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    Desolate landscape, palette is darkest black, purple and bright red, white. touches of blue, destroyed spaceship, crater, wires and pipes sticking out, wires and pipes on the ground, swirling circle clouds, dense cloudse circular, bright red sad, pointy wings of the ship, silhouettes below the huge ship waiting to depart, crowd of people in the bright orange spacesuits, whole picture is filled with dim smoke, black smoke dense, skies are filled with smoke, purple planets in the sky, sci-fi lines, white lines in the sky, bright red desert scene, desolate, intricate and detailed ship black ship with red lines, damaged ship planted into the sand,
    A gritty, neon-drenched portrait of a cyberpunk bounty hunter set against the backdrop of a rain-soaked cityscape, where the boundaries between man and machine are blurred. The hunter's face is etched with lines and creases, their piercing eyes seeming to bore into your soul as they assess your worthiness. Their cybernetic enhancements - a glowing eye implant and sleek mechanical arm - testify to their unwavering dedication to their craft. Tactical clothing made from supple leather and cutting-edge materials hugs the hunter's physique, accentuating their toned muscles and strategically placed pockets, belts, and armor pieces that tell a story of battles fought and won. As their gaze meets yours, you feel a shiver run down your spine - it's as if they're sizing you up, weighing your worthiness to bear witness to their commitment. The weight of that responsibility is palpable, like a physical force pressing against your chest. Their long, dark coat billows behind them like a storm cloud as they move through the city streets, a high-tech weapon partially obscured within its folds, waiting for the moment when it will be unleashed with deadly precision. In this world, time itself seems fluid and malleable - hours blend into days, and years hang heavy in the air. The rain pounds against the pavement like a thousand tiny drums, each drop landing with a rhythmic beat that's both mesmerizing and unnerving. The cityscape is a kaleidoscope of neon lights and dark shadows, where skyscrapers pierce the sky like shards of broken glass. Flashes of bright light cut through the darkness, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. As you stand there, frozen in awe, the bounty hunter begins to move - their movements economical and precise, like a machine designed for maximum efficiency. They glide through the city streets with ease, leaving behind a trail of subtle ripples that distort the air around them. Their coat flows behind them like a dark cloak, billowing in the wind as they move with an unnerving silence - no footsteps, no rustling of fabric, just a smooth, fluid motion that belies their true nature: that of a high-tech predator stalking its prey through the urban jungle.
    A hyper-realistic, 8k image of human size bee, operating the cash register at a busy supermarket. The bee's body is covered in fine, velvety hairs, and its golden-black stripes glisten under the artificial lighting of the store. Its large compound eyes focus intently on the task, while its delicate wings remain still, slightly twitching. One of its front legs hovers over the cash register keys, pressing buttons with surprising precision, while another leg grasps a receipt, ready to hand it to a customer.he is wearing the blue supermarket uniform with his identification that says "FLUX" The background shows a typical supermarket scene, with colorful products lining the shelves and a line of shoppers waiting. The fluorescent lights cast a bright but sterile glow across the scene, reflecting off the bee’s glossy wings and the polished surface of the register. The contrast between the bee’s natural, organic form and the cold, mechanical environment of the supermarket creates a surreal yet oddly believable atmosphere, as though this insect is just another diligent worker at the end of a long shift.Cinematic Shot
    by Dan Mumford and Artgerm, awardwinning Spray paint style, Intricate and futurrealistic environments, where swirl lines blur across the ground in stark red-green landscapes dance together. As an unsey end of this preconceived storm rolls forward. This dreamful adventure takes place beneath the surface, filld up entirely before the viewer, with crystal walls and wind-swept ruins that blends into reality itself by its unexpected energy of imagination and mystery in perfect synchromes like the colors in motion above it! A small oasis, filled in shadow clouds that sparkle under its immense size and warmth as we explore the wonderous land of Surscape: Adventure begins, waiting as you contemplatively find your first encounter. It't about going on or embarkping over such iconic symbols, but what can make these incredible stories unforgettable. Foggy, shallow depth of field, Magic Realism, Grim, Icepunk, rim light, L USM, Grayscale
    sharply dressed man stands confidently near a floor-to-ceiling window, his tailored suit accentuating his commanding presence. With his hands clasped firmly behind his back, he gazes intently at the sprawling industrial complex stretching out beneath him. Outside, the early evening light casts a dramatic glow across the landscape, illuminating the towering smokestacks that punctuate the horizon like giants, exhaling plumes of thick, dark smoke that swirl lazily into the dusky sky. The metallic structures of the factory glisten with a steely sheen, reflecting the fading sunlight and contrasting sharply against the deepening blue of the evening. In the background, the hum of machinery and the distant clatter of workers echo softly, filling the air with a sense of industrious energy. The scent of burning oil and heat mixes with the cool breeze filtering through the open window, creating a tactile sensation that is both invigorating and slightly oppressive. The man’s expression is enigmatic—a blend of resolve and contemplation—as he considers the vastness of the industrial world below, pondering his next move amidst the cacophony of human endeavor, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon where ambition meets opportunity. The scene is tinged with an air of anticipation, each moment waiting to unfold with the possibilities that lie just out of sight. <lora:Phlux:0.5> <lora:CinematicStyleFlux_v1:1>
    In a surreal and otherworldly realm, the scenery is dominated by vast expanses of floating land, each piece suspended in the air like majestic islands adrift in the sky. These islands, though separated by great distances, are connected by enormous chains, their massive links stretching across the void, shrouded in a mysterious mist. The chains glint faintly through the clouds, which swirl and drift lazily, mingling with the ever-present fog that clings to the edges of the floating lands. The atmosphere is thick with an ethereal stillness, as if the world itself is holding its breath, waiting for something magical to unfold.
    A retro-futuristic, chrome-plated droid with a human-like body stands against a backdrop of a stylized 1950s diner, complete with checkered floors and turquoise vinyl booths. The droid's body is highly polished, reflecting the diner's neon signs and chrome fixtures. In stark contrast to its metallic body, the droid's head is a perfectly preserved, gleaming white bird skull, giving it an unsettling yet strangely elegant appearance. The droid holds a steaming chrome coffee pot in one hand, as if waiting to serve. The image is rendered in a crisp, illustrative style with vibrant, saturated colors. Focus on the juxtaposition of the chrome body, the bird skull, and the retro diner setting, creating a unique and slightly surreal atmosphere.
