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    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Professional illustration of a cute british girl. She has yellow eyes. She is wearing a pretty school uniform with a school jacket. She is standing on two legs and holding a gun and aim at the camera. The text speech said "you pick on the wrong british". She has a long redhead hair tied up by ponytail. pastel anime, outdoors, garden background, solo, heterochromia, cute shoes,
    "Be nice honey, and bring me a beer." The overweight man in his stained fine rib vest said.
    « There are far parts of the world to be seen. The city Jehaz is said to be stunning. »
    In the space station, near an interstellar vessel, Full body of An handsome Astronaut wearing ripped astronaut outfit with oxygen cylinder behind his back, messy hair blown back by the wind, he kneeling on the ground, his face facing to the ground, submitting to the duck in front of him, his wrist bounded by rope, BREAK, full body of a white duck with golden beak and claws wearing painter beret hat and diamond expert glasses, standing with arrogant expression in front of the Astronaut, its cute little red tongue sticking out, when it opens its beak while raising the leather whip high up, a thought bubble above the duck's head which said "Feel My Furry!! kwek, kwek, kwek..." BREAK movie poster parody, masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed, ultra realistic, 8k, RAW photo, perfect composition, perfect colors, colorful, clear photo, surreal, incredible lifelike, highest resolution, uncanny realism, immaculate micro-details, professional photography, analog photo, shot on Canon EOS 5D VI, Fujicolor Pro, radiant god rays, dreamy haze, Photographers collaboration by Oleg Oprisco and Tim Walker, view from distance, view from distant, dynamic angles, BREAK (for the movie title on below, the text says "Human No Longer Alpha":1.6), (ensure the text perfectly correct and accurately written:1.3), mvpstrCE style, aidmatextimprover,
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Professional illustration of a cute teenage british girl. She has yellow eyes. She is wearing a pretty school uniform with a school jacket. She is standing on two legs and holding a ak47. The sigh stand said "you picked on the wrong british". She has a long redhead hair tied up by ponytail. pastel anime, outdoors, garden background, solo, heterochromia, cute shoes,
    Professional illustration of a cute teenage british girl. She has yellow eyes. She is wearing a pretty school uniform with a school jacket. She is standing on two legs and carrying a rifle. The sigh stand said "you picked on the wrong british". She has a long redhead hair tied up by ponytail. pastel anime, outdoors, garden background, solo, heterochromia, cute shoes,
    red and white and blue and grey, I made my home in a ten-ton bomb And I was so happy with 28 years of free falling She was born in a tenement walk-up With hair for nerves you know she never learned to talk to adults She said Everything's easier in here Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too But the best we could do is to enter the void Like a wide-eyed girl waking up to the noise of East Harlem Don’t they see that we’re starving Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too And we stole the car on the 4th of July I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night I’ve come to look for America too, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    High end auction showcasing a futuristic robotic goat, constructed with silver and gold details and translucent futuristic details. The robot is said to cost millions. It reflects beautifully in the light with its glossy finish. Close up detail shot, professional lighting, blue cybernetic eyes,
    on the top half of image floating english text "you said memes will get me to homepage!" written with big white letters ,on the top half of image two women ,on the top half of image first woman is blonde and crying and angrily pointing index finger at viewer ,on the top half of image second woman is expressionless brunete hugging first woman from behind , on the bottom half of image is a white grumpy cat with open mouth sitting behind restaurant table with a food plate on it, cat's ears are down, cat is irritated , on the bottom half of image floating english text "only the good ones" written with big white letters
    First cozy appearance robot have an argument discussion at campfire that campfire log fuel look a like of computer GPU., Second high-tech appearance robot said (glowing light-orange text with white bubble background)"On my way~"., Third monitoring boss appearance robot hugged graphics card GPU) and then said (glowing light-orange text with white bubble background)"Maintenance on fire!"., Robots siting in front of camp fire inside wild forest near river in old school style poster, modern cartoon network style . sbfte
    photo of young beautiful woman in in blouse holding a sign said "Give me your buzz" woman putting her finger shhh on her lips suggest quiet, at basketball court
