of light to filter in. This light partially illuminates the figure but also casts deep shadows, leaving much of the creature obscured in darkness. The ceiling appears low, adding to the sense of claustrophobia and unease, and the overall atmosphere feels oppressive and abandoned. The figure seems to be either hovering or leaning against the wall, its body almost blending with the darkness. The contrast between the dim light from the window and the pitch-black shadows creates a strong sense of tension and dread, as if the figure is watching silently, waiting for something unknown. The mood of the image is deeply unsettling, evoking feelings of fear, isolation, and the presence of something malevolent lurking just out of view.
    A decaying necropolis under a sickly green moon. Statues of long-forgotten kings loom, their hollow eyes vacant. Rusted chains dangle from shattered mausoleums, revealing hidden catacombs. Faded sigils pulse faintly in the eerie fog. A spectral lich floats above the cracked earth. His tattered robes flow around a skeletal form of boundless malice. Cold, soulless eyes peer into the void. Jagged teeth gnash silently. Thin fingers, tipped with brittle claws, clutch a staff made from twisted bone. His shadowy aura distorts reality. Ominous chants fill the air. Withered vines coil around shattered crypts.
    A busy city street where a mime is performing with a sign that reads "Silent for Buzz!" surrounded by amused pedestrians, high-resolution and lively. RAW photo

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