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    A bewildered cat is floating in mid-air, suspended by a parachute as it slowly descends. Its wide, round eyes are filled with surprise and confusion, as if it can’t quite believe what’s happening. The cat’s ears are perked up, and its mouth is slightly open in shock, giving it a comical, wide-eyed look. The wind tousles its fur as it clings to the parachute, still trying to make sense of the situation. Below, the ground is far off, and the open sky stretches around it, but the cat’s expression is purely focused on the unexpected turn of events
    (cinematic photograph: 1.19), 4k, (high resolution: 1.1), highly detailed, film photography, (stone giant turns head to look away) (slowly breathing) (zoom out slowly and pan)
    In a warped, twilight realm where reality bends, envision a grotesque carnival of grotesities. A colossal steam-powered octopus hovers in the sky, its mechanical tentacles twisting and turning, adorned with rusty gears and flickering lanterns. Below, a spectral ferris wheel creaks under the weight of ghostly clowns, their painted faces frozen in eternal laughter. The ground is a patchwork of cracked cobblestones and bubbling tar pits, exuding strange, phosphorescent lights that attract swarms of dark-winged moths. Amidst this chaos, a dilapidated carousel spins slowly, populated by warped animals – a three-headed dragon, an upside-down horse, and a gnarled cheshire cat with glowing eyes – all whispering tales of madness and unspeakable wonders,aidmaMJ6.1, perfection style
    The Moonlit Ruins of the Celestial Garden A crumbling steampunk garden, adrift in the void, where moonlight filters through shattered stained glass arches, casting soft amethyst and cobalt hues over overgrown paths of glowing moss and broken bronze statues. Massive gears, entwined with vines of luminescent ivy, slowly turn, driven by an unseen force. The air carries a faint melody, a song of a world that no longer exists, mixed with the scent of moon-drenched flowers, aged copper, and distant echoes of an empire that fell to the stars.
    Hyperrealistic old windmill standing in a fog-enshrouded field at the edge of an autumn forest, its blades slowly turning with a creaking sound that echoes through the still air. The windmill’s wooden structure is worn and decayed, with patches of moss and fungi clinging to its sides. The walls of the windmill bear faint imprints of ghostly faces, their expressions of despair and longing subtly emerging from the grain of the wood. The windmill’s windows are dark, but hints of movement inside suggest something unnatural resides within. The surrounding field is dotted with tall, withered grass, and the trees beyond are leafless, their twisted branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal hands. The fog is thick, diffusing the pale, cold light of the early morning, adding to the sense of isolation and unease.
    The Silent Masquerade – Phantom Lights & Haunting Elegance "A grand ballroom lies abandoned beneath a sky of violet and deep crimson, its chandeliers still glowing with an eerie, ghostly light. Ornate masks float in the air, turning slowly as if worn by unseen dancers. The marble floors ripple like liquid when stepped upon, reflecting endless spirals of forgotten dreams. The air is heavy with a perfume that no longer exists, and distant laughter echoes from a time that never was."
    A vast desert landscape where the sand dunes are made of shimmering glass, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors from a surreal sky that shifts between shades of deep indigo and vibrant orange. In the center of the scene stands an enormous, spiraling tower constructed from fragments of ancient, weathered books and floating pages, with words and symbols that glow faintly as they drift in the air. Surrounding the tower, massive, transparent gears slowly turn in the air, seemingly controlling the flow of time itself. In the distance, ethereal, ghost-like figures with elongated, flowing forms glide silently across the dunes, leaving trails of light that weave together in intricate patterns. The overall mood is one of mystery and contemplation, with a hint of otherworldly serenity.
    Ancient mountain temple garden, weathered stone pathways winding through cloud-pruned junipers and moss-covered boulders. A rustic wooden water wheel turns slowly beside a contemplative rock garden of raked white gravel, creating concentric ripples around standing stones. Wisteria-draped pergola casts lavender shadows across weathered stone basins. Thatched meditation hut nestled among dwarf maples and black pines. Solitary monk's path lined with stone lanterns, their soft glow illuminating evening mist. Rendered in traditional nihonga style with mineral pigments on handmade washi paper. Delicate brushwork captures the interplay of shadow and light. Rich earth tones contrasted with hints of indigo and ochre. Yugen aesthetic embodying profound grace and mysterious depth. Masterful composition balancing emptiness and form, exemplifying the principle of ma. Subtle seasonal indicators suggesting late autumn's contemplative mood. <lora:New_Fantasy_CoreV4_FLUX:0.8> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy-000017:0.7> <lora:Bruce Holwerda:0.1> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    A towering, spider-like vehicle moves delicately along a narrow road that spirals around the trunk of an impossibly large, glowing tree. Each of the vehicle’s eight legs is a mechanical marvel, covered in shimmering, copper plates and tipped with claws that grip the bark with precision. The body of the vehicle is a domed cabin made of glass and gold, filled with intricate gears and softly glowing machinery. The tree’s trunk is covered in luminescent moss that bathes the entire scene in a soft, green light, while glowing sap drips slowly from its ancient bark. The road is narrow and treacherous, twisting and turning as it ascends toward the canopy high above, where massive leaves glow like stained glass against the dim, starry sky. The driver, a figure with elongated limbs and a face obscured by a mask of polished wood, moves levers and wheels inside the cabin, guiding the vehicle with careful precision. High above, bioluminescent birds circle, their calls echoing softly through the vast expanse of the tree. The spider-vehicle moves slowly but steadily, its glowing legs leaving faint scorch marks on the bark as it climbs. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    in the style of cksc, dark fantasy aesthetic, digital artwork of a futuristic, fluorescent colors, epic. luminescence, ultra realistic, hyper detailed, soft lighting , (Frank Frazetta), epic scale. (detailed digital painting, detailed oil painting). rear side view. A girl in a white tight-fitting suit is racing at high speed on a jet ski across the smooth surface of a turquoise mountain forest clear lake surrounded by picturesque mountains. (clear water, deep lake, a rocky deep bottom is visible),makes a sharp turn to the right. Columns of spray rise and waves disperse. Her long black hair is blowing in the wind. The blue gradient sky with clouds is reflected in the purest lake. Transparent clouds of fog are slowly descending from the mountains. A trick of the light.,, .. masterpiece, best quality, medium-format camera, high-contrast, dramatic lighting, striking composition, CPA
    eerie atmosphere, the crowd in the background move slowly in different direction. The crow flaps its wings rapidly. video glitch introducing horror feeling. the sitting tablet head slowing turn its tablet head toward viewer like it tries to glance at the viewer. then, a hidden bloody red demonic eye on the tablet stare at the viewer
    BMStyle, Anime, Create a haunting autumn scene featuring a classic Death Reaper, a tall, cloaked figure whose face and bones are completely hidden beneath a dark, shadowy hood. The Reaper’s form is a shrouded silhouette, with no visible features, exuding an ominous and mysterious presence. He stands silently in the background, holding a gleaming scythe that glints coldly in the dim light. In the foreground, an attractive young woman with long blonde hair, faces the camera, running towards the camera, running away from the reaper.her expression scared embodying a quiet acceptance of the inevitable. She wears a flowing, beautiful sundress and large brimmed sun hat, that contrasts with the dark figure behind her, adding a soft, yet melancholic touch to the scene. Her hair gently cascades over her shoulders, moving slightly in the autumn breeze. The setting is a late autumn forest, filled with vibrant maple and aspen trees whose leaves have turned deep shades of red, orange, and yellow. These leaves slowly fall around her, creating a carpet of color on the forest floor. The golden light of the setting sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows and creating a warm, yet fading glow that hints at the end of a season. The theme, “Seasons Don’t Fear the Reaper,” resonates in the scene, symbolizing the natural cycle of life and death.