    full body length shot,beggar graphite Manganite sparas, wants eat,survival in criminal city of future,cinematic,soft colors, Technicolor,natural skin textures, hyper realism, hyper detailed,Extremely detailed,High contrast,Masterpiece,Realistic,Ultra Detailed, intricate details,realistic humid leather,extremly intricate,Epic Realistic, cinematic style,irina yermolova,high contrast,hdr,extremely detailed, [deep night landscape],masterpiece,intricate details,faded,eyes extremely detailed, high detailed eyes,16k resolution,RAW,retina, nikon z9,china,Songbird,orc,Li River in Guangxi Zhuang of china,tkt-style, Pisces, pointed ears，perfect, elf，transition between two art styles, Ink painting to photorealism, Double contact, X-ray, Creative, vivid light, masterpiece, fantasy, Abstract, Surrealism, super detailed, high resolution, stop:35;wendigoбIn a Tim Burton-inspired dreamscape, Makoto Shinkai,James Gillard **Wood Spirit (Kodama)**: The spirits that dwell in the trees、Cutting down trees is said to bring anger.。
    <lora:aidmaGLOWV4wc:1> <lora:Aura_Flux:1>,(((extremely cool text that says "My wife's boyfriend said it's my turn to play on the XBOX" at the top and bottom of the screen))), flaming skeleton, angry, edgy, airbrushed style, wearing leather jacket, cowboy hat
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    flower with crystal bee with ancient, gem-encrusted shells, said to hold the wisdom of the earth within their sparkling carapaces.
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    a rusty mech the size of an average human sitting on a city sidewalk, ((the mech holding a sign that said need Money for a new GPU)), the mech heavily damaged and missing one of its arms, and the mech paint is weathered. full-body shot .fluxmecha, aidmaHyperrealism, mythp0rt
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    She had a look of fear as the horse drew near, the knight said "dear will you hold my beer", and the joust began, where he met his end
    A Robot/Human hybrid performing Maintenance on a Server farm, a series of green buttons can be seen on the servers. a panicked look on his robotic features, a bubble above his head reads, No panic! I can fix this. Push the green button they said! THEY'RE ALL GREEN!!!, A red sign on the wall reads, MAINTENANCE IN PROGRESS.
    Kamala Harris standing next to a big pile of coconuts, coconut trees in the background, there a small white sign to the bottom left that said "pokemon go through the poll". She's wearing a light slime green business suit with black tie, white inner shirt, very big super happy smile, one hand on hip, slightly leaning down
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Draw a black dragon with ruby eyes perched in a black rock cave that has magma around it, chain the dragon with chains that reflect the elements of water, wind, fire, life and electricity, Make the dragon that has a European structure can use its wings as legs and with spikes from which it can shoot said elements, Don't forget to give the impression that the dragon is full of energy and shines between its scales.
    Oky Doki, said the girl to the huge dog, petting it on the head.
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    ((ne0nfant4sy, mythp0rt)), A hyper-realistic image, Seen from above, seen from front, Perfect smooth illustration, ultra detailed, hyper realistic. 4K 8K 16K 32K. «« The first girl said: "This year everyone is wearing a clever felt 'mask' and taupe is the only suitable colour. A single green eye-cusp suffices for modesty, and a caste-sign of glazed faience is considered somewhat dashing. » nt4sy, midjourney_whisper_avant_couture
    A man stood in front of a convenience store looking suspicious. He wore a T-shirt with "SDXL" printed on it. Above the entrance was a large sign that said "SD3 or FLUX." The products in the store represent the SDXL and SD.15 models.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    red and white and blue and grey, Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs Wagner pies And walked off to look for America, Kathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America, Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field, Kathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    In the realm of Aethel, where celestial bodies danced in a vibrant symphony of colors, magic wasn't a whisper, it was a tangible force, woven into the very fabric of existence. Lush forests, teeming with flora that glowed with an internal luminescence, stretched as far as the eye could see, their emerald leaves whispering secrets to the wind. The sky, a canvas painted with hues of lavender and gold, was traversed by luminous creatures with wings of spun moonlight. Their songs, melodies that resonated with the ancient magic of the land, echoed through the valleys, guiding lost travelers and soothing weary souls. At the heart of Aethel lay the Crystal Lake, its waters reflecting the celestial dance above, shimmering with every shade imaginable. It was said that the lake held the memories of the world, whispered secrets of forgotten civilizations, and the echoes of forgotten heroes. The inhabitants of Aethel, a diverse array of beings, lived in harmony with the magic that surrounded them. The Sylvans, graceful beings with leafy hair and eyes that held the wisdom of the forest, lived in treetop villages, their homes swaying gently in the breeze. The Lunarlings, with skin that shimmered like moonlight and eyes that held the secrets of the night sky, lived in caverns adorned with glowing crystals, their voices whispering ancient prophecies.