    The image depicts a digital artwork of a futuristic scene. At the center, there is a large ornate clock tower with glowing blue accents and intricate designs, with glowing blue patterns and Magic symbols, suggesting advanced technology and magic. The clock face is illuminated and shows a time of 7:40. Surrounding the clock tower are tall, dark buildings with pointed Gothic architecture, adding to the scene’s mysterious atmosphere. In front of the clock tower sits a figure of man with glowing eyes. The man is wearing a hooded cloak and armor with glowing blue accents, suggesting advanced technology or power. The face is obscured by the hood, adding an air of mystery. This figure has glowing blue lines running along their arms, resonating with the energy from the clock tower. The figure’s posture is relaxed yet alert, as if they are guarding or waiting for something significant to happen at this location. The overall color palette is dark with shades of blue and black dominating the scene, punctuated by the bright glow from the clock and the figure’s arms. The artwork combines elements of science fiction and fantasy, creating an intriguing setting that invites viewers to imagine stories behind this moment captured in time.
    A mind-bending depiction of a library devoted to books that have never been written. The space should defy normal architecture, with Escher-like stairs leading to inverted reading nooks and shelves that twist into Möbius strips. Books float in mid-air, their covers shimmering with potential stories. Some volumes open to reveal blank pages that come alive with swirling, misty visions of unwritten tales. Ghostly librarians, made of smoky letters and punctuation marks, guide phantom patrons through the impossible stacks. The lighting should be soft and dreamy, with certain areas illuminated by the glow of ideas waiting to be born. Incorporate elements that play with the concept of negative space, where the absence of text becomes as meaningful as words themselves.
    world of warcraft, Visualize Prince Arthas standing in front of the gates of Stratholme, clad in his shining silver and gold armor, his expression cold and determined. His legendary sword, Frostmourne, glows faintly in his hand, reflecting the darkening sky overhead. Before him, frightened citizens and city guards plead for mercy, but his gaze is fixed on the task ahead—purging the city of the infected. The cobbled streets of Stratholme stretch before him, with buildings aflame in the distance as the culling begins. His soldiers, battle-ready, wait behind him, their faces set with grim determination.
    A bank robber holds up a bank, pointing a gun at the bank teller. He holds a bag with a large dollar sign on it, demanding with a tense voice, 'Put the BUZZ in the bag!' The scene is filled with tension as the robber waits for the teller’s response in the high-stakes moment
    c0mix2, A highly detailed, realistic scene of people queuing in front of a ration store in 1940s London during World War II. The store’s weathered wooden sign reads 'Buzz Available' in bold, slightly faded lettering. A long line of civilians, bundled in heavy wool coats, scarves, and hats, stands patiently in the cold winter air, their breath visible. Some clutch ration books, while others carry burlap sacks and cloth bags, waiting for essentials. The street is bustling with activity—bicycles leaning against lampposts, a tram passing in the distance, and wartime posters plastered on brick walls. Snowflakes drift down, settling on cobblestone streets slick with slush. The atmosphere is a mix of resilience and urgency, as people brace against the wind, exchanging quiet conversations while ration clerks inside prepare supplies. The muted, earthy color palette enhances the era’s historical authenticity
    "Ultra HD, cinematic meme, Shrek as a tech CEO wearing Steve Jobs' signature black turtleneck, standing on a glowing Apple-style presentation stage. Behind him — a huge screen with: Slide 1: "BUZZ 2.0" logo (green onion-shaped 'B') Slide 2: Chart nosediving to 0% with "Your Content" label Slide 3: "NEED MORE BUZZ?" in minimalist Apple font Key details: Shrek holding a cracked iPhone (screen shows "0 BUZZ Points"), his face in dramatic "But wait, there's more!" expression Donkey in the audience wearing "Tech Blogger" press badge, live-tweeting "#SwampKeynote" Fiona facepalming in the front row Gingy as a hype man throwing "BUZZ Coins" at the crowd Style: Apple product launch parody (clean white stage, dramatic spotlight) "One more thing..." slide revealing a "Dragon-Viral Algorithm" 8K, hyper-detailed, (Shrek's ear twitching with confidence:1.3)" Slide zooming into iPhone's 'Swamp Mode' feature (mosquito repellent emoji)" "Shrek dropping a "BUZZ Pods" (airpods but with firefly larvae)"
    Over the silent decades, veiled from sight, I stagger, intoxicated, leaving this mortal coil. My soul, a mossy casket, cradles ancient secrets, A fragment lost to the eons’ relentless toil. In love, I sway to an unfinished melody, Notes suspended, waiting for completion. Pity and fate intertwine, filling my cup, The poetic wine spills, staining my perception. Why, then, this drunkenness with your lover? If you hold the answers, why the vow’s delay? Perhaps eternity whispers its riddles, And we, mere mortals, stumble along the way. watercolor painting, vibrant, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, digital artwork, Impressionism, impressionist painting, loose brushwork, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, kk_wcolor, watercolor painting
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, Image of the maintenance mode for Civitai in sarcastic humor, the administration reassures that maintenance is currently underway, sit down and relax, it won't take long, we analyze your posts from the perspective of "everyone" think that this time is nothing for eternity, make dinner, walk the dog, take a shower. Consistency continues, we recommend the low-cost airline "civit around the world" book a ticket and fly around the world now, we assure you that upon your return, the maintenance will be almost complete... a skeleton with a "face-palm" sitting against a rock wall on plane cargo case, above it a sign carved in the rock: ""(maintenance in progress) ("relax it won't take long") ("patience is the key to peace.") ("Meditate like Buddha!" ​​is a new edition of the Civitai handbook - the art of waiting) ("what's the devil's fault, hurry slowly, when you're in a hurry the devil is happy." good one ya?) ("civit- forever" airlines recommend cheap tickets to around the world, buy now and travel the world at the speed of maintenance!),""
    A stunning photo showcasing exceptional quality, a teen girl with ginger hair, adorned with headphones. Set against a blurry city background. She wears a tight white dress decorated with cute print, complemented by red lipstick and black mascara. Her medium-length hair flows, and her hand rests gracefully on the headphones, all while pulsating as she waits at a crossing
    The image portrays a dimly lit, atmospheric dungeon or crypt scene. In the foreground, a spectral figure sits on a throne, seemingly in a meditative posture, surrounded by skeletons and remnants of a long-forgotten past. Cobwebs hang from the stone walls, and the floor is uneven with scattered debris. In the background, a faint glow illuminates another part of the space, suggesting a mysterious presence. The text at the bottom reads, "Have patience. Until the time comes...and the roots call to you," adding an element of intrigue and foreboding to the scene. Overall, the ambiance hints at themes of waiting and latent power.
    Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end I'll say these final words my friend At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate So have no fear and don't look back The afterlife awaits An evil shadow followed us on every quest Never to feel joy again was our fate Only misery and death, fear and burning hate Many years have passed now Yet, the curse still lives on And now we rot in a black prison cell Waiting for our true calling in hell. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,Directional Lighting, chiascuro, ,intricate, highly detailed,dark fantasy,pirate aesthetic,surrealism,tenebrism,disturbing,red,black,blue,colorful,deep darks,reflections,epic,tragic,mysterious, otherworldly depth. high contrast dark fantasy,award-winning,vivid colors,dreamcore
    aidmatextimprover, aidmatextimprover, A giant red and white striped Easter egg is standing in line at the coffee shop, waiting for its latte. The barista looks confused. text: “Eggscuse me, I’m next.”
    ZooPolis art. A cinematic, hyper-detailed close-up of a haunting desert sentinel: a weathered deer skull crowned with towering, spiraled antlers, draped in the ragged pelt of a desert wolf. The figure kneels in the scorching shade of a skeletal palm tree, its bone fingers wrapped around an antique lever-action rifle, barrel still smoking. The wolf’s empty eye sockets align eerily with the skull’s own hollow gaze, as if two spirits share one body. Golden desert light slices through the palm’s withered fronds, casting intricate shadows across the cracked bone and matted fur. The air shimmers with heat, distorting the dunes beyond, where vultures circle something unseen. The scene pulses with silent tension—this is both hunter and hunted, a ghost of the wastes waiting for its next move
    Realistic Anime Style, Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way, Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way, Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain, And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today, And then one day you find ten years have got behind you, No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun, And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking, Racing around to come up behind you again, Sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death <lora:purple-cyberpunk-realm-000016:0.80> <lora:yms-000024:0.35> <lora:Defluxion v1:0.50> <lora:Anime realistic V2:0.65>
    A stealthy orc hunter, covered in mud and foliage for camouflage, lies in wait in a swamp thicket. His bow is drawn, eyes focused on a distant target. The swamp is filled with dense undergrowth and the sounds of unseen creatures, the scene tense and suspenseful, medium shot, muted, shadowy light.
    Interior of a clockmaker's shop, dimly lit with flickering lanterns, shelves filled with clocks of all kinds, brass gears and tools scattered around. The room is small, cluttered, and filled with the ticking of clocks. The atmosphere is quiet, almost timeless. At the counter is a man, Master Veylan, late 60s, tall and slightly hunched, with sharp angular features, deep-set silver-gray eyes, and silver hair combed but slightly tousled. His hands are worn from years of delicate work. He wears a dark, worn coat with frayed edges and a brass pocket watch chain hanging from his chest. He is focused on tightening a tiny silver screw on a pocket watch. A woman enters the shop, tall and cloaked in a long dark coat, face pale beneath her hood. Her eyes are deep and intense, with an almost otherworldly gaze. She stands silently by the counter, observing the clockmaker with quiet presence. Her gloved hands are pale, the gloves worn from use. The atmosphere is one of anticipation and mystery as the woman waits for the clockmaker's attention. The scene is lit by the soft glow of lanterns, casting warm shadows across the room.
    digital artwork by Beksinski, vibrant colors, DnD_Grainyboyz, grainy, noise, 1970’s dark fantasy artwork, dark cyberpunk art, masterpiece, retro style, blue theme, purple theme, I will be there when you fall asleep Protecting your dreams, Snake crawls out everytime, It's waiting at the door already, If we let it in, It will crawl into your mouth,
    snowy_landscapes, painting. Impressionist oil painting of a light snow in spring. The scene is of an early Spring garden. Crocuses have begun bloom in the garden. There are patches of the flowers colored violet, white, and yellow that appear in the garden. A light snow has fallen the night prior, which has caused and ethereal dusting of light white snowflakes to blanket the immediate scene. The garden appears outside of a log cabin on the side of a large hill that overlooks lovely valley. The dawn sun has risen, which casts a large reflection of light on hilltop garden, but leaves the far side of the valley in shadow given the small mountains in the far background. Several small cottages dot the landscape of the valley below. The focus of the piece is the contrast between the lovely early Spring flowers blooming in the garden, and the last futile attempt of winter to cover the landscape with snow. However, the thin blanket of snow will soon melt, providing water and life to the waiting plants below. The work is unsigned. It is an exceptional masterpiece.
    show boots, side view full body view from distant view, Pale female 20years student, standing next to bus station, spanish, very white skin, 1girl, serious, very arrogant expression, salacious expression, pervert gaze, seductive, excited, seductive, (ultra heavy bold dark brown shiny lipstick:1.6), dark lipstick:1.7, dark black-brown hair, very long (one single) braid hairstyle, white skin, very detailed skin, pores, imperfections, dark black-brown eyes, pearl earrings, heavy black eyeshadow:1.6, kayal, heavy makeup, (bold and thick dark steep arched eyebrows:1.6), Seductive look, black laced shirt, see through blouse, large breasts, long black winter-coat:1.6 is very little opened revealing view, black pleated skirt, at a dark corner in the densely populated city center of Paris at nighttime, side view she looks to passing cars stands at sidewalk waiting for a car (cars passing by) to stop and pickup. and she wears black ultra high over the knee suede leather boots:1.6, She looks around inviting and arrogant and in very provocative and explicit way, An old, overweight man approaches In the background, other old men are watching the woman, adjusting themselves, and moving closer, ambient light and rain and fog, distant lights and neon signs, rainy
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    That sad day send you off, What am I waiting for? Silently sucking clouds in the sky, Sad afternoon, rain, cry goodbye. Know what to say at the moment of parting? Half earnest love half change, Half of summer fades on the street, yellow autumn half of this feeling. Leaves are always whispering words of leaves, Sadness still reminds me, Smoke lingers in the cold late night, Floating back to a faraway land. Tonight the rain falls silver moon fade, The deep heart of the street suddenly becomes long, The endless wind blows on the shoulders, Does the rain miss someone? 🌧️🌙 ink painting, ink art, splash, traditional media, classic painting, colorful, scenery, very aesthetic, epic, majestic, fantasy art, dreamy, perspective, moody, magical, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, vivid, vibrant, aidmamj6.1
    A squad of Stormtroopers looms in the foreground, their forms reduced to shadow—faceless enforcers swallowed by darkness. Their armor, once pristine, is now stripped of detail, absorbed into the void of the night. The last dying embers of a sun long set stain the horizon in deep, bruised shades of crimson and violet, casting faint, jagged edges around their silhouettes. No light reflects from their visors. No warmth lingers in the air. They stand motionless, statues of control and obedience, their presence a silent warning carved into the night. Mist coils around their legs like spectral hands, devouring their lower bodies, as if the ground itself seeks to reclaim them. Their blasters hang at their sides, heavy and waiting, the weight of unseen violence pressing against the silence. Behind them, the monolithic shape of a fortress rises from the black abyss, its jagged towers like the broken teeth of some ancient beast. Faint, cold lights flicker from its depths—distant, hollow, watching. The wind carries no sound but a whisper, a suggestion of movement just beyond sight. In this suffocating void, the troopers do not breathe, do not shift. They simply exist, an immovable wall between order and the abyss.
