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    On top of the image are the words BREAK IN REALITY in fancy bold font.Relief, a relief art in wood of A surreal scene where the fabric of the sky is being torn open from behind by two hands with vibrant red nails. The fingers pierce through the soft fabric of the sky, creating a jagged tear that reveals a stunning seascape hidden behind the surface. Through the tear, a golden sunset illuminates the sky, casting warm hues as powerful ocean waves surge forward, crashing against an unseen shore. The water from this hidden world pours out of the tear like a cascading waterfall, splashing into a small, reflective pool that forms on the cracked, arid desert floor below. The stark contrast between the lush, vibrant seascape and the desolate, dry landscape creates a sense of surreal wonder. In the distance, the faint silhouette of a city is visible under a dusky purple sky, with a lone figure on a bicycle and another holding a surfboard, both gazing in awe at the impossible scene. A stranded sailboat rests on the parched earth, enhancing the surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The overall mood is one of striking contrast, blending elements of the natural world with the fantastical.
    A lone, scrappy raccoon stands at a bustling city intersection at twilight. He’s dressed in a patched-up trench coat that's clearly been scavenged from various fabrics, with a few mismatched buttons and a small tear at the hem. He clutches a cardboard sign with a pleading look in his wide eyes. The sign reads, "Spare a buzz, will ya?" written in messy, slightly smudged lettering, as if it’s been reused countless times. Around him, the city lights blur in vibrant colors—reds, blues, and yellows casting a neon glow on the scene. The raccoon stands next to an overturned trash bin, which adds to his rough-around-the-edges vibe. His tail pokes out from under his coat, bushy and unkempt, and he holds an old, dented coffee cup in his other paw, as if waiting for any buzz "spare change" he might get. Above him, a glowing billboard displays a bright lightning bolt symbol, echoing the emblem of buzz coins in other images, hinting that this little raccoon knows exactly where he can score some buzzes if anyone is generous enough. The entire scene is tinged with a mix of humor and determination, capturing the city raccoon’s hopeful, scrappy attitude in his quest for buzz.
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    On top of the image are the words BREAK IN REALITY in fancy bold font.Relief, a relief art in wood of A surreal scene where the fabric of the sky is being torn open from behind by two hands with vibrant red nails. The fingers pierce through the soft fabric of the sky, creating a jagged tear that reveals a stunning seascape hidden behind the surface. Through the tear, a golden sunset illuminates the sky, casting warm hues as powerful ocean waves surge forward, crashing against an unseen shore. The water from this hidden world pours out of the tear like a cascading waterfall, splashing into a small, reflective pool that forms on the cracked, arid desert floor below. The stark contrast between the lush, vibrant seascape and the desolate, dry landscape creates a sense of surreal wonder. In the distance, the faint silhouette of a city is visible under a dusky purple sky, with a lone figure on a bicycle and another holding a surfboard, both gazing in awe at the impossible scene. A stranded sailboat rests on the parched earth, enhancing the surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The overall mood is one of striking contrast, blending elements of the natural world with the fantastical.