    « There are far parts of the world to be seen. The city Jehaz is said to be splendid. »
    Doctors played your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling ”Yahtzee!” I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic Something called "The Politics of Lonely" A toothbrush and a Quick Pick with the plus You tried not to roll your sunken eyes And said ”Hey can you help me? I can't reach it” Pointed at the camera in the ceiling I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling Before the nurses came, took you away I stood there on a chair and watched you pray
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    In the realm of Aethel, where celestial bodies danced in a vibrant symphony of colors, magic wasn't a whisper, it was a tangible force, woven into the very fabric of existence. Lush forests, teeming with flora that glowed with an internal luminescence, stretched as far as the eye could see, their emerald leaves whispering secrets to the wind. The sky, a canvas painted with hues of lavender and gold, was traversed by luminous creatures with wings of spun moonlight. Their songs, melodies that resonated with the ancient magic of the land, echoed through the valleys, guiding lost travelers and soothing weary souls. At the heart of Aethel lay the Crystal Lake, its waters reflecting the celestial dance above, shimmering with every shade imaginable. It was said that the lake held the memories of the world, whispered secrets of forgotten civilizations, and the echoes of forgotten heroes. The inhabitants of Aethel, a diverse array of beings, lived in harmony with the magic that surrounded them. The Sylvans, graceful beings with leafy hair and eyes that held the wisdom of the forest, lived in treetop villages, their homes swaying gently in the breeze. The Lunarlings, with skin that shimmered like moonlight and eyes that held the secrets of the night sky, lived in caverns adorned with glowing crystals, their voices whispering ancient prophecies.
    *Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting* *aidmasoftglow* Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame Governments who would slur his name Lusts and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said, "Any kind of love is all right" Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you, and an awful lot like me! But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin? Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my, oh my, don't it make you want to cry, oh *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    A hyperrealistic, dystopian landscape where the sun has long since vanished, leaving the world in eternal darkness, illuminated only by the dying embers of civilization. Towering megastructures of molten metal, glowing faintly with dim, fading light, stand against a blackened sky filled with swirling ash and ember storms. The ground is a vast expanse of cracked obsidian, its surface marred by the remnants of forgotten cities, where shattered skyscrapers loom like the skeletal remains of a lost age. Rivers of slowly cooling magma snake through the ruins, casting flickering shadows against the monolithic wreckage of human progress. In this world of endless night, only artificial fire remains as a beacon of survival. The last remnants of humanity gather in cities built atop the remains of supervolcanoes, where geothermal reactors churn out faint heat, and molten towers pulse like dying stars. These last strongholds are ruled by embersmiths, enigmatic figures who wield the last remnants of fire like a sacred force, forging weapons and power sources from the heat trapped within the earth’s core. Above, the sky is a void—a blackened abyss filled with drifting remnants of stars, as if the very universe itself is crumbling. Strange, bioluminescent entities, floating leviathans of darkness, glide silently through the sky, feeding on the last flickers of dying light. Their