    A lone Mandalorian bounty hunter looms in the foreground, his beskar armor swallowing the last dying light of a sun long set. The deep, bruised shades of crimson and violet stain the horizon, casting jagged edges around his imposing silhouette. His helmet—featureless, expressionless—reflects nothing, a cold void where a face should be. No warmth lingers in the air. Mist coils around his legs like spectral hands, devouring the ground beneath him, as if the planet itself seeks to reclaim him. His gloved fingers rest lightly on the worn grip of his blaster, the weapon hanging heavy at his side, waiting. The weight of unseen violence presses against the silence, coiled and patient. Behind him, the monolithic shape of a fortress rises from the black abyss, its jagged towers like the broken teeth of some ancient beast. Faint, cold lights flicker from within—distant, hollow, watching. The wind carries no sound but a whisper, a suggestion of movement just beyond sight. The Mandalorian does not shift, does not breathe—he simply exists, a relentless force of fate standing between survival and the abyss.
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a vast canyon, the sound of war pipes echoes off the red stone walls as a clan of warriors marches in unison across the dusty ground. The piper, a tall, lean figure with bronze skin and glowing green eyes, stands atop a boulder, his instrument wailing a high, eerie tune that sends shivers through the hearts of all who hear it. His wild, flame-colored hair whips in the wind, and his eyes gleam with fierce determination as he directs the army below. The pipes themselves are carved from bone, and each note seems to carry the weight of ancient battles long since forgotten. Around him, the canyon is alive with the sound of marching feet, the rhythmic beat of drums, and the metallic clang of weapons being prepared for battle. Dust rises in great clouds as the army moves forward, their faces set in grim determination, following the haunting call of the pipes. Above, vultures circle lazily in the blue sky, waiting for the battle to begin. The sound of the pipes weaves through the canyon like a living thing, rising and falling with the wind, a call to arms that cannot be ignored. (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>
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    An extreme Comic book vintage in the style of ck-ovf, wide shot of a beautiful female ninja, in a nocturnal village setting inspired by the Edo period. crescent moon in background. The scene captures the motion of strong winds, swirling leaves, Wearing dark ultra tight velvet ninja uniform, ninja mask, ultra detailed uniform, The ninjai stands with both hands resting lightly on the hilts of her wakizashi, her stance relaxed and composed while looking away, waiting for the enemy, RPG Style, EdoEraAnime
    Create an intricately detailed, hyper-realistic head-and-shoulders portrait of an aging, cracked Victorian-era porcelain and paper-mâché doll. She is small in stature, no bigger than a small child and peers around the edge of a dark wooden doorway, her delicate porcelain fingers barely visible as they grip the frame. A deep, jagged crack splits her forehead, and her glossy black void-like eyes lock onto the viewer with a sinister, knowing grin. A cold, unnatural glow from behind silhouettes her figure, casting an eerie halo around her wild, dust-matted curls. Her once-elegant Victorian gown, adorned with tattered lace and intricate embroidery, clings to her fragile frame, the frayed edges barely catching the dim light. The peeling wallpaper behind her reveals darkened wood panels, their surfaces warped with time. Wisps of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the unsettling backlight, as faint whispers seem to emanate from the shadowed hallway beyond. The air is thick with haunting elegance, a perfect balance of beauty and creeping dread as she lingers in the doorway, watching… waiting.
    A serene, mystical forest bathed in a soft, golden light, where tall, ancient trees stretch toward the sky, their dense foliage allowing just enough sunlight to filter through in delicate beams. At the center of the scene, partially concealed by overgrown vines and moss, stands an ancient stone temple, its weathered walls covered in intricate carvings. The structure exudes a sense of forgotten history and mystery, with stone steps leading up to an arched entrance that is bathed in a warm glow. The forest floor is lush with ferns and wildflowers, and the air feels thick with magic and tranquility. The atmosphere is peaceful, yet there is an underlying sense of something sacred and timeless. A light mist clings to the ground, adding an ethereal quality to the scene, as if the forest itself is alive with ancient secrets waiting to be uncovered.
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...". A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (((masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)))
    The Weeping Basilica – A Cathedral of Endless Lament "A massive, crumbling basilica stands in the center of a desolate wasteland, its golden domes tarnished and shattered. Enormous statues of long-forgotten saints line the halls, their faces eroded into sorrowful expressions. The air is thick with the sound of distant, echoing weeping, though no one is present. Above, the sky is torn open, revealing a cosmic void where a colossal, luminous eye watches—unblinking, waiting."
    This image is a detailed digital impressionistic painting depicting a serene, autumnal street scene. The focal point is a multi-story, blue-gray stone building with a steep, dark blue roof and several windows illuminated warmly from within, suggesting a cozy interior. The building has an ornate, slightly Gothic architectural style, with decorative stone details and a small, arched entrance at the base, flanked by two stone pillars. 1girl, short wavy brown hair, green eyes, full lips, large breasts, wearing a crop black wool poncho, beige ruffled micro skirt, white wool leg warmers, and black patent leather shoes, slim waist, wide hips, standing under a rain, waiting for the car, overcast sky, raindrops visible, In the foreground, a narrow, cobblestone street curves gently to the left, lined with a few fallen autumn leaves and a vintage-style street lamp. To the left of the street, a large, bare-branched tree with vibrant orange and yellow leaves stands prominently, its branches extending over the street. The tree's trunk and branches are intricately detailed, showcasing the artist's skill in capturing texture.