    a towering clock made of polished ivory and bronze gears stands in the middle of a vast, glowing lake. A woman dressed in a flowing gown of silver thread paddles a small wooden boat toward the clock, her hand outstretched toward its golden, glowing hands as they slowly turn. The lake’s surface shimmers with soft, pastel reflections from a sky filled with swirling, iridescent clouds. The clock’s intricate, mechanical details contrast with the smooth, glassy water and the soft folds of the woman’s gown, creating a tactile sense of depth and texture. The boat leaves a trail of gentle ripples behind, and distant mountains loom in the soft haze of the background. A subtle vignette centers on the woman’s yearning gesture, emphasizing the surreal and dreamlike atmosphere of this timeless moment.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    dark art by Jacques Tardi and Tom Jung, Thrumble-like extreme close-up shot stretches out as high as any road. At a staggering speed of 80mph mph, every vehicle seems to leap off the track, its engines screech and vibratory in response to their path and how they go about this chaotic journey into life within the lush Meadow below. Every vehicle, each stunning detail character brought together by modern sci-ferico cars that twists and turns in the middle, nomadic Ice cave on massive tracked vehicles, slowly crawling across a Meandering mountains over the shoulder shot, Each vehicle is a self-contained district, Mature by Mortal Engines and Strange architecture, Imposing, industrial designs with visible mechanics, with pockets of Melancholy life within, Mobile, resilient, ever-changing Lisa on Ice, advanced cinematic perfect light, elegant, atmosphere, beautiful composition, Historical fiction, gritty, detailed, noir atmosphere, movie posters, iconic, dynamic, cinematic
    Capture a hyper-realistic photograph of a tall, sleek server tower that appears to be slowly melting like a candle. The once-solid structure is now sagging, with the metallic casing dripping downwards, revealing exposed, overheated circuits inside. Smoke rises from the top, and a sign hastily taped to the side reads, “Maintenance in progress – turns out GPUs don’t like molten metal!” The scene is set in a modern, high-tech server room, where the other equipment stands undamaged, casting a stark contrast to the melting tower in the center.
    A white polar bear sitting on a train seat, looking out of a window that has "Miss you already?" and a heart symbol written on it, while the polar bear gently turns its head slightly to the left, then back to its original position, and its chest very slowly rises and falls to show its breathing, the background moves slowly with the train. emphasize the slight head motion, gentle breathing, and slow background movement. The overall atmosphere is thoughtful and wistful.
    Illustration by Jean-Claude Mézières, A huge, geometric building rises from a swamp, made of stacked shapes with sharp angles and bold colors like red, blue, and yellow. Ancient trees grow out of the structure, their roots merging with the walls. Inside, glowing enclosures cast an eerie light, while floating gears turn slowly. Cracked mirrors reflect distorted scenes, adding to the surreal vibe. A big, glowing McDonald's logo stands out on the wall.
    Ghostlystyle,Inside a haunted carnival tent, a playful ghost wearing a jester’s hat floats above a glowing, enchanted carousel, its tattered, translucent clothes fluttering as it spins in mid-air. The carousel below, filled with ghostly horses that shimmer with pale, blue light, slowly turns, accompanied by the faint sound of eerie carnival music that seems to echo from nowhere. The ghost's wide grin stretches from ear to ear as it twirls in the air, its hat jingling with tiny, spectral bells that give off a soft, ethereal chime. The tent itself is illuminated by glowing, purple lanterns that flicker like will-o’-wisps, casting long, playful shadows on the striped walls. Below, the ground is covered in thick, swirling fog that adds to the mysterious, magical atmosphere. Cobwebs dangle from the ceiling, their delicate threads catching the light of the lanterns, while bats with glowing eyes hang upside down from the rafters, watching the scene below. The ghost’s energy is infectious, filling the tent with a sense of whimsical mischief, as though it’s inviting anyone nearby to join in on the spooky fun. The air smells faintly of caramel apples and popcorn, adding a touch of carnival sweetness to the ghostly atmosphere. <lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:FluxGhost-000001>
    A young child sits cross-legged atop a giant, slowly turning clock face, their expression calm and contemplative. The golden hands of the clock sweep beneath them, casting long shadows, yet they remain completely still, as if untouched by time itself. Above, the sky shifts between day and night in a continuous cycle, the stars and sun blending together in a seamless loop. The scene is peaceful, weightless, and surreal, capturing the quiet patience of simply existing within the moment.