forms shift, eclipsing entire cityscapes as they move, their hollow eyes watching over a world that has long forgotten the meaning of the sun. The people of this world are cloaked in tattered, heat-resistant garments, their bodies illuminated only by the dim glow of flickering fire lanterns strapped to their belts. Some wear masks of blackened steel, their eyes hidden behind reflective visors that glow faintly with salvaged energy. In their hands, they carry weapons forged from scavenged alloys, blades heated by ember cores, or firearms that launch molten projectiles, designed to keep the darkness at bay. Deep within the ruins of the once-great cities, cults of the Lightless gather, worshiping the eternal void, believing that to embrace the darkness is to become one with the new world. Their skin is painted in ash, their symbols drawn in soot, and their leaders whisper prophecies of a coming age where even fire itself will be extinguished. Yet among them, a lone traveler walks the ruined world—a figure wrapped in heat-scavenged armor, their silhouette outlined by the faint glow of embers embedded in their gauntlets. A warrior of the flame, carrying the last ever-burning torch, a relic said to hold the final spark of the lost sun. As they move through the broken remains of a world that no longer knows the meaning of daylight, their mission is simple: to reignite the sky, or to let the world finally fall into absolute darkness. <lora:aidmaHyperrealism-FLUX-v0.3:0.6> <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.4>
    Fresh cobblestone flowers in Said Big Dipper Vintage Mythical creature sanctuary, Authentic houses with Ruler boxes, lanterns casting Glistening Musical Instrument, early morning mist
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
    "Be nice honey, and bring me a beer." The overweight man in his stained fine rib vest said.
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    Artfntng, "M i n d f l a y e r" Mindflayers come from the Dark of the Underworld, far from the light of the sun. Their tentacled heads contain evil genius unmatched in any other of the world's races. Said to feed on the brains of the fallen, mindflayers are also reputed to gain psionic power by feeding thus. Mindflayers are highly magical, and can cast magics unknown to any other mortal. They are of average height, but have purplish skin and over-large eyes. Where most races have their mouths, mindflayers have a nest of foot-long tentacles, which they use to eat. Their voices are guttural, and they have a hard time pronouncing certain words. Nether Mage guild members are taught to combine all the elements which they have mastered into magical energy called nether. Nether Mage's studies center on the turning their body into pure nether energy and, in doing so, their body becomes a receptacle for the elementalist's power. All the Nether Mage's spells draw their power not from the elements around their body, but from the nether energy stored inside.
    *Channel_42* bo-exposure Right there on the pond It's a game they all choose Feathers fly high Playin' duck Duck Duck Goose Quackin' and honkin' They've formed a great crew But hold up now There's a twist in this view! (oo-yeah!) All the ducks circle 'round It's a merry ol' loop But the goose looks shifty Like it's hidin' the scoop Quackin' and flappin' What’s it tryin’ to do? Could it be...could it be A fowl play in the troupe? In the water they splash But things ain't right The goose is actin' sneaky In the dead of night Ducks be squawkin' Feelin’ trite Who’s in the pond for a real good fight? (alright!) One duck said "Hey I got somethin' to say!" “Our feathered friend ain't here to play Caught it on the move Tryin' to get away Spread the word Let's save the day!" (hooray!) *WARNING WARNING* On the loose! Emergency meetin’ Our goose is no muse Feathers ruffle Oh It's a wild caboose Call it out now We got an imposter goose! (whoo!)