    Score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, queue of people impatiently waiting to get into heaven, pearly heaven gates, anger starting to erupt, large lit up sign on the gates saying maintenance, under maintenance focus, humour image, clouds, angels flying in the background
    A vast, desolate desert stretches endlessly, where the golden sands shimmer with an almost unnatural glow under a haunting, clouded sky. The landscape is shaped by the relentless winds, which whip up shifting dunes that form and collapse in a mesmerizing yet unsettling rhythm. The sand feels alive, as though it holds secrets buried deep within, pulsating with subtle patterns that seem to trace forgotten paths. A spectral fog clings to the sand, swirling in an eerie dance, while ethereal, vaporous tendrils of mist rise from the ground, curling and dissipating in mid-air. The atmosphere is thick with a supernatural presence, the silence broken only by the soft, mournful sound of wind shifting over the vast expanse. In the center of this arid wasteland stands an ancient ruin, half-buried in sand. Weathered, cracked stone columns jut from the earth like skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization, their surfaces etched with strange symbols and runes that faintly glow, casting ghostly light through the fog. The remnants of once-grand structures are twisted and crumbled, lost to time and the harsh elements, yet they seem to carry an unspoken weight, a dark memory of some long-forgotten ritual or battle. Where the sand has worn away, jagged, metallic fragments, half-rusted and glinting in the dim light, are exposed—suggesting that this was once a place of both ancient magic and advanced technology. At the heart of this eerie, sunless wasteland, a lone figure draped in dark, tattered robes stands still, watching the horizon with vacant, ghostly eyes. The figure’s form is ethereal, almost translucent, blending with the sand yet standing distinct amidst the decay. There is something haunting about her presence; the hollow expression on her face tells of countless ages spent wandering this forsaken world, a prisoner to its secrets. Her long, flowing hair, now tangled and entwined with sand and wind, seems almost to move with a life of its own, caught between the physical world and some intangible realm beyond. Her robes, tattered and torn, are interwoven with strange, glowing threads, like the last remnants of a forgotten power. As the fog swirls around her, the sands seem to shift, and the very ground beneath her feet groans with a low, mournful sound, as if the desert itself is alive. Above, the sky is a dull, sickly color, its vast emptiness stretching without end. The air is thick, oppressive, with no sign of a rising sun, only the faintest glow from an unseen moon casting distorted shadows across the sand. The atmosphere is laden with the scent of decay and dust, every inch of the landscape feeling untouched, frozen in time by an unseen force. Strange, dark shapes move faintly in the distance, barely visible through the swirling fog—silent and haunting, their movements just outside the realm of the known, as if watching, waiting for something. The desert is alive with an uncanny, unsettling energy. The ground pulses faintly, the rhythm of the sands and mist creating a strange, hypnotic melody. The eeriness of the atmosphere heightens as time feels stretched and fragmented, like an endless loop that spirals into the void. This is a place forgotten by all but the wind, where time and memory are fractured and lost, and where the boundary between life and death, reality and the supernatural, is thin and fragile. Captured in a hyper-realistic style, the scene exudes the cold, haunting beauty of an untouched, forgotten world, with intricate textures of sand, stone, and mist. Every detail—from the glowing symbols on the ruined columns to the eerie, distorted shadows cast by the figure—is designed to evoke a deep sense of mystery and unease. The scene’s mood is amplified by the use of the Sand and Eerie atmosphere Loras, with every element infused with a chilling, otherworldly presence that feels both dreamlike and unnervingly real. ral-sand, ral-ertmsphr, aidmaMJ6.1
    Frank Frazetta style A lesbian bar at night, with a beautiful sports car parked out front. The flickering neon sign of a nearby restaurant illuminates the scene in pink and blue hues, casting shadows on a beautiful lesbian couple leaning against the car, waiting in eerie silence.
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    A mysterious, ancient alien artifact discovered on a distant, abandoned planet. The artifact is a massive, curved structure made of glowing, translucent crystal and dark, cracked black metal. The surface is covered with intricate, secretive patterns and symbols that pulse with an eerie, radiant light, with cracks running through the surface, glowing with a fiery energy. At the center of the artifact, a floating, glowing core pulses with an intense, otherworldly light, surrounded by a crackling, energetic aura. The cracks seem to glow brighter with each passing moment, as if the artifact is slowly coming to life. The background shows a decaying, futuristic ruin, shrouded in mist and the cold, dark expanse of space. The artifact radiates an ominous aura of forgotten knowledge and untapped power, waiting to be activated by a brave explorer. hkmagic
    A mind-bending depiction of a library devoted to books that have never been written. The space should defy normal architecture, with Escher-like stairs leading to inverted reading nooks and shelves that twist into Möbius strips. Books float in mid-air, their covers shimmering with potential stories. Some volumes open to reveal blank pages that come alive with swirling, misty visions of unwritten tales. Ghostly librarians, made of smoky letters and punctuation marks, guide phantom patrons through the impossible stacks. The lighting should be soft and dreamy, with certain areas illuminated by the glow of ideas waiting to be born. Incorporate elements that play with the concept of negative space, where the absence of text becomes as meaningful as words themselves.
    A group of goblins with twisted, gnarly bodies and glowing yellow eyes gather around a bubbling cauldron in a dark, haunted forest, their cackles echoing through the trees as they mix a potion to summon a powerful spirit. Nearby, a curvy, sexy witch with a big butt watches with amusement, her arms crossed over her chest, as she waits to see if the goblins’ spell will succeed or backfire in spectacular fashion. Vibrant, grotesque, and surreal with bold contrasts, heavy black outlines, and a blend of dreamlike autumnal hues; a mix of neon, retro, and pagan elements, inspired by Sean Äaberg’s punk-infused, chaotic energy and dreamcore's eerie, nostalgic undertones
    The Celestial Plague – When the Divine Decays "A holy city is infected with a sickness that spreads through faith alone. The devoted grow extra eyes in their palms, their prayers warping into unreadable symbols. Statues weep thick, black ichor, and the great bell of the high temple tolls endlessly, though it was destroyed centuries ago. The sky above has turned into an eye-riddled vortex, watching, waiting. Those who stare too long begin to hear voices… their own voices, answering prayers they never spoke."