    primitivism art by Paul Gauguin and Alexandre Antigna, nomadic city on massive tracked vehicles, slowly crawling across a overgrown jungle landscape, Each vehicle is a self-contained district, Inspired by Mortal Engines and futuristic architecture, Imposing, industrial designs with visible mechanics, with pockets of vibrant life within, Mobile, resilient, ever-changing horizon, As the sky turns a deep shade of purple, a towering metropolis comes to life on massive vehicles raging across an overgrown jungle landscape. Each vehicle is crafted in vibrant colors and intricate designs, each one unique and captivating. , very coherent, sharp focus, glowing, dynamic cinematic color, cinematic atmosphere, vibrant, Post-Impressionism, primitivism, Tahitian landscapes, vibrant colors, spiritual symbolism, Romanticism, historical painting, dramatic scenes, emotive brushwork, narrative storytelling
    The Nebula Atrium of Ethereal Time A gravity-defying ballroom, where brass gears suspended in midair slowly turn, adjusting the mechanized constellations embedded in the vaulted sapphire-glass ceiling. The walls are lined with cosmic flora—luminescent vines that pulse in hues of violet, indigo, and cerulean, their leaves resembling nebula clouds in motion. A massive mechanical clock at the center ticks away, powered by ethereal starfire. The air is charged with the scent of lavender, burning incense, and ancient ink, evoking a sense of timeless magic and celestial prophecy.
    alone with my demons, again, no one will hear, no one will come, the nightmare continues and only the indifferent moon watches,limbo, turning into something unholy, sinking in slowly in sin, silhouettes, necromorph, singularity, supernova, ignorant breed, living puppet, callous fuck, fantasy, surreal, Brutalist Horror, Dark Romanticism, Surrealism, mystical, nihilistic, mysterious, atmospheric, otherworldly, floating elements, abstract shapes, void, glow, fog, shifting reality, best quality, masterpiece, very aesthetic, absolutely eye-catching, perfect composition, expressive, disturbing, creative, hdr, directional lighting, light particles, chiaroscuro, volumetric lighting, clear, colorful, color contrast, famous artwork, dutch angle, (close-up), sharp focus, depth of field, centered, dynamic composition,dynamic angle,unique angle,unique perspective, detailed textures, RAW color art, extremely detailed, intricate details,refined details, high detail, accurate, francisco goya, Michael Whelan, Chris Rahn, Wayne England, Brom, clive barker
    A line of humanoid robots in futuristic armor stands in formation, each robot slightly shifting weight and turning its head with synchronized, fluid movements. The robots' eyes emit a soft glow that flickers in unison, enhancing their sense of coordination. A camera slowly pans across the line, capturing subtle adjustments in their postures against a softly blurred, futuristic cityscape in the background. Warm light from the setting sun highlights the metallic sheen of their armor, casting soft reflections across their faces and shoulders
    BMStyle, Anime, Create a haunting autumn scene featuring a classic Death Reaper, a tall, cloaked figure whose face and bones are completely hidden beneath a dark, shadowy hood. The Reaper’s form is a shrouded silhouette, with no visible features, exuding an ominous and mysterious presence. He stands silently in the background, holding a gleaming scythe that glints coldly in the dim light. In the foreground, an attractive young woman with long blonde hair, faces the camera, her expression somber and sad, her posture is natural and fluid, embodying a quiet acceptance of the inevitable. She wears a flowing, beautiful sundress and large brimmed sun hat, that contrasts with the dark figure behind her, adding a soft, yet melancholic touch to the scene. Her hair gently cascades over her shoulders, moving slightly in the autumn breeze. The setting is a late autumn forest, filled with vibrant maple and aspen trees whose leaves have turned deep shades of red, orange, and yellow. These leaves slowly fall around her, creating a carpet of color on the forest floor. The golden light of the setting sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows and creating a warm, yet fading glow that hints at the end of a season. The theme, “Seasons Don’t Fear the Reaper,” resonates in the scene, symbolizing the natural cycle of life and death.
    Visualize an ancient pocket watch floating in an endless expanse of swirling mist. The watch’s face is partially transparent, revealing intricate gears made of delicate crystal, slowly turning in a rhythm that syncs with the heartbeat of the universe. Each tick releases a ripple in the mist, creating patterns that resemble constellations and galaxies, flickering with soft, ethereal light. The watch's hands, instead of numbers, point to abstract symbols that change fluidly, representing concepts like memory, dreams, and forgotten time. Surrounding the watch, faint echoes of past moments and future possibilities shimmer briefly before dissolving into the mist. The entire scene is a blend of the mechanical and the mystical, evoking a sense of timelessness and the interconnectedness of all things.
    A dark figure sits in a twisted metal cage atop a gnarled dead tree, slowly raising its head to reveal glowing red eyes. Large black birds with bright red eyes hop closer on the branches, flapping their wings and turning their heads sharply to look at the camera. The wind blows through the scene, making the birds' feathers ruffle as they caw loudly. Old crosses and skulls litter the ground below, partially illuminated by two full moons hanging in the cloudy night sky. The camera slowly zooms in on the central figure while circling around the tree, showing more details of the metal parts on its body. Lightning flashes briefly, highlighting the sharp edges of the cage and casting long shadows across the graveyard. The birds suddenly take flight all at once, their wings beating loudly as they circle the cage in a tight formation.
    a mesmerizing, spooky carnival set against a vast, starry night sky where constellations shimmer like diamonds on velvet. The carnival's rides and booths exude an old-fashioned, vintage charm, adorned with ornate wrought iron and faded, colorful banners that flutter in the gentle night breeze. Strings of glowing lanterns and festoon lights drape overhead, casting a warm, golden glow that contrasts with the cool blues and purples of the night. The grand Ferris wheel towers above, turning slowly as its antique carriages sway softly; each carriage is illuminated by flickering Edison bulbs that create a halo effect. Ghostly figures, ethereal and translucent, can be seen riding the elaborately carved carousel horses, which move gracefully to the haunting melody of a distant calliope. The ghosts are dressed in Victorian-era attire, their expressions wistful yet serene. The carnival grounds are filled with intriguing details: a fortune teller's tent with mystical symbols, game booths with vintage prizes, and a popcorn cart emitting curls of scented steam. The atmosphere is a captivating blend of enchantment and eeriness, drawing viewers into the mysterious allure of this otherworldly fairground. Depict this scene in the art style of vintage gothic illustration, incorporating rich textures and intricate linework. Use a color palette that combines deep jewel tones with luminous highlights to enhance the haunting beauty of the carnival.