    aidmaMJ6.1, aidmaimageupgrader, Imagine a vast desert with towering, upside-down mountains floating like clouds in the sky, casting long shadows on the golden sand. In the distance, a colossal ancient tree with glowing, translucent leaves rises from the ground, its roots stretching into the horizon. Instead of a sun, there is a giant, glowing eye hovering in the sky, emitting soft beams of light that warp as they pass through the atmosphere. A river of liquid glass snakes through the sand, reflecting impossible shapes like floating geometric patterns and fragments of distant stars. On the shore of the glass river stands a lone figure in an elaborate cloak, their face obscured by a mirror that reflects the chaotic landscape. The sky is swirling with vibrant, abstract colors and distant, fragmented galaxies, giving the sense that reality is tearing apart. The scene is dreamlike, blending cosmic elements, surreal landscapes, and symbolic imagery in a striking fusion of time, space, and perception
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    cyborg, exosuit, mech, futuristic, (off-center composition, left aligned, Portrait), In the heart of a gothic, medieval battlefield, where swords clash and shields break, a lone, battle-worn cyborg emerges. His bulky, futuristic power armor gleams with otherworldly energy, a fusion of laser and steel that defies the essence of the age. As arrows rain down and war cries echo through the mist, his silhouette stands in cinematic, high-contrast glory—a symbol of time colliding. The battlefield, drenched in dramatic lighting and moody, grainy film textures, feels like a clash of worlds, with the line between ancient steel and futuristic firepower blurring into an abstract, emotional expression of conflict. This is no mere battle; it is an epic collision of eras. The vibrant, dynamic compositions of the battlefield capture the essence of futuristic technology meeting medieval warfare. The cyborg warrior moves through the chaos with introspective elegance, his every step radiating opulence and luxury, yet his power armor shows the wear and tear of countless battles. The shot feels like an experimental painting, with emotive brushwork and earthy tones, offering a raw, gritty beauty to the contrast of his sleek, high-tech armor against the roughness of the rural, gothic landscape. Time, style, and legend merge in a visual masterpiece of bold colors and cinematic splendor.
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    A lone figure stands on the edge of a storm-battered cliff, their silhouette illuminated by the pale light of a fractured moon breaking through turbulent clouds. Their posture is raw with emotion—shoulders hunched forward, one hand clutching their chest as if to hold together a heart on the verge of breaking. Wind tears through their tattered cloak, sending fragments of fabric spiraling into the void below. The scene is awash in melancholic hues—deep blues, greys, and soft silvers—while the ocean below churns violently, its waves crashing against jagged rocks in a relentless rhythm. In their other hand, they clutch a small, glowing keepsake—a crystalline locket pulsating with faint golden light, a stark contrast to the storm's chaos. The expression on the figure’s face is a mixture of sorrow, longing, and quiet determination, as though they are caught between holding onto the past and stepping forward into the unknown. The atmosphere brims with intensity, every element—from the gusts of wind to the shimmering light—embodying the raw, unfiltered essence of emotion.
    A lone biker rides through a post-apocalyptic wasteland at full speed, kicking up dust and debris behind them. The biker, clad in a worn leather jacket adorned with spikes and patches, grips the handles of a heavily customized, jet-black motorcycle with roaring exhausts that spit flames. The bike’s tires, thick and rugged, tear through the cracked and desolate terrain. Strapped across the biker's back is a massive, saw-toothed machete, glinting under the harsh, setting sun. The sky above is a chaotic swirl of fiery orange and deep purple clouds, while distant ruins of crumbled skyscrapers loom in the background. Around the bike, trails of glowing embers follow in the wake of its blazing speed, giving the whole scene a sense of intense heat and unstoppable momentum. The biker’s helmet reflects the ominous glow of a distant firestorm, and despite the harsh world around them, they ride with an aura of unshakeable confidence and total badassery, ready to conquer whatever challenges lie ahead.
    photo is taken from above. ((speechbubble with blue text "Papa, went for cigarettes gone, alone, hungry..")). In arctica on a lone ice shell, a young polar searches for food. he looks up to the viewer with big puppy eyes and tears searching for love. He raises his hands, he wants you to carry him. The scene shows how climate change disrupts natural habitats and endangers wildlife. Captured with Kodak film.