    « There waited five tall men in gowns of embroidered silks, with double-crowned headgear lending them an impressive dignity. »
    Upon the frozen canvas of winter's breath, A tale unfolds, as old as death itself. Of roses, once so full of life and grace, Now mere whispers in the frosty face. These blooms of beauty, in their time so fair, Doth hold within them both life and despair. Their thorns they bear, a symbol of the strife, That is the dance between this fleeting life. Yet even in their prime, they hold a secret, A truth concealed beneath their velvet. For hidden deep within their tender core, Lies blood, the symbol of life's fleeting score. This crimson sap, it flows like veins of earth, A testament to life's most primal birth. It nourishes the roots, it gives them strength, Yet also marks the end, the final length. For when the rose doth wither, turn to dust, Its blood remains, forever it must trust. In frozen earth, it waits for spring's rebirth, To paint the world anew with gentle mirth. Thus, in the frost, the rose finds solace, A paradox of life and death's cold grace. Its beauty frozen, yet alive beneath, A silent hymn to life's ephemeral breath. aidmaMJ6.1
    In a Soviet village on a dreary winter morning, a young man waits at a crowded bus stop. On his head are oversized, retro VR glasses complete with tangled wires, blinking lights and faded Soviet-themed stickers. The crude, futuristic design stands out starkly against the bleak surroundings.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, Image of the maintenance mode for Civitai in sarcastic humor, the administration reassures that maintenance is currently underway, sit down and relax, it won't take long, we analyze your posts from the perspective of "everyone" think that this time is nothing for eternity, make dinner, walk the dog, take a shower. Consistency continues, we recommend the low-cost airline "civit around the world" book a ticket and fly around the world now, we assure you that upon your return, the maintenance will be almost complete... a skeleton with a "face-palm" sitting against a rock wall on plane cargo case, above it a sign carved in the rock: ""(maintenance in progress) ("relax it won't take long") ("patience is the key to peace.") ("Meditate like Buddha!" ​​is a new edition of the Civitai handbook - the art of waiting) ("what's the devil's fault, hurry slowly, when you're in a hurry the devil is happy." good one ya?) ("civit- forever" airlines recommend cheap tickets to around the world, buy now and travel the world at the speed of maintenance!),""
    a haunting, eerie figure lurking in the shadowy corner of what seems to be an abandoned, dimly lit room. The figure is humanoid but emaciated and ghostly in appearance, with gaunt, skeletal features and hollow, dark eye sockets. Its face is expressionless, but the lack of detail and the pale, ashen skin give it an unsettling, spectral presence. The room itself is old and decrepit, with cracked, moldy walls and a small, round window that allows a faint beam of light to filter in. This light partially illuminates the figure but also casts deep shadows, leaving much of the creature obscured in darkness. The ceiling appears low, adding to the sense of claustrophobia and unease, and the overall atmosphere feels oppressive and abandoned. The figure seems to be either hovering or leaning against the wall, its body almost blending with the darkness. The contrast between the dim light from the window and the pitch-black shadows creates a strong sense of tension and dread, as if the figure is watching silently, waiting for something unknown. The mood of the image is deeply unsettling, evoking feelings of fear, isolation, and the presence of something malevolent lurking just out of view.
    raining on a field of a farm in daylight, two people: one man and one woman, man dressed like a poor farmer but very handsome with a strong beard, the woman is stunningly beautiful and dressed rich and elegantly, man is holding woman up with her legs wrapped around his hips, the two are kissing in an extremely romantic, passionate way - their life has been waiting for this moment and now their love is affirmed
    raining on a field of a farm in daylight, two people: one man and one woman, man dressed like a poor farmer but very handsome with a strong beard, the woman is stunningly beautiful and dressed rich and elegantly, man is holding woman up with her legs wrapped around his hips, the two are kissing in an extremely romantic, passionate way - their life has been waiting for this moment and now their love is affirmed
    raining on a field of a farm in daylight, two people: one man and one woman, man dressed like a poor farmer but very handsome with a strong beard, the woman is stunningly beautiful and dressed rich and elegantly, man is holding woman up with her legs wrapped around his hips, the two are kissing in an extremely romantic, passionate way - their life has been waiting for this moment and now their love is affirmed
    In this imaginative artwork, I envision a scene that blends the art style of Gustav Klimt with the aesthetic beauty of future mechanical technology. Klimt was an Austrian symbolist painter known for his unique floral decorative patterns, gold backgrounds, and abstract human figures. Applying this style to a cyborg idol girl warrior would create a visual effect that is both classical and modern, dreamy yet powerful. Photo description: In the center of the painting, a cyborg girl warrior stands with an elegant posture. Her body is made of smooth metal and transparent fiberglass, shimmering with soft and enchanting light. Her hair falls softly like golden silk, each strand seemingly embedded with tiny gems, emitting a warm glow. The mechanical girl's face is delicate and fine, her large eyes bright and focused, lips tightly closed as if waiting for the call to battle. The skin on her body features floral patterns similar to those often found in Klimt's works, but these patterns are meticulously engraved by metallic lines and smooth surfaces, showcasing both mechanical aesthetics and maintaining the art style's gracefulness. The warrior wears a dress adorned with gold feather edges and complex armor designs, elements also commonly seen in Klimt's work. Her weapon is an exquisitely crafted mechanical longsword, its blade composed of multiple layers of intersecting metal strips, each layer delicately engraved with abstract floral patterns, the tip of the sword flashing with sharp yet elegant light. The warrior stands in an environment full of futuristic technological feel, against a backdrop of large devices made from flowing metallic lines and shimmering electronic ribbons that seem to power her battle. The entire scene is shrouded in a layer of golden mist, giving off a sense of mystery and power simultaneously. This photo creates a unique charm and extraordinary capability for the cyborg idol girl warrior by combining Gustav Klimt's art style with the aesthetic beauty of future mechanical technology, presenting a visual effect that is both classical and modern, dreamy yet powerful. 8k,uhd,hdr,best quality,hyper detail,ray tracing,cinematic feel,professional photography lighting. midjourneyv6.1.
    A pair of gauntlets carved from the chitinous exoskeleton of an extinct abyssal leviathan rests atop a frozen waterfall, their fingertips elongated into razor-sharp talons. The ice surrounding them hums with an unnatural resonance, shifting between deep blue and eerie phosphorescent green. Beneath the frozen surface, ancient runes flicker to life whenever the gauntlets are approached, revealing glimpses of a creature coiled deep within the ice, waiting to be released. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1
    a hand in full motion captures the details of an abstract pencil sketches as one begins its work. A large wooden table is placed around, waiting to be transformed by its master artist. In the center, two pieces of sketch come together, one depictered with vivid colors in black and white drawings. The scene is rendered with delicate curves that blend seamlessly into one another, creating intricate patterns on the surface of paper that seem impossible to defy gravity.