    *Flow in the Name of Love* *Channel_42* *中* *snoo* *Artificially_Atypically_Autistically* *Shattered* *Splattered* *Random* *Paint* *Multicolor* *Colorful* Touched You said that I am, too So much of what you say is true I'll never find someone quite like you Again I'll never find someone quite like you The razors and the dying roses Plead I don't leave you alone The demi-gods and hungry ghosts God, God knows I'm not at home I'll never find someone quite like you again I'll never find someone quite like you again I, I looked into your eyes and saw A world that does not exist I looked into your eyes and saw A world I wish I was in I'll never find someone quite as touched as you I'll never love someone quite the way that I loved you *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    High end auction showcasing a futuristic robotic fembot, constructed with silver and gold details and translucent futuristic details. The robot is said to cost millions. She is programmed to please and seduce. Her glossy finish reflects beautifully in the light. Close up detail shot, professional lighting, blue cybernetic eyes,
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    A single, crazy blue and black fighter in the sky. It overwhelms the viewer with its artistic flying skills while trailing a meteor tail. Ace pilot of the Republic who was unrivalled in the 1940s. His second name is: The Magician of the Blue Wings, a genius aviator, one of a kind in 100 years. The warriors who challenged him, were destroyed by him, were overrun by him and scattered became many stars. The Milky Way is said to be the graveyard of such aerialists. ‘As we drive our dreams, we fly across the sky and weave our dreams for tomorrow's night.’ He told me with few words. 'The fighter who wants peace more than anyone else, who gives up everything, who flies faster than anyone else. Like a song spinning in the night sky, it pioneers the starry skies, scattering fantastic sparkles.
    a beautiful korean girls 22years old, crying in front of his computer, the large computer displays a message that I said: "out of buzz for flux" next to a non light sign in walls
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    High end auction showcasing a futuristic robotic turtle, constructed with silver and gold details and translucent futuristic details. The robot is said to cost millions. It reflects beautifully in the light with its glossy finish. Close up detail shot, professional lighting, blue cybernetic eyes,
    A fun t-shirt graphic with the phrase 'Exercise? I thought you said extra fries.' The text is done in a bold, chunky font, with the word 'fries' highlighted in a different color or pattern to make it stand out. The design includes a small, cartoon illustration of a box of fries and fat cartoon cat next to the text, adding a playful touch. The colors are bright and cheerful, making this shirt perfect for anyone who enjoys a good laugh and isn't afraid to show off their love for fast food."
    Amethyst Golem, minecraft shape, upper body composed entirely of amethyst, spikes of said gem are protruding from its back, legs are crafted from tuff, no mouth
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    Screen grab from a 1940s dark fantasy movie, wizard of oz style color, occult, A lone adventurer ascends the jagged cliffs of Bastelfelsen, their papier-mâché armor patched and reinforced with glowing glue, carrying a crooked staff adorned with hanging scraps of painted fabric, their determined gaze fixed on the mountaintop where the Paper Wraith’s power is said to reside
    A text reads above "i said Buzz up... not buzz cut" says guy getting a haircut, he recieves a buzz cut, he has an an angry face, barber has surprised face
    Professional illustration of a cute teenage british girl. She has yellow eyes. She is wearing a pretty school uniform with a school jacket. She is standing on two legs and holding a shotgun and aim at the viewer. The sigh stand said "you picked on the wrong british". She has a long redhead hair tied up by ponytail. pastel anime, outdoors, garden background, solo, heterochromia, cute shoes,
    The Omenwing Wraith is a spectral creature that appears as a harbinger of doom. Its body is tall and slender, with long, flowing robes of shadow that billow out behind it like wings. The Wraith’s face is obscured by a dark hood, with only two glowing, white eyes visible beneath. Its hands are skeletal, with long, bony fingers that end in sharp, claw-like nails. The creature moves silently, gliding through the air with an eerie grace, and it leaves behind a trail of darkness that seems to sap the light from the world around it. The Omenwing Wraith is said to appear before great calamities, its presence a sign that something terrible is about to happen.
    A lone, awe-inspiring figure streaks across the sky, her cape shimmering in shades of blue and red. Supergirl overwhelms the heavens with her graceful yet formidable flight, trailing a glowing meteor-like tail of power. Known as the Guardian of the Skies, she was unmatched in her abilities, a heroine born once in a century. Those who challenged her, who sought to test her strength, were humbled by her might, their defeat echoing across the stars. It is said the constellations themselves honor her victories. 'As we chase our dreams, we soar through the sky, weaving the hopes of tomorrow,' she said to me in quiet, determined tones. 'The protector who desires peace more than anyone, who sacrifices everything, who flies faster and higher than anyone else. Like a melody spinning through the cosmos, she forges new paths in the starry expanse, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.'