    In the dim glow of a rain-slicked city street, a lone figure stands beneath a flickering neon sign that reads, "Broken Hearts Club." The crimson light spills across the wet pavement, reflecting in the puddles like the remnants of a shattered dream. A torn love letter flutters in the breeze, its ink running like silent tears. Draped in a long, oversized coat, the figure clutches a single wilted rose, its petals darkened by the evening rain. Around them, the city pulses with indifferent energy—couples hurry past, hand in hand, illuminated by the warm glow of café windows, their laughter muffled by the downpour. Inside the club, visible through a fogged-up window, a melancholy jazz band plays a slow, soulful tune as heartbroken souls nurse bittersweet cocktails. The bar is lined with lonely patrons, each lost in their own silent stories of love lost, framed in moody shadows and candlelit sorrow. This is the world of the brokenhearted—a place where love lingers as an ache, painted in deep blues, somber purples, and fleeting glimpses of crimson passion that once burned bright but now fade into the night. Anime, Niji
    weibo, drawing, illustration retro 90's, Yoshiaki Kawajiri, Yutaka Minowa, Yūji Ikehata, chromatic aberration, detail, high contrast, cinematic view, volumetric lighting, perspective, kneeling_figure, mustard_yellow_background, disheveled_suit, messy_hair, white_sword, black_void, reaching_hands, gritty_texture, otherworldly, melancholic_mood, minimalist, thick_linework, surreal, cinematic, intense_detail, photorealistic, (sharp focus:1.3). A stylized character with a striking appearance. A close-up of a character a lone figure in a dramatic, kneeling pose on an intense, solid mustard-yellow background. The character, dressed in a slightly disheveled suit with an open collar, appears pained and introspective, his messy dark hair casting shadows over his face. Below him, a dark, otherworldly void begins to tear open, with eerie black hands reaching out from the darkness, grasping toward him. From this black void, a gleaming white sword emerges, piercing his torso diagonally, creating a stark contrast against the muted texture of his clothing and the bold yellow backdrop. The illustration style is gritty and minimalist, with thick, defined linework and subtle shading, heightening the sense of melancholy, surrealism, and internal conflict. The image is highly detailed, with a focus on the textures of his suit, the sharpness and the way his interacts with the weapon, emphasizing enhancing the dramatic and bold aesthetic of the image. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting,
    On the surface of a desolate, crimson-hued planet, a lone astronaut in a battered, dust-covered suit stands before a massive, rusted metal sign planted in the cracked ground. The words "Congrutalions! You reached the most boring place in the universe!" glow faintly on the sign in an alien script, pulsing like a dying heartbeat against the backdrop of a swirling, violet sky. Behind the astronaut, the wreckage of a crashed starship smolders, blackened metal twisted into grotesque, skeletal shapes. Strange, translucent creatures slither through the air, their gelatinous bodies refracting the eerie light from the twin suns hanging low on the horizon. The ground beneath the astronaut’s boots trembles faintly, as if something massive stirs beneath the surface, responding to the sign’s flickering glow. The air is thick with the scent of burned circuitry and something else—something metallic and wrong, like the aftertaste of a nightmare. The astronaut’s helmet visor reflects the sign’s cryptic message, the alien symbols shifting and warping as if alive. A single, jagged crack runs down the center of the sign, as though something once tried—and failed—to tear it down. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , , <lora:Semi-realisticPortraitPainting:0.4> <lora:Let_It_Blaze_in_Crimson_anime_v1.0:0.6>
    A lone biker rides through a post-apocalyptic wasteland at full speed, kicking up dust and debris behind them. The biker, clad in a worn leather jacket adorned with spikes and patches, grips the handles of a heavily customized, jet-black motorcycle with roaring exhausts that spit flames. The bike’s tires, thick and rugged, tear through the cracked and desolate terrain. Strapped across the biker's back is a massive, saw-toothed machete, glinting under the harsh, setting sun. The sky above is a chaotic swirl of fiery orange and deep purple clouds, while distant ruins of crumbled skyscrapers loom in the background. Around the bike, trails of glowing embers follow in the wake of its blazing speed, giving the whole scene a sense of intense heat and unstoppable momentum. The biker’s helmet reflects the ominous glow of a distant firestorm, and despite the harsh world around them, they ride with an aura of unshakeable confidence and total badassery, ready to conquer whatever challenges lie ahead.