    A photograph showcasing an Asian woman with long, flowing black hair, her mid-adult features partially hidden by a traditional white Cheongsam-style garment adorned with intricate golden embroidery at the neckline and dark velvet border. The garment is worn in a classic yet elegant style, evoking a sense of formality or special occasion. Her face exudes serenity and calmness, with high cheekbones and delicate features that convey composure and poise. Her eyes are cast downward, lost in introspection, suggesting contemplation and quiet reflection. The woman's olive-toned skin gives her a warm and radiant complexion. In the background, a bustling metro train station is visible through the large windows behind her, with people milling about on the platform, some rushing to catch their trains while others wait patiently for theirs to arrive. A subway train speeds by in the distance, its lights flashing as it hurtles through the tunnels. The lighting in the image is soft and ethereal, with a warm golden glow that casts long shadows across her face and clothes, creating a sense of depth and dimensionality. The light source appears to be coming from behind her, highlighting her silhouette against the vibrant colors of the train station and casting a faint shadow on the floor behind her. The overall style of the photograph is artistic and vintage-inspired, with a focus on capturing the subtleties of human emotion and expression through composition, lighting, and color. The use of film grain and subtle texture adds to the image's nostalgic feel, evoking memories of bygone eras and forgotten moments in time. As the wind blows gently through her hair, it creates a sense of movement and fluidity, as if she is about to step off into the distance, leaving behind the familiarity and routine of her daily life. The photograph captures this moment of transition, this fleeting instant when the past, present, and future converge in a single, timeless gesture. The image is a masterful blend of cultural heritage, artistic vision, and technical skill, inviting the viewer to step into its world and experience the beauty, elegance, and quiet contemplation that lies within. The composition is symmetrical, with the woman's face and body centered in the frame, while the train station and people in the background create a sense of depth and movement. The perspective is from a low angle, looking up at the woman, which adds to her dignity and stature.,(masterpiece), (best quality), (ultra-detailed), , illustration, disheveled hair, detailed eyes, perfect composition, moist skin, intricate details, earrings, by wlop, surreal painting representing strange vision of . harmonious madness, synergy with chance. unique artstyle, mindbending art, magical surrealism. best quality, high resolution,
    A mysterious figure with a head shrouded in an (inky black void), reminiscent of a black hole, stands against a dark, ethereal backdrop. (Dark feathers) extend from her back, forming (black wings), adding a hauntingly beautiful contrast to her pale form. Surrounding her head are swirling (floral elements), fading into shadow, as (black crows) seem to emerge from the darkness, flying outward like ominous symbols of misfortune. The woman’s body is subtly outlined, as though she is fading in and out of existence, her form (slightly transparent), evoking a sense of immense, yet (quiet) power.The entire scene feels otherworldly, with deep blue and (ashen grey tones) filling the background, amplifying the mood of (isolation and mystery). There is an underlying tension between the delicate flowers and the dark, foreboding crows, suggesting a juxtaposition of beauty and danger. The lighting is dim and indirect, casting soft (ambient shadows) that blend her into the surrounding space, as if she is both part of the world and apart from it.The overall composition creates a feeling of (immense power), subtly conveyed through the figure’s (unearthly presence) and the hints of movement in the crows and shadows, while her (silent, unmoving lips) hint at secrets long forgotten, waiting to be unveiled
    A tense, cinematic scene of a female assassin concealed in the shadows of an ornate royal palace corridor, her dark clothing blending seamlessly into the opulent yet dimly lit surroundings. She presses her back against a marble column, her figure partially cloaked by the intricate patterns of light and shadow cast by a nearby candelabra. Her piercing eyes gleam with focus and determination as she waits silently for the guards to pass. The assassin is dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black outfit, designed for stealth, with subtle leather accents and utility belts holding small weapons. Her hood partially obscures her face, adding an air of mystery. A dagger with an elegantly curved blade glints faintly in her gloved hand, while other tools of her trade—lockpicks, throwing knives—are strapped discreetly to her thigh and waist. The palace hallway exudes grandeur, with high ceilings adorned with gilded moldings, towering arched windows partially veiled by heavy velvet drapes, and a polished marble floor that reflects the warm glow of flickering wall-mounted torches. Tapestries depicting royal conquests and portraits of long-past monarchs line the walls, their stately presence adding to the atmosphere of power and history. The guards, clad in ceremonial armor with polished breastplates and plumed helmets, patrol the hallway in synchronized movements. Their boots echo ominously on the marble floor, and the faint jingle of their swords creates a sharp contrast to the assassin’s silent, calculated stillness. <lora:sickdark:1>
    Rising from the earth like a divine monument, a colossal tower pierces the heavens, its form both awe-inspiring and otherworldly. This is no ordinary structure—it is a pantheon, a sacred place of the gods, a bridge between the mortal realm and the celestial. The tower, a massive cylindrical edifice, is constructed from luminous white stone that seems to glow with an inner light, its surface smooth and flawless, as if carved by the hands of deities themselves. The base of the tower is anchored to a massive rock that rises from the banks of a serene, winding river, its waters reflecting the tower’s grandeur like a mirror to the divine. The tower’s exterior is adorned with towering columns that spiral upward, their surfaces etched with intricate runes and symbols that pulse faintly with golden light. At each of the cardinal points—north, south, east, and west—stands a monumental statue, each one a human representation of a god. These statues, carved from the same radiant stone as the tower, are masterpieces of artistry and reverence, their faces serene yet commanding, their poses dynamic and full of life. They seem to watch over the land, their gazes fixed on the horizon, as if guarding the secrets of the heavens. As the tower ascends, it grows wider, its upper levels expanding into a grand, almost organic form that merges seamlessly with the clouds. The clouds themselves seem to embrace the tower, their wispy tendrils curling around its peak, creating an ethereal fusion of stone and sky. Massive openings and windows punctuate the tower’s walls, their arches tall and graceful, allowing light to pour through and illuminate the interior with a celestial glow. The windows are framed with golden accents that catch the sunlight and scatter it like divine fire, adding to the tower’s mystical aura. The landscape surrounding the tower is one of tranquil beauty. The river, a ribbon of shimmering blue, winds its way through rolling green hills dotted with clusters of trees. The hills are lush and vibrant, their surfaces carpeted with grass and wildflowers that sway gently in the breeze. The air is filled with the scent of earth and water, and the only sound is the soft murmur of the river and the rustle of leaves. The sky above is a vast expanse of blue, its clarity and depth adding to the sense of timelessness that pervades the scene. The overall color composition is a harmonious blend of luminous whites, radiant golds, soft blues, and vibrant greens, creating a magical and mystical atmosphere that feels both serene and alive with hidden energy. The interplay of light and shadow, the shimmer of the river, and the radiant glow of the tower all contribute to the sense of enchantment that permeates the scene. This is a place of profound beauty and divine power, a sanctuary where the natural and the celestial exist in perfect harmony. The tower, with its statues of the gods and its merging with the clouds, stands as a testament to the reverence and awe that the gods inspire. The absence of people only enhances the sense of tranquility and wonder, as if this place exists outside the bounds of time, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by those who seek the extraordinary. It is a vision of a world where magic and divinity are one, where every stone, every beam of light, tells a story of creation, reverence, and the enduring allure of the mystical. The scene is a beacon of light and beauty, a place where the boundaries between the real and the imagined blur, and where the impossible becomes possible. (There are no visible people anywhere!:1.2) DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    text at the top of the image "waiting for image analyzing to finish" written with big white letters , skeleton sitting on bench in park, leaning back, head thrown back