    aidmaMJ6.1, aidmaimageupgrader, aidmafluxpro1.1, A panoramic view of a vast, fantasy savannah bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn. The landscape is otherworldly yet familiar, with rolling grasslands in hues of shimmering silver and gold, dotted with glowing crystal flowers and alien-like, towering trees. Exotic fantasy wildlife roams the terrain—majestic creatures resembling a mix of gazelles and dragons, vibrant bird-like beings with luminous feathers, and massive, slow-moving creatures with glowing, bioluminescent patterns on their hides. In the distance, a towering mountain radiates blue and purple energy, casting an eerie glow across the land. The energy from the mountain is slowly decaying the nature around it—trees withering, flowers wilting, and patches of the grasslands turning dark and lifeless. The sky is a blend of soft pastel colors, with two suns rising behind the mountain, casting long, dramatic shadows. The level of detail highlights every aspect of this haunting transformation, from the fading flora to the creatures that are affected by the decay, creating an atmosphere of impending doom and magical corruption.
    xiaoqiao,wu,The Moonlit Ruins of the Celestial Garden, A crumbling steampunk garden,adrift in the void,where moonlight filters through shattered stained glass arches,casting soft amethyst and cobalt hues over overgrown paths of glowing moss and broken bronze statues. Massive gears,entwined with vines of luminescent ivy,slowly turn,driven by an unseen force. The air carries a faint melody,a song of a world that no longer exists,mixed with the scent of moon-drenched flowers,aged copper,and distant echoes of an ****** that fell to the stars,
    In a mystical realm of eerie beauty, a mysterious witch stands at the forefront of an epic scenery, her long, dark cloak billowing behind her as she weaves a spell of crystalline transformation, her magical abilities causing the surrounding environment to slowly turn to glass, with trees, rocks, and even the mist-shrouded air itself taking on a delicate, transparent sheen, her eyes aglow with an otherworldly energy, inspired by the dark fantasy of Blizzard's Diablo and the intricate, mystical detail of artists like Simon Stalenhag, Zoltan Boros, and Loish, with a mix of dark, muted colors and vibrant, ethereal lighting, combining the eerie atmosphere of a mystical, ancient world with the sense of foreboding and awe-inspiring wonder of a fantasy RPG.
    Picture a lone, rusted bicycle lying abandoned in the middle of a dense, overgrown forest. The wheels are wrapped in vines that have intertwined with the spokes, turning the bicycle into a strange fusion of metal and nature. The frame is covered in patches of glowing moss, while tiny, luminescent mushrooms sprout from the seat and handlebars. Above, the forest canopy is thick with twisted, ancient trees, their gnarled branches forming complex, organic patterns against a twilight sky. In the distance, faint echoes of children’s laughter and the creak of the bicycle's rusted chain can be heard, creating an eerie, nostalgic atmosphere. The entire scene feels like a forgotten memory, slowly being reclaimed by the earth.
    A hyper-detailed black and white portrait of a tormented man, his face contorted in anguish as his own hands press into his skin, distorting his features in an unnatural, almost surreal manner. The wrinkles and pores of his skin are etched with extraordinary precision, resembling the cracked surface of ancient stone or withered parchment inscribed with forgotten runes. His eyes, caught between squinting and bulging, appear to hold the weight of an unspoken cosmic burden, as if he glimpsed into the abyss of time itself. Faint, ethereal wisps of shadowy tendrils and spectral mist swirl around him, subtly shaping into ghostly faces whispering forgotten knowledge. His hands appear partially petrified, veins and sinews transformed into living obsidian, as if he is slowly turning into stone under an ancient curse. The background is an abstract void, shifting between a celestial nightscape and a storm of ink, accentuating the stark contrast of his tortured expression. Fine scratches and chaotic lines weave through the composition, evoking an almost mythological prophecy carved into reality. The lighting is dramatic and high-contrast, emphasizing the depth of suffering while maintaining an eerie elegance. Rendered in ultra-realistic, 8K resolution, the image blends elements of dark fantasy, surreal horror, and gothic mysticism, creating a hauntingly beautiful depiction of existential agony.
    The Moonlit Ruins of the Celestial Garden A crumbling steampunk garden, adrift in the void, where moonlight filters through shattered stained glass arches, casting soft amethyst and cobalt hues over overgrown paths of glowing moss and broken bronze statues. Massive gears, entwined with vines of luminescent ivy, slowly turn, driven by an unseen force. The air carries a faint melody, a song of a world that no longer exists, mixed with the scent of moon-drenched flowers, aged copper, and distant echoes of an empire that fell to the stars.
    A woman with long, straight pink hair and blunt bangs stands in a tranquil winter landscape, her delicate pink dress adorned with cross-laced details and frills swaying gently in the cold breeze. A red ribbon is tied neatly around her waist, contrasting against the pale hues of her attire. Over her white shirt, she wears a pinafore dress, the fabric catching traces of snowflakes as they drift from the overcast sky. She holds a frilled white umbrella over her shoulder, its elegant lace edges fluttering in the wind. Her footprints are visible in the snow-covered ground, leading up to where she stands near an old wooden fence that separates her from a vast, open mountain landscape. A lone windmill in the distance turns slowly against the backdrop of a bright blue sky with sparse clouds. Shadows stretch across the crisp white snow, giving depth to the scenery. Her expression is serene, lost in thought, as she gazes at the breathtaking view ahead. Her medium-length dress sways lightly with the passing breeze, the long sleeves of her outfit slightly dusted with snow. The winter air is crisp, carrying the faint sound of rustling trees and the distant creak of the windmill’s blades. Though alone in this moment, the world around her is alive with quiet beauty. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts, hkmagic, vantablack <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.7> <lora:Soft_Pastels_Anime_-_FLUX:1.0>
    a small, adorable tiger cub sitting on an open human palm while the cub slowly turns its head to look around, its tiny ears slightly twitching as it does so, and the human palm adjusts its position subtly. The camera focuses on the cub and remains still for a micro focused shot.