    Bioluminescent, A photo of a railroad track receding into the distance with a torn paper hole revealing a night sky and an oncoming train, a crescent moon in the sky. Emphasize the surreal juxtaposition of day and night. The train is an anachronistic steam engine, billowing smoke, with a sense of melancholic mystery. Low angle shot focusing on the tracks leading into the surreal portal, the torn paper edges casting a slight shadow. Diffuse lighting with a warm glow emanating from the night sky within the tear. Background should include a solitary, weather-beaten wooden fencepost on the left, adding to the feeling of loneliness. A lone hawk circles high above, a harbinger of the unknown.
    photo is taken from above. ((title with black text "cars = no need for pappa alcohol gone hungry")). In mountains on a lone rock, a young donkey searches for food. he looks up to the viewer with big puppy eyes and tears searching for love. The donkey's eyes, filled with a mix of hunger and sadness. He raises his feet, he wants you to carry him. The scene shows how climate change disrupts natural habitats and endangers wildlife. Captured with Kodak film.
    A fantasy landscape featuring an enchanted forest filled with massive, oversized white wet mushrooms with countless creepy big and small human eyes on their stems and crying with sparkling tears in dark. The forest floor is covered in rocks and soft moss. moonlight filters through a gentle mist, casting cold golden beams across the scene. A lone adventurer, a small human figure with a flashlight, yellow raincoat and a backpack, panically running away on a narrow forest path to an ancient shrine ruins covered in lush moss like a mirage, emphasising the scale of the gigantic mushrooms with their scary eyes balls. The atmosphere is dark whimsical, magical, and dreamlike, with a surreal balance of realism and fantasy elements. Soft focus in the background enhances the depth and otherworldly feel, heavy raining in dark environment, inspired by Junji Ito, cult,
    <lora:emberoth:1>, A woman in a rain-soaked suit standing at the dark street near a lonely street lamp. She clutches two white roses to her chest; The back of a passing car is visible in the background, raindrops glisten on the woman's cheeks looking like tears, natural yet dramatic pose, moody lighting, mist, 3mb3rot
    An apocalyptic battlefield strewn with the remnants of a fallen empire, where legions of skeletal warriors rise from ashen ground, their rusted armor fused to bone, illuminated by an otherworldly, pulsing glow. A lone, defiant heroine stands atop a mound of the fallen, wielding an ancient, radiant blade that pierces the dark storm clouds swirling overhead, radiating an aura of unwavering determination and unrelenting defiance. Electrifying lightning strikes illuminate the horrific visages of demonic entities descending from the sky, their wings spanning the horizon, as the fabric of reality tears apart around them, with shattered buildings and debris scattered in the background. The heroine's fierce gaze and powerful stance embody the essence of resistance, as the world crumbles beneath her feet.detailmaximizer, midjourneyv6.1, Kodak Portra 400 analog film stocks, Kodak Portra 400 analog film stocks style,painting
    weibo, drawing, illustration retro 90's, Yoshiaki Kawajiri, Yutaka Minowa, Yuji Ikehata, chromatic aberration, detail, high contrast, cinematic view, volumetric lighting, perspective, kneeling_figure, red_background, disheveled_suit, messy_hair, white_sword, black_void, reaching_hands, gritty_texture, otherworldly, melancholic_mood, minimalist, thick_linework, surreal, cinematic, intense_detail, photorealistic, (sharp focus:1.3). A stylized skinny character with a striking appearance. A close-up of a character a lone figure in a dramatic, kneeling pose on an intense, solid red background. The character, dressed in a slightly disheveled suit with untucked shirt, necktie, appears pained and introspective, his messy dark hair, shadows over his face. Below him, a dark, otherworldly void begins to tear open, with eerie black hands reaching out from the darkness, grasping toward him. From this black void, a gleaming white sword emerges, pointing at him, creating a stark contrast against the muted texture of his clothing and the bold red backdrop. The illustration style is gritty and minimalist, with thick, defined linework and subtle shading, heightening the sense of melancholy, surrealism, and internal conflict. The image is highly detailed, with a focus on the textures of his suit, the sharpness and the way his interacts with the weapon, emphasizing enhancing the dramatic and bold aesthetic of the image. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting,
