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    MysticComic, comic book style,A whimsical scene unfolds: A woman, donning an vibrant orange kimono and matching brown hat, astride a chestnut horse with luxuriant brown mane and tail, galloping across a picturesque meadow framed by a gentle slope of tall grass swaying in the breeze. Warm sunlight casts a golden glow on the lush green field, accentuating the woman's joyful expression and the horse's energetic stride.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the flickering light of a lone streetlamp, a tall, shadowy figure leans against the rusted iron fence of an old, abandoned graveyard. The cobblestone street is slick with recent rain, and the distant sound of horse hooves echoes faintly through the narrow alleyways, but the figure remains silent and still. His coat, long and dark, clings to his form, dripping water from its hem, and a wide-brimmed hat casts a deep shadow over his face, hiding all but the faintest glint of his eyes. The graveyard behind him is overgrown, the headstones cracked and tilted, and a thick layer of fog clings to the ground, swirling around the iron fence like a living thing. The stranger’s hand rests on the hilt of a sword strapped to his waist, though he makes no move to draw it, his posture relaxed, yet somehow charged with tension. The night is unnaturally quiet, save for the distant drip of water and the occasional creak of the iron gate as it sways in the wind. The scent of wet earth and decaying leaves fills the air, thick and pungent, but the stranger remains unmoved, his gaze fixed on something far beyond the visible world. (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>
    R3alisticF,A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of On the windswept plains of a desolate wasteland, a slayer with ash-gray skin and glowing white eyes rides a black, skeletal horse, her long, silver hair streaming behind her like a banner. The sky above is dark and swirling with storm clouds, lightning flashing across the horizon as a swarm of undead creatures shambles toward her. Her armor, made of bone and leather, is adorned with runes that glow faintly in the gathering storm, and her massive scythe gleams with a cold, ethereal light. The horse’s hooves strike the cracked earth with a hollow, thunderous sound, and its glowing red eyes fixate on the approaching horde. The wind howls across the plains, carrying with it the scent of decay and the distant sound of thunder. The slayer’s expression is one of grim focus, her gaze locked on the rotting army before her, ready to cut them down with a single sweep of her scythe. Behind her, the ruins of an ancient city lie in shadow, its towers crumbling and forgotten, a reminder of a long-dead civilization. The scene is one of desolation and power, as the slayer rides alone through the storm, ready to face death itself. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.) Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>

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