    A close up of a woman slowly turning to stone
    in the style of ckra, A weathered cyborg slowly turns his head to face the camera, revealing his striking half-mechanical face. He leans forward slightly, his one human eye staring directly at the viewer while his other eye—covered with a mechanical implant—remains closed, glinting with a soft blue light. His thin lips part into a subtle smile, exposing sharp, metallic teeth that catch the dim light. Tubes and wires protrude from his wrinkled skin, pulsing with neon blue energy that illuminates the deep creases and scars on his face, especially the prominent one cutting across his right eye. The camera zooms in slowly on his weathered features, highlighting the barcode tattoo near his temple and the carefully trimmed white mustache and beard that frame his jaw. Behind him, there's only darkness—a pure black backdrop that makes his glowing cybernetic parts stand out even more dramatically. As the camera gets closer, small details become visible: old rusted components alongside newer tech, a corporate logo etched into his neck plate, and thin cables connecting to ports along his temples. The lighting remains low and atmospheric, casting shadows that emphasize the boundary between man and machine.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A glowing, emerald-green dragon’s eye, perfectly embedded in the center of an ornate, antique pocket watch, lying on the forest floor beneath a towering oak tree. The eye pulsates with a subtle, inner light, casting eerie green reflections on the watch’s golden casing. The watch’s face is cracked, and tiny gears can be seen through the fissures, slowly turning as if the eye is powering the entire mechanism. The forest around is shrouded in mist, with beams of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above, illuminating the watch and making the eye’s glow more pronounced. Small, delicate ferns have started to grow around the watch, their tips glowing faintly in response to the eye’s energy. The entire scene feels like a moment frozen in time, where nature and magic have merged seamlessly. The contrast between the ordinary watch and the extraordinary eye creates a captivating image of mystery and wonder. (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>
    In a mystical realm of eerie beauty, a mysterious wizard stands at the forefront of an epic scenery, his long, dark cloak billowing behind him as he weaves a spell of crystalline transformation, his magical abilities causing the surrounding environment to slowly turn to glass, with trees, rocks, and even the mist-shrouded air itself taking on a delicate, transparent sheen, his eyes aglow with an otherworldly energy, inspired by the dark fantasy of Blizzard's Diablo and the intricate, mystical detail of artists like Simon Stalenhag, Zoltan Boros, and Loish, with a mix of dark, muted colors and vibrant, ethereal lighting, combining the eerie atmosphere of a mystical, ancient world with the sense of foreboding and awe-inspiring wonder of a fantasy RPG.
    A lighthouse stands on a jagged cliff, its beam of light flickering like a dying flame. The light isn’t natural—it comes from the hollowed chest of a massive corpse impaled on the spire, its ribs glowing faintly as dark energy seeps into the air. Beneath the lighthouse, the ocean churns with eldritch forms, their eyes reflecting the pale glow. A lone figure climbs the spiral staircase inside, their footsteps echoing as whispers grow louder with each step. At the top, the corpse’s head turns slowly toward them, its mouth forming a grotesque smile as the light flickers brighter.
    A decrepit chapel stands alone in a snow-covered forest, its windows glowing faintly with crimson light. Inside, an audience of human-sized marionettes sits motionless in pews, their wooden faces twisted into expressions of anguish. Above them, a massive skeletal chandelier creaks as it spins, its chains attached to a single robed figure in the center of the room. The figure’s hands twitch, controlling the strings of the marionettes, forcing them to perform grotesque rituals. As the viewer steps inside, the marionettes slowly turn their heads toward them, their eyes clicking open, filled with malevolent life. aidmaMJ6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1
    In the centre of this wide-angle professional candid shot, a pretty adolescent girl in frilly short Victorian dress and lace bonnet stands in the middle of paved street, reading a thick old book. The girl's eyes are glowing with enthusiasm, her pouted lips are parted in an enthusiastic smile; the book emits faint, but widespread amber glow. Around the girl, everything that was on the street-gentlemen with top hats and canes, cheeky flower girls, a cab with a horse harnessed to it, street boys, stray dogs, a distraught cat-is slowly rising into the air, turning over, screaming and cursing. The girl sees and hears nothing; the book took up all her attention.
    The Amethyst & Silver Moonlit Greenhouse (Ethereal, Mystical, and Otherworldly) A lavender-hued steampunk ballroom, bathed in soft silver moonlight streaming through an elaborate domed ceiling, where intricate silver gears turn slowly to shift massive glass panels. The walls are wrapped in twisting wisteria and ghostly white roses, illuminated by glowing violet orbs encased in delicate filigree cages. The tables, intricately designed with silver vines and crystal inlays, reflect the flickering light of floating candle-like lanterns. The scent of lavender, sage, and ancient spellbooks drifts through the air, evoking a mood of quiet magic and dreamy serenity.
    Lady Maria moves with deadly grace in the heart of battle, her twin blades, Rakuyo, gleaming as they slice through the air with lightning speed. She leaps from the center of the Astral Clocktower, her black coat billowing behind her, the wide brim of her hat casting a sharp shadow over her fierce, determined eyes. Blood sprays across the dimly lit room as her blades cut through her enemies, each movement precise and fluid, a masterful dance of death. Her silver hair, streaked with crimson, flows behind her like a banner, and her eyes, burning with cold fury, lock onto her next target. The massive gears of the clocktower turn slowly in the background, ticking ominously as if marking each deadly strike. Blood arcs in the air as her blades glow faintly with a supernatural light, reflecting the moonlight streaming in from the high windows. The entire scene pulses with the raw energy of combat, capturing the moment Maria unleashes her full, terrifying power.