    lonely women, long hair, low light, Illustration, intricate, moody, death, ghosts, tears, smeared masscara, midnight, hyperdetailed, Delicate, 8K, Vray, atmosphere, church, scared, fear, watercolor, Gerald Brom, Moebius, H.R. Giger, WLOP, sharp focus, romanticism, brilliant, stunning, intricate, maximalist digital matte painting DarkAtmosCE style
    A striking and vivid portrait with a highly stylized, almost surreal aesthetic. The subject's face is illuminated by bold, contrasting colors, primarily yellow and blue, which create a dramatic and intense visual effect. Here’s a detailed description: The dominant colors are bright yellow and deep blue, creating a high-contrast, neon-like appearance. The yellow highlights on the face stand out sharply against the darker tones, drawing attention to specific features such as the eyes, nose, and cheeks. The person has long, dark hair that frames their face, adding depth and texture to the composition. Their eyes are accentuated with thick eyelashes and defined eyebrows, contributing to an expressive and intense gaze. A single tear or streak of yellow runs down one side of the face, adding emotional weight to the image. The lighting is dynamic, with sharp contrasts between light and shadow. The yellow highlights appear almost luminous, giving the impression of glowing or reflective surfaces. The shadows are deep and rich, particularly around the eyes and jawline, enhancing the three-dimensional quality of the face. The individual’s expression is neutral yet intense, with a slight hint of melancholy or contemplation conveyed through the downward gaze and the tear. The overall mood is mysterious and emotive, inviting viewers to interpret the emotions behind the stark, colorful portrayal. The painting style is highly detailed, with visible brushstrokes and textures that add depth and realism to the skin and hair. The use of vibrant, unnatural colors gives the image a cyberpunk or futuristic feel, blending elements of digital art with traditional portraiture. The background is dark and indistinct, ensuring that all focus remains on the face. The absence of distracting elements enhances the intensity of the subject’s expression and the bold color scheme. The image is a powerful and evocative piece of art that combines striking visuals with emotional depth. The interplay of bright yellows and deep blues creates a visually arresting contrast, while the subtle details in the facial features and the lone tear evoke a sense of introspection and vulnerability. The overall effect is both captivating and thought-provoking, leaving a lasting impression on the viewer. j_art, anime, anime art, <lora:FLUX\jul\J_Anime:0.7>, <lora:FLUX\RealAnime:0.7>
    Towering over the ruins of a shattered city, a hulking mecha-warrior, battle-worn and covered in deep scars of war, holds a colossal plasma blade that crackles with unstable energy. Its steel-plated body, rusted and dented, gleams under the eerie glow of a burning orange sky. One of its eyes flickers, half-broken, while the other glows with an ominous red intensity. The ruins beneath its massive feet are littered with shattered drone parts and the skeletal remains of a long-forgotten war. Behind it, twisted skyscrapers lean at impossible angles, their glass windows shattered, vines and strange bioluminescent fungi creeping up their broken facades. In the distance, a vortex of storm clouds churns violently, streaked with flashes of electric-blue lightning, as if the atmosphere itself is tearing apart. A single banner, tattered and barely hanging onto a crumbling tower, flutters weakly in the polluted wind, its insignia long faded. The mecha’s fingers tighten around its blade, its artificial joints groaning slightly—a lone warrior standing amidst the ghosts of a world that once was.<lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    A close-up of a character a lone figure in a dramatic, action pose on an intense, solid red background. Skinny young man with a sword. white_sword. dishevelled_suit, untucked_shirt, untucked white shirt, necktie. dressed in a slightly disheveled suit with untucked shirt. messy_hair, short hair, black hair. standing sill, tired, sad, expressionless, looking around in panic. red_background, Behind him, a dark, otherworldly void begins to tear open, with eerie black hands reaching out from the darkness, grasping toward him. black_void, reaching_hands. illustration retro 90's, Yoshiaki Kawajiri, chromatic aberration, detail, high contrast, cinematic view, volumetric lighting, perspective. gritty_texture, otherworldly, paranoid_mood, surreal, cinematic, intense_detail, photorealistic, sharp focus. The image is highly detailed, dramatic and bold aesthetic of the image. ne0nfant4sy, mythp0rt
