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    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.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A middle-aged male necromancer with slick, greasy black hair and pale, ashen skin stands atop a jagged mountain of bones in a desolate, moonlit wasteland. His race is a Gaunt-kin, a race known for their emaciated, skeletal frames. He wears a suit made entirely of stitched-together shadows, which ripple and shift around him as if alive. His hollow, sunken eyes gleam with a sickly green light as he raises a staff made of twisted, blackened wood, summoning the spirits of the dead from the mountain below. The sky above is a swirling mass of dark clouds, illuminated only by occasional flashes of eerie, green lightning. As he chants in a forgotten tongue, the bones at his feet begin to rattle and rise, forming grotesque, skeletal warriors ready to do his bidding. His sinister laughter echoes across the barren landscape, sending chills through the very air as his dark army awakens.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    Hyper-realistic portrayal of a weathered homeless man hunched on a gritty urban street corner, his threadbare layers contrasting sharply with gleaming skyscrapers looming above. Harsh shadows accentuate deep wrinkles and sunken eyes, reflecting societal indifference. Photographic detail captures every texture and emotion. holding a cardboard sign saying "Need Money For GPU To Run FLUX! Every Bit Helps"

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