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    In a grand wizard’s library, a frustrated sorcerer leans over a massive spellbook, his hands gripping his temples in exasperation. Floating around him are the unfortunate results of a miscast spell—a chicken with glowing runes on its feathers, a frog with dragon wings, and a very angry cat now covered in tiny floating question marks. The air is thick with the smell of burnt parchment, and a few stray sparks flicker around the wizard’s head like frustrated punctuation marks. Behind him, towering bookshelves stretch into infinity, but every single book on the nearest shelf appears to be the exact same one, as if the library itself is mocking him. A sentient quill hovers beside the spellbook, crossing out and rewriting words with increasing aggression. The wizard’s hat, once tall and dignified, now droops in defeat, a clear reflection of his mood. A tiny imp sitting on his desk gives an unhelpful thumbs-up, clearly enjoying the chaos. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    ne0nfant4sy, A human rebel, his face smeared with dirt and oil, races down a narrow maintenance corridor aboard a massive space station, clutching a stolen laser pistol. His skin is a rich tan, sweat glistening on his forehead as his messy, shoulder-length black hair whips around with every rapid movement. His mismatched armor, a hodgepodge of stolen pieces, barely fits his lanky frame, and sparks fly as his boots slam against the metal floor. His brown eyes dart around in panic, reflecting the flashing red emergency lights that signal his pursuers. The narrow walls of the space station are lined with flickering control panels, cables hanging loose from hurried repairs, and vents hissing steam into the already chaotic environment. Behind him, robotic sentinels close in, their cold, metallic limbs clanking loudly as they chase him down. His expression is a mix of fear and defiance, adrenaline fueling his every move as he prepares to make a last stand. The air is thick with the smell of burnt circuits and ozone, and the station trembles under the distant sound of explosions.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>

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