    A close-up of a character a lone figure in a dramatic, action pose on an intense, solid red background. Skinny young man with a sword. white_sword. Wearing business suit. dishevelled_suit, untucked_shirt, untucked white shirt, necktie. dressed in a slightly disheveled suit with untucked shirt. messy_hair, short hair, black hair. standing sill, tired, sad, expressionless, looking around in panic. Behind him, a dark, otherworldly void begins to tear open, with eerie black hands reaching out from the darkness, grasping toward him. black void, reaching hands. Inside creepy ancient temple. Agoraphobia. detail, high contrast, cinematic view, volumetric lighting, perspective. surreal, sharp focus. highly detailed, dramatic, aesthetic. ne0nfant4sy, mythp0rt
    A close-up of a character a lone figure in a dramatic, action pose on an intense, solid red background. Skinny young man with a sword. white_sword. Wearing business suit. dishevelled_suit, untucked_shirt, untucked white shirt, necktie. dressed in a slightly disheveled suit with untucked shirt. messy_hair, short hair, black hair. standing sill, tired, sad, expressionless, looking around in panic. Behind him, a dark, otherworldly void begins to tear open, with eerie black hands reaching out from the darkness, grasping toward him. black void, reaching hands. Inside creepy ancient temple. Agoraphobia. detail, high contrast, cinematic view, volumetric lighting, perspective. surreal, sharp focus. highly detailed, dramatic, aesthetic. ne0nfant4sy, mythp0rt
    Epic dark fantasy concept art of a mystical interdimensional portal, hyper-detailed, 8K resolution. Massive swirling portal with ethereal emerald and obsidian energy tendrils, fractured reality edges, ancient rocky landscape with jagged stone formations. Lone adventurer in weathered leather armor and tattered cloak walking towards portal, back turned to viewer, silhouetted against turbulent magical energy. Dramatic atmospheric lighting with deep turquoise and midnight blue color palette, subtle cosmic horror undertones. Intricate magical runes etched into stone surrounding portal, hints of otherworldly landscapes glimpsed through dimensional tear. Cinematic composition, ultra-sharp focus, digital painting style reminiscent of Frazetta and modern concept art. Subtle particle effects and energy distortions around portal edges, suggesting unstable magical boundary between worlds. aidmabaldursgate3, aidmafluxpro1.1
    A close-up of a character a lone figure in a dramatic, action pose on an intense, solid red background. Skinny young man with a sword. white_sword. dishevelled_suit, untucked_shirt, untucked white shirt, necktie. dressed in a slightly disheveled suit with untucked shirt. messy_hair, short hair, black hair. standing sill, tired, sad, expressionless, looking around in panic. red_background, Behind him, a dark, otherworldly void begins to tear open, with eerie black hands reaching out from the darkness, grasping toward him. black_void, reaching_hands. illustration retro 90's, Yoshiaki Kawajiri, chromatic aberration, detail, high contrast, cinematic view, volumetric lighting, perspective. gritty_texture, otherworldly, paranoid_mood, surreal, cinematic, intense_detail, photorealistic, sharp focus. The image is highly detailed, dramatic and bold aesthetic of the image. ne0nfant4sy, mythp0rt
    Relief, a relief art in wood of A surreal scene where the fabric of the sky is being torn open from behind by two hands with vibrant red nails. The fingers pierce through the soft fabric of the sky, creating a jagged tear that reveals a stunning seascape hidden behind the surface. Through the tear, a golden sunset illuminates the sky, casting warm hues as powerful ocean waves surge forward, crashing against an unseen shore. The water from this hidden world pours out of the tear like a cascading waterfall, splashing into a small, reflective pool that forms on the cracked, arid desert floor below. The stark contrast between the lush, vibrant seascape and the desolate, dry landscape creates a sense of surreal wonder. In the distance, the faint silhouette of a city is visible under a dusky purple sky, with a lone figure on a bicycle and another holding a surfboard, both gazing in awe at the impossible scene. A stranded sailboat rests on the parched earth, enhancing the surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The overall mood is one of striking contrast, blending elements of the natural world with the fantastical. --ar 16:9 --v 5 --style surreal --quality 5