    VII. Said he—"Wake me by no gesture,—sound of breath, or stir of vesture! Let the blessèd apparition melt not yet to its divine! No approaching—hush, no breathing! or my heart must swoon to death in The too utter life thou bringest, O thou dream of Geraldine!" <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>
    IX. Said he—"I would dream so ever, like the flowing of that river, Flowing ever in a shadow greenly onward to the sea! So, thou vision of all sweetness, princely to a full completeness Would my heart and life flow onward, deathward, through this dream of THEE!" <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>
    LXXXIII. If she had cursed me, and she might have, or if even, with queenly bearing Which at need is used by women, she had risen up and said, "Sir, you are my guest, and therefore I have given you a full hearing: Now, beseech you, choose a name exacting somewhat less, instead!"— <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
    a beautiful korean girls 22years old, crying in front of his computer, the large computer displays a message that I said: "out of buzz for flux" next to a non light sign in walls
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    The Fireflies of the Eternal Forest: Deep within a forest that stretches beyond the horizon, every tree and plant glows softly with bioluminescent light. This is the Eternal Forest, where night never truly falls, and fireflies the size of small birds illuminate the paths between the towering trees. The air is thick with the scent of blooming, glowing flowers, and the ground is covered in soft, luminous moss. In the heart of the forest stands an ancient tree, its bark made of shining silver and its branches sparkling with millions of tiny fireflies. The tree is said to be alive with the memories of the forest, holding the souls of all creatures who have lived and died beneath its canopy. The fireflies whisper these stories in soft, flickering patterns of light, creating an ever-shifting tapestry of the forest’s history.
    High end auction showcasing a futuristic robotic fembot, constructed with silver and gold details and translucent futuristic details. The robot is said to cost millions. She is programmed to please and seduce. Her glossy finish reflects beautifully in the light. Cowboy shot from the waist up detail shot, exposed breasts, professional lighting, blue cybernetic eyes,
    35mm kodak photo of an old carved circular stone artefact with rough symbols of hearts on it and one inscription on the middle The insciption said "You're Cute!" The stone has a weathered, grayish texture, suggesting age or exposure to natural elements. The stone is placed on an old weathered wood table, which contrasts with its worn and irregular shape and highlights the roughness of the sculptures. View from above
    35mm kodak photo of an old carved circular stone artefact with symbols of love on it and one inscription on the middle The insciption said "Be Mine" The stone has a weathered, grayish texture, suggesting age or exposure to natural elements. The stone is placed on an old solid wood table, which contrasts with its worn and irregular shape and highlights the roughness of the sculptures. View from above
    promotional photo of two homoerotic men wearing harness at a club while holding a sign said "no peen for you"
    Man crying in front of his computer, the computer displays a message that I said: "out of buzz" next to a lightning bolt sign
    *Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting* *aidmasoftglow* Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame Governments who would slur his name Lusts and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said, "Any kind of love is all right" Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you, and an awful lot like me! But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin? Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my, oh my, don't it make you want to cry, oh *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    A rectangular yellow sticky note stuck to a computer screen. The note is pinned to a surface using a white small pin. The note has a handwritten text in black that reads, "Well done is better than well said.”, photo
    Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    *Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting* *aidmasoftglow* Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame Governments who would slur his name Lusts and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said, "Any kind of love is all right" Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you, and an awful lot like me! But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin? Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my, oh my, don't it make you want to cry, oh *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    The gods of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said: 'No more! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs: no more invent; Contract thy firmament
    cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