    Capture a photograph with a cinematic composition, featuring natural lighting that creates soft, diffused highlights and rich shadows, inspired by Rembrandt’s use of contrast. The image should exhibit a matte finish with a subtle grain reminiscent of traditional film photography, adding a tactile, organic texture. Use a medium focal length to create a balanced perspective, capturing the subject –A man with the head of an elephant sketches intently in a weathered notebook on a park bench. The soft, overcast light diffuses evenly across his rough, textured skin. At the sound of our arrival, his large, flapping ear swivels, and his head slowly turns toward us, pencil paused mid-stroke. From the close-up profile, his deep-set eyes meet ours, his massive form contrasting with the fragile notebook in his hands.– with a shallow depth of field that softly blurs the background, directing focus on intricate details. The framing is precise yet natural, drawing the eye toward the subject while incorporating surrounding elements that add depth and context. Colors are muted and understated, avoiding saturation, to enhance the timeless quality of the photograph.
    The Nebula Garden of Bioluminescent Bloom A twilight ballroom suspended in the void, where glowing vines twist like constellations, their leaves shimmering with stardust and moonstone. Enormous, clockwork sunflowers, their petals forged from brass and sapphire, slowly turn to follow the ethereal glow of a levitating crystal sun. The walls are adorned with woven tapestries of living moss and gold-dusted ivy, their surfaces shifting with ancient celestial glyphs. The scent of night-blooming honeysuckle, charred oak, and something cosmic and sweet lingers in the cool, starry air.
    A young stunn1ng blonde woman dressed in a conservative church-going skirt and sweater enters the dimly lit interior of a strip club. She is met by the bouncer, who checks her ID before leading her to a secluded corner where she removes her outerwear to reveal a black satin corset top with red lace trim, matching shorts, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled boots. As she sits down, the DJ begins to play a track from Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" album, and the sound of clinking beer bottles and whispers fill the air. The blonde, who goes by the stage name of "Sin", moves gracefully across the stage, her long platinum hair swaying to the beat as she slowly removes her corset top, revealing a tattoo of Satan on her bare chest. She then grabs the pole and begins to spin seductively, teasing the crowd with glimpses of flesh through the gaps in her clothing. As the song comes to an end, she moves towards the next stage where a group of men are sitting, eagerly awaiting their turn to be entertained.
    A decrepit chapel stands alone in a snow-covered forest, its windows glowing faintly with crimson light. Inside, an audience of human-sized marionettes sits motionless in pews, their wooden faces twisted into expressions of anguish. Above them, a massive skeletal chandelier creaks as it spins, its chains attached to a single robed figure in the center of the room. The figure’s hands twitch, controlling the strings of the marionettes, forcing them to perform grotesque rituals. As the viewer steps inside, the marionettes slowly turn their heads toward them, their eyes clicking open, filled with malevolent life. aidmaMJ6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1
    CAMERA CIRCLING A MAN WITH A FLAMING HEAD AND A BATMAN EMBLEM ON HIS CRIME FIGHTING SUIT, SLOWLY HIS WHOLE BODY TURNS TO FIRE THEN HE SHOOTS UP INTO THE AIR TO FLY AWAY ON FIRE, LEAVING A SCORCHED IMPRINT ON THE EARTH BEHIND, HIGHEST QUALITY, BEST RESOLUTION, HIRES, IMPRESSIVER, EDGY, SUPERHERO MOVIE, COOL
    The scene unfolds from behind a young woman, her silhouette framed by the vibrant blue sky above. She wears an aqua-colored cape that billows gently in the wind, adding an ethereal feel to her presence. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back, partially concealed by a blue hat, creating a soft contrast against the backdrop of nature and old-world charm. She is standing in an outdoor setting, her figure positioned in front of a quaint, rustic house with a weathered brick wall. A picket fence stretches beside her, where ivy climbs, winding around the posts. The grass beneath her feet is lush and green, with occasional splashes of colorful flowers in bloom—red and orange hues adding warmth to the scene. In her hands, she holds an open book, perhaps reading or preparing for a spell, as a faint sparkle surrounds her. A staff rests by her side, complementing her enchanting, almost mystical look. The wind rustles her clothes and her medium-length hair as she stands still, gazing at the scenery. Beyond her, the outline of a distant forest merges with the horizon, completing the calm and serene atmosphere. Above, a few clouds drift lazily across the sky, and in the distance, a faint silhouette of a windmill turns slowly, powered by a gentle breeze. A small path runs nearby, leading towards a beautiful water wheel, completing the rural, fairy-tale-like landscape. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m, detailmaximizer, mythp0rt, ne0nfant4sy, drkfnts, hkmagic, vantablack <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.7> <lora:Dreamy_Illustrations_FLUX_LoRA-000001:0.7>
    in the style of ckra, A weathered cyborg slowly turns his head to face the camera, revealing his striking half-mechanical face. He leans forward slightly, his one human eye staring directly at the viewer while his other eye—covered with a mechanical implant—remains closed, glinting with a soft blue light. His thin lips part into a subtle smile, exposing sharp, metallic teeth that catch the dim light. Tubes and wires protrude from his wrinkled skin, pulsing with neon blue energy that illuminates the deep creases and scars on his face, especially the prominent one cutting across his right eye. The camera zooms in slowly on his weathered features, highlighting the barcode tattoo near his temple and the carefully trimmed white mustache and beard that frame his jaw. Behind him, there's only darkness—a pure black backdrop that makes his glowing cybernetic parts stand out even more dramatically. As the camera gets closer, small details become visible: old rusted components alongside newer tech, a corporate logo etched into his neck plate, and thin cables connecting to ports along his temples. The lighting remains low and atmospheric, casting shadows that emphasize the boundary between man and machine.