    (Hyper-realistic cinematic shot, cyberpunk aesthetic, atmospheric, emotional depth, dramatic lighting, masterpiece, 8K resolution.) A lonely young woman stands frozen in the neon-lit rain of a futuristic metropolis. Her soaked hair clings to her face, strands illuminated by cold blue and violet neon glows. Her empty, glassy eyes reflect distant city lights, holding back a sadness too deep for words. Droplets trace along her trembling lips, merging with silent tears. Her fingers tighten around a crumpled, rain-drenched photograph, the ink smearing into oblivion. Behind her, blurred figures rush past—strangers, ghosts of a life she no longer belongs to. The glass storefront she leans against vibrates with laughter from inside—a world she once knew but can never return to. The scene is haunting yet breathtaking. The neon reflections stretch endlessly into the wet pavement, broken and distorted, like fragmented memories. Each droplet of rain carries weight, a physical echo of loneliness. Cinematic composition, close-up shot, slightly low angle, extreme emotional impact.
    A washed-out, overexposed vision—80s city ninja, a lone warrior standing atop the neon-drenched skyline, his form flickering between reality and illusion. The black-and-red palette bleeds into the frame like corrupted filmstock, his silhouette dissolving at the edges, as if the world itself struggles to render him. A headband whips violently in the wind, its motion smearing into glitching afterimages, red streaks tearing through the dark like spectral echoes of past battles. His stance is effortless, poised, yet his presence distorts the very air around him. But the true rupture in reality is the sword. An abomination of scale and presence, the blade is comically vast—so impossibly large that it fractures the skyline, its sheer existence an error in the world’s logic. It flickers between solid steel and digital collapse, its edges unraveling into cascading error codes, fractured light shards, and violent chromatic distortions. The surface doesn’t reflect the city but something else—warped memories, burning red data ghosts, lost battlefields frozen in fragmented time. The sheer weight of it bends space, a gravitational wound bleeding static and visual artifacts. giant sword
    "Edge of Eternity" A poster for a sci-fi thriller. A lone astronaut stands on the edge of a crumbling alien cliff, staring at a colossal black hole tearing apart the sky. The tagline glows in metallic lettering across the top: "When time ends, only the brave remain." Fractured debris floats upward around the astronaut, and the deep blues and fiery reds of the black hole swirl dramatically, pulling the viewer into the image.
    <lora:emberoth:1>, A woman in a rain-soaked suit standing at the dark street near a lonely street lamp. She clutches two white roses to her chest; The back of a passing car is visible in the background, raindrops glisten on the woman's cheeks looking like tears, natural yet dramatic pose, moody lighting, mist, 3mb3rot
    Chinese woman, A girl is crying with tears, broken hearted, holding a heart shaped sign with the words "Why not me?". lonely, sitting crying in her bedroom.
    masterpiece, high-quality, hyperdetailed, refined details, best quality, high resolution, In the aftermath of a colossal battle, a lone mecha pilot slumps against the charred hull of her fallen robot. Sparks fizz and embers glow in the smoke-filled twilight, illuminating the haunted exhaustion etched across her face. Her cybernetic tattoos pulse dimly, each flicker hinting at her bond with the now-silent machine. Tears and soot streak her cheeks as she clutches a tattered photograph of her loved ones. The camera frames her from a medium-low angle, capturing the staggering size of the mech behind her and the raw emotional weight of loss and duty that radiates from her trembling figure, <lora:FLUX\Anime v1.3:0.5> <lora:FLUX\Emberveil digital painting:0.8>
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.

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