    *Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting* *aidmasoftglow* Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame Governments who would slur his name Lusts and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said, "Any kind of love is all right" Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you, and an awful lot like me! But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin? Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my, oh my, don't it make you want to cry, oh *Shutting Down* *Going Dark* *Offline*
    High end auction showcasing a futuristic robotic goat, constructed with silver and gold details and translucent futuristic details. The robot is said to cost millions. It reflects beautifully in the light with its glossy finish. Close up detail shot, professional lighting, blue cybernetic eyes,
    French Italian folk punk art. Macro shot. A 1990s style Wooden Hammer embodies the defiance of rebellion. Low angle shot. Brightly colored fauvist style with dynamic brushstrokes. Neon yellow and lavender accents clash amidst dark swirls and eerie light shades. Italian folk patterns on shreds of torn clothes hanging from Said person's neck. Consuming by chaotic expressionist energy and mystical cyberpunk dreams with concentration on fast flashing lights. Dark muted tones with high contrasting spectral lights and disco beams resembling glorious illuminated skulls. Vibrant ambient glow contrasts black mise-en-scene, conjuring imagination with electronic music nights Richard Simas style afrofuturism inspired Francis Bacon expressionism vivid with many wrenching surges breathtaking movement or attached ambiance soft Tron
    As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’ I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I brought it home to Molly She swore that she’d love me, no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me
    L. And her custom was to praise me when I said,—"The Age culls simples, With a broad clown's back turned broadly to the glory of the stars. We are gods by our own reck'ning, and may well shut up the temples, And wield on, amid the incense-steam, the thunder of our cars. . <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>
    zydInk “Come on. Play me something else.” She said when he finally finished. “Try me. I know all the lyrics to everything.” He very nearly did – that would’ve been perfect. Just spend the evening jamming out songs, drinking tea, maybe ordering some takeout…but as accidentally romantic as the whole scenario had turned out, he had taken her here for another reason. He put the guitar down. Her disappointed expression almost made him back out, and perhaps in a weaker moment he would’ve. “Sorry. I got carried away. This wasn’t my plan for tonight.” She looked around at the candles, the tea, then raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Well plan successfully derailed, as far as I’m concerned. If this is your accidental game, I’d hate to see what happens when you actually plan it.”
    In the style of ff-sc, ff-infernoink, ckcmc comic style, The Christmas Present Was a Grizzly Bear Under the tree, a gift so rare, Wrapped in paper, bold and bare. Not a toy, not a sweater or book— A massive bear, with a hungry look. It growled beneath the festive bow, Eyes like amber, soft and low. The ribbon trembled, the paper tore, And then it roared— The room froze in a frosty glare. "I wanted a bike," I whispered in fear, But the grizzly leaned close, its breath so near. "Next time," it said, "ask for something more tame— Like a hug, or a puzzle, or even a frame." The gift was not what I had planned, But it was Christmas, And the bear was grand.
    bo-christmas, a cartoon depicting a line segment with a 90 degree right angle drawn in the snow on the ground. A cartoon female elf in heavy winter clothes is standing in front of the snow illustration looking at the viewer unimpressed. A speech bubble has the girl saying "Your prompt said to generate a snow angle!"
    inksketch painting, How feeble thy man hast come forth unto us To thine blessed land Provoking his crucifixion... Thus to endure the reality of everlasting damnation... So as said... Thy feeble savious... Is to return... Thou only suffer evermore Suffer! How feeble thy man hast come forth unto Golgotha
    Seraphim's Wrath: Radiant Purge of the Infernal🌟🔥! Ethereally resplendent being garnished regalia indicative celestial hierarch attained via arduous metaphysical ascensions transcending ego-boundaries -- now mercifully dispenses of infernal pestilences infesting terrestrial regions via sanctified flame razing impure souls unfortunate enough encounter said righteous sentinel. Glowing flares cast lengthy shadows refracting demonic silhouettes contorting in vain defensive gestures, all futile against radiant purity disintegration occurs whenever contact occurs. art by Daniela Uhlig, characters, contemporary, digital, dreaminess, German, landscapes, other-worldliness, portraits, surreal, female-artist, ink art, ink splash, colorfully beautiful, traditional media, classic painting, colorful, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, colorful, very aesthetic, epic, majestic, fantasy, dreamy, perspective, moody, magical, vivid, vibrant, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, ArsMJStyle, Watercolor, zydInk
    Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

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