    Nocturnal poetry: Dressed in the whitest silver you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But still... Solitude's upon my skin A Life that's bound by the chains of reality Would you let me be your Endymion? I would Bathe in your moonlight and slumber in peace Enchanted by your kiss in forever sleep But until we unite I live for that night Wait for time Two souls entwine In the break of new dawn My hope is forlorn Shadows they will fade But I'm always in the shade Without you... Serene and silent sky Rays of moon are dancing with the tide A perfect sight, a world devine And I... The loneliest child alive Always waiting, searching for my rhyme I'm still alone in the dead of night Silent I lie with a smile on my face Appearance deceives and the silence betrays As I wait for the time My dream comes alive Always out of sight But never out of mind And under waning moon Still I long for you Alone against the light Solitude am I In the end I'm enslaved by my dream In the end there's no soul who'd bleed for me Hidden from daylight I'm sealed in my cave Trapped in a dream that is slowly turning to nightmare, Where I'm all alone Venial is life when you're but a dream, The book is still open the pages as empty as me, CAICO
    ((anime art style)), painting, high_resolution isometric, trending on artstation ), art, painting, expressive, fine art, visual art, composition, saturation, hue, sunlight filters through the broken beams of an old farmhouse, casting soft shadows on weathered wooden floors and ivy-covered walls. The crumbling doorway frames a vast meadow stretching into the distance, bursting with golden poppies, violet lupines, and swaying bluebells. A gentle breeze rustles the tall grass, sending petals drifting lazily through the air. Beyond the wildflowers, rolling hills give way to a lone windmill turning slowly beneath a sky brushed with pastel clouds. Distant trees sway at the horizon, their silhouettes softened by the golden afternoon light, blending rustic decay with the meadows dreamlike serenity
    The Brass & Ivy Ballroom of Forgotten Time A steampunk botanical ballroom frozen in time, where the remnants of a bygone Victorian age are slowly being reclaimed by nature. Towering riveted copper columns, wrapped in vines and delicate white roses, support a massive, stained-glass ceiling, where intricate clockwork mechanisms slowly turn, controlling light-diffusing panels that shift with the sun. The floor is a black-and-gold inlaid mosaic, half-covered in overgrown moss and scattered petals. In the center, a massive bronze clock lies tilted and forgotten, its gears still slowly ticking as ivy snakes through its mechanisms. Plush deep green velvet chaises and clawfoot chairs are arranged around low brass tables, their surfaces cluttered with Victorian trinkets, magnifying glasses, and old maps of lost airship routes. Hanging Edison bulbs encased in glass orbs float like fireflies, casting a warm glow over antique bookshelves overtaken by climbing vines. A giant, steam-powered organ, its pipes covered in creeping ivy, occasionally releases a low hum as hidden gears grind beneath the ballroom floor. The scent of aged parchment, oil, and damp earth fills the air, creating an ambiance of melancholic beauty and forgotten grandeur.
    Frosted glass style,wu,The Moonlit Ruins of the Celestial Garden,A crumbling steampunk garden,adrift in the void,where moonlight filters through shattered stained glass arches,casting soft amethyst and cobalt hues over overgrown paths of glowing moss and broken bronze statues. Massive gears,entwined with vines of luminescent ivy,slowly turn,driven by an unseen force. The air carries a faint melody,a song of a world that no longer exists,mixed with the scent of moon-drenched flowers,aged copper,and distant echoes of an ****** that fell to the stars,
    A macro shot of a beautiful woman’s eye, its iris a stunning, vivid color—perhaps a deep emerald green or a rich hazel—framed by long, dark lashes. The eye is captivating at first glance, radiating warmth and life. But as the focus sharpens, a mesmerizing detail emerges: tiny, luminescent lights of various bright colors—electric blue, neon pink, vibrant green—float and swirl within the fluid of her eye. They move slowly, almost dreamily, their glow reflecting off the inner surfaces of her eye, creating a surreal, otherworldly effect. The contrast between the natural beauty of her eye and the unnatural, radiant lights within is both enchanting and unsettling. The delicate veins in the sclera are visible, and the reflection of light on the surface of her eye adds to the ethereal quality of the scene. The background is blurred, but hints of a futuristic or fantastical environment can be seen—perhaps a cityscape bathed in neon lights or a starry night sky. The lighting is soft yet vivid, emphasizing the glow of the luminescent particles within her eye. Her skin around the eye is flawless, adding to the dissonance between her natural beauty and the mysterious, almost alien presence within. The tiny lights twist and turn, their movements hypnotic, as if they are alive and aware of being observed. The image is both fascinating and haunting, a blend of beauty and the unknown. The woman’s expression is unseen, but the eye itself seems to convey a mix of wonder and melancholy, as if it holds secrets of a world beyond our understanding. The luminescent lights within her eye create a stark contrast to the natural beauty of her gaze, making the scene unforgettable.
    The Rift Garden of the Forgotten Eclipse A grand hall where nature and celestial magic intertwine, its gilded ceiling cracked open to reveal a churning nebula, showering the space in shifting hues of deep violet and emerald green. Massive ferns, flowering vines, and golden ivy spill from the cracks, framing enormous bronze-framed windows where ghostly silhouettes pass by. The walls feature biophilic murals of celestial forests and ancient god-trees, glowing softly as if alive. In the center, a floating brass sundial overgrown with ivy turns slowly, its shadow bending against the laws of physics. The air smells of night-blooming jasmine, damp wood, and something ethereal—like the breath of a sleeping deity.
    A solitary white duck stands prominent on the weathered platform of an abandoned train station, its back turned to the viewer so that the focus shifts to the long, gleaming rails stretching out toward a distant vanishing point, where a distant train is slowly pulling away into the night. Rendered in a limited, film noir-inspired color palette, the scene exudes a quiet melancholy with deep shadows and muted tones. Soft ambient light cascades over the metallic rails, casting a distinct, shimmering reflection that guides the viewer’s eye along the tracks. The lettering " sigh " appears in a thin, typewriter-style font just above the duck’s head. The entire composition, with its subtle interplay of light and shadow and its nod to classic street photography, evokes a timeless sense of isolation and nostalgia. in the style of cksc, DB4RZ, aidmafluxpro1.1, Anime art
    The girl slowly turns her front body towards the viewer, her serene expression contrasting with the vibrant colors, as Asian-style fireworks blooming in the night sky. The camera remains stationary
    The Amber & Bronze Twilight Conservatory (Warm, Mystical, and Dreamy) A grand botanical ballroom bathed in deep amber and bronze hues, as the last light of dusk filters through stained-glass panels, casting copper and gold reflections onto polished mahogany floors. Brass chandeliers glow softly, their intricate gears slowly turning. Firefly-like mechanical lanterns hover, illuminating lush hanging ferns and cascading ivy. The air is filled with the scent of old parchment, spiced chai, and autumn leaves, evoking a feeling of cozy mystery and old-world magic.
    A captivating photograph of the Dutch countryside at golden hour, featuring a serene tulip field in the foreground where pristine white tulips dominate, interspersed with vibrant red tulips arranged in the shape of a heart. At the center of this heart, a young couple enjoys a romantic picnic, lying on a soft blanket and leaning into each other, their expressions radiating love and contentment. The soft, golden light bathes the scene, casting gentle shadows that accentuate the delicate textures of the tulip petals and lush green stems. Beyond the field, a tranquil body of water reflects the warm hues of the sky and surrounding landscape, adding depth and serenity. On the far bank, a traditional windmill with weathered wooden panels and slowly turning blades stands as a timeless centerpiece, accompanied by a charming red-roofed cottage nestled among leafy trees. The sky above glows in soft shades of blue and peach, with wispy clouds catching the last rays of sunlight, creating an atmosphere of quiet romance and nostalgia. The harmonious composition of natural beauty and tender human connection evokes feelings of love and serenity. Tags: romantic lighting, golden hour photography, serene countryside.
    A dark plague spreads across the land, turning everything it touches into twisted shadows. The sky is perpetually covered in thick, black clouds, and the once-thriving towns are now abandoned husks, their buildings overrun by creeping black vines. People who once lived here are now nothing but hollow husks, their bodies slowly turning into shadowy figures that roam aimlessly. In the center of the town, an ancient temple stands, its doors cracked open, revealing a dark force within. A lone survivor, holding a cursed blade, stands ready to face the entity behind the plague, knowing that to defeat it, they must sacrifice everything they have left.
    in the style of ckra, A weathered cyborg slowly turns his head to face the camera, revealing his striking half-mechanical face. He leans forward slightly, his one human eye staring directly at the viewer while his other eye—covered with a mechanical implant—remains closed, glinting with a soft blue light. His thin lips part into a subtle smile, exposing sharp, metallic teeth that catch the dim light. Tubes and wires protrude from his wrinkled skin, pulsing with neon blue energy that illuminates the deep creases and scars on his face, especially the prominent one cutting across his right eye. The camera zooms in slowly on his weathered features, highlighting the barcode tattoo near his temple and the carefully trimmed white mustache and beard that frame his jaw. Behind him, there's only darkness—a pure black backdrop that makes his glowing cybernetic parts stand out even more dramatically. As the camera gets closer, small details become visible: old rusted components alongside newer tech, a corporate logo etched into his neck plate, and thin cables connecting to ports along his temples. The lighting remains low and atmospheric, casting shadows that emphasize the boundary between man and machine.
    Improved cinematic photo, 35mm photograph, film, professional, 4k, highly detailed, aidmaMJ6.1, A colossal clock tower made of glass, suspended upside-down in the sky, The tower is intricately constructed, with transparent glass gears visible within its structure, turning slowly and emitting faint pulses of golden light. The numbers on the clock face glow softly, shifting and reforming as though keeping time across multiple dimensions. The sky surrounding the tower is a vivid gradient of sunset hues—fiery oranges, deep purples, and soft pinks—dotted with scattered clouds that reflect the warm light from the glowing tower. The upside-down tower seems to hover weightlessly, its peak pointing toward a vast, glistening ocean far below. Tiny flocks of birds circle the tower, adding a sense of scale, while shimmering beams of light extend outward, as if the tower itself is radiating energy. The reflection of the tower appears faintly on the ocean's surface below, distorted by gentle ripples. The scene exudes a sense of mystery and awe, blending elements of fantasy, architecture, and surrealism.
    famous artwork, award-winning hyper-realistic digital illustration, highly aesthetic, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, high resolution, uhd, 8k, dramatic, epic, meticulous, accurate, at night, dim lighting, low angle of view, dynamic, perfect symmetry, turning elder keys, latches unlock, stare upon visions of dread, faces of istehar, pieces falling from patterned skies, countless patterns forming, myriad, prospects shaped from stygian lies, lies segmenting slowly, myriad, shifting forms, cryptic inscriptions, galactic nebula, cyclopean tomb, star-born entity, ancient beyond time, endless chasm, lurking shadows, lovecraftian, cthulhu mythos, ovg, arsmoviestill, 80s fantasy movie still, r3alisticf, <lora:style-skooldaze_fantasy_portrait-flux-by_skylar1023:0.56> <lora:style-80s_fantasy_movie-v3-flux-by_arsmachina:0.88> <lora:mythic_fantasy-realistic-flux-by_velvets:1.0> A stark, monochromatic scene of a vast, barren desert. The sky is an oppressive shade of black, devoid of celestial bodies, except for three towering, fiery letters spelling "NIHIL!" in an archaic font. These letters stand like skyscrapers, crafted from the void, their flaming edges casting a sinister glow over the ash-like dunes. In the foreground, a solitary figure in a tattered cloak stands with their back to the viewer, motionless against the nihilistic backdrop. Their shadow stretches dramatically, merging with the darkness beneath the letters, a physical manifestation of the Latin exclamation of nothingness.
    the whole shot is brimming with magic. All lights are animated. The girl slowly turns her face to the viewer with a subtle sad look
    The Forsaken Observatory – The Watchers' Ruin *"A ruined observatory stands atop a jagged cliff, its massive telescope pointed at a sky filled with broken constellations. The brass mechanisms still move, turning slowly with a mind of their own. Ancient tomes litter the floors, filled with frantic writings about a celestial being that has already arrived. The last page is always blank, but when read under moonlight, a single phrase appears: ‘It sees you now.’”
    A young woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat adorned with decorative pins slowly turns her head, her piercing gaze focused intently. She holds a fluffy orange cat close to her, the feline's eyes locked onto the camera as the scene shifts between a close-up and a wider view, creating a sense of intimacy and mystery. cinematic_octane
    A young woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat adorned with decorative pins slowly turns her head, her piercing gaze focused intently. She holds a fluffy orange cat close to her, the feline's eyes locked onto the camera as the scene shifts between a close-up and a wider view, creating a sense of intimacy and mystery. cinematic_octane

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