    Pikachu having a coffee at his desk with the speech bubble "Just waiting for my Buzz to come back"
    An older man with a gray beard, wearing a worn-out jacket, sitting on a bench in a dimly lit subway station, his reflection clearly visible in the departuring subway car window. The atmosphere is moody and introspective, with a slightly dystopian feel. Other commuters are seen in the background, waiting for the subway. The lighting is soft and diffused, creating deep shadows and a reflective surface on the subway car. The overall tone is one of solitude and contemplation.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, Image of the maintenance mode for Civitai in sarcastic humor, the administration reassures that maintenance is currently underway, sit down and relax, it won't take long, we analyze your posts from the perspective of "everyone" think that this time is nothing for eternity, make dinner, walk the dog, take a shower. Consistency continues, we recommend the low-cost airline "civit around the world" book a ticket and fly around the world now, we assure you that upon your return, the maintenance will be almost complete... a skeleton with a "face-palm" sitting against a rock wall on plane cargo case, above it a sign carved in the rock: ""(maintenance in progress) ("relax it won't take long") ("patience is the key to peace.") ("Meditate like Buddha!" ​​is a new edition of the Civitai handbook - the art of waiting) ("what's the devil's fault, hurry slowly, when you're in a hurry the devil is happy." good one ya?) ("civit- forever" airlines recommend cheap tickets to around the world, buy now and travel the world at the speed of maintenance!),""
    text at the top of the image "Waiting for someone with destiny" written with big white letters , skeleton sitting on bench in park, leaning back, head thrown back
    Nestled on a sunlit glade beside a gently flowing river, a medieval fantasy-style house stands as a masterpiece of architectural elegance and natural harmony. The house, a sprawling structure of stone and timber, exudes a sense of timeless beauty and quiet grandeur. Its main section rises three stories high, with an additional level tucked beneath a steeply pitched roof, creating a striking silhouette against the clear blue sky. At each corner of this central structure, a tower rises, each one unique in height and design, their forms adding a sense of whimsy and majesty to the building. The towers are crowned with light red shingled roofs that gleam in the sunlight, their peaks adorned with delicate finials that catch the light like jewels. The house’s façade is a tapestry of textures and colors, blending seamlessly with the surrounding landscape. The ground floor is constructed from light grey and light red stone, its surface weathered and solid, giving the house a sturdy, grounded presence. From the second story upward, the walls transition to a mix of white-painted timber and red brick, accented with light brown stone details that add warmth and depth. Bay windows and dormer windows punctuate the walls, their frames crafted from dark wood and their panes glinting in the sunlight. These windows offer glimpses into the house’s interior, suggesting cozy, sunlit rooms filled with life and light. Additional wings and rooms extend from the sides of the main structure, their heights more modest but their designs equally intricate. These extensions are adorned with the same light red shingled roofs and feature charming details like flower boxes filled with blooming roses and ivy creeping up the walls. The house is surrounded by lush greenery—rose bushes, hydrangeas, and other flowering plants—that add bursts of color and fragrance to the scene. A small cobblestone path, bordered by a low stone wall, winds alongside the river and the house, inviting exploration and offering a peaceful route through the glade. The river, a ribbon of sparkling blue, flows gently past the house, its surface reflecting the sunlight and the vibrant colors of the landscape. The air is filled with the soft murmur of the water and the gentle rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of natural sounds that enhances the sense of tranquility. The glade itself is a patch of open sunlight, its grass lush and green, while the surrounding forest looms in the background, its dense canopy of trees providing a dramatic contrast to the brightness of the clearing. The sky above is a vast expanse of clear blue, dotted with a few wispy clouds that drift lazily across the heavens. The sunlight bathes the scene in a warm, golden glow, highlighting the textures and colors of the house and the landscape. The overall color composition is a harmonious blend of light greys, soft reds, warm browns, and vibrant greens, creating a peaceful and mystical atmosphere that feels both inviting and enchanting. This is a place of quiet beauty and profound serenity, a sanctuary where the natural and the crafted exist in perfect harmony. The house, with its towers, bay windows, and lush surroundings, stands as a testament to the artistry and reverence for nature that define its builders. The absence of people only enhances the sense of tranquility and wonder, as if this place exists outside the bounds of time, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by those who seek the extraordinary. It is a vision of a world where magic and nature are one, where every stone, every beam of light, tells a story of creation, harmony, and the enduring allure of the mystical. The scene is a beacon of light and beauty, a place where the boundaries between the real and the imagined blur, and where the impossible becomes possible. (There are no visible people anywhere!:1.2) DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    High quality art, warm colors, fire burning servers, art depicting a server room with an askew ‘Under Maintenance: Please wait’ sign and a man in a white maintenance outfit, man facing away from camera, pissing on fire, rear view, holding a bottle of alcohol. fire spreading, trash on the floor, knocked over trash bin.
    In the dim glow of a red bulb, the hotel room's walls are completely covered with eyes, each one staring unblinkingly, as if they are watching something unseen. The eyes vary in size and shape, some as small as pinpricks, others large and bloodshot, their irises reflecting the faint light in unsettling glimmers. Every surface of the room pulses with a creeping, living sensation, as if the eyes themselves are breathing, waiting. Occult symbols twist between the eyes, faintly glowing with dark energy, reinforcing the sense of being watched by something far more ancient and sinister. The suffocating silence of the room is broken only by the faint rustle of shifting eyes, tracking your every breath.
    Scene: Outside the apartment building. Anna is walking towards a waiting car, where her date is standing by the passenger door. Anna: Medium height, straight black hair in a ponytail, in a red dress. Walking confidently towards the car, smiling at her date. (speech bubble): "Thank you." Date: Tall young man, wearing a nice jacket, smiling and opening the car door for Anna. (speech bubble): "You look beautiful."
    (A legendary battle axe) stands majestically against a [moss-covered rock in a shadowy forest], its (double-edged blade) gleaming with intricate engravings. The (metal surface) [reflects soft ambient light], emphasizing the (ornate patterns) etched into the steel. Each curve and spiral of the designs [shimmers faintly], hinting at ancient craftsmanship and hidden power.The handle is crafted from (polished wood), with (delicate carvings) along its length, adorned by (metal bands) at intervals, [each decorated with runes and gemstones]. The wood’s natural grain (is accentuated), with the [dark tones blending] into the forest’s muted palette, creating a [balance between nature and craftsmanship]. The axe’s head (features sharp, deadly edges), yet the designs on the metal soften its overall imposing appearance, giving it an air of (elegance and destruction). [Background elements] like the (moss, leaves, and forest floor) are [intentionally blurred], allowing the weapon to be the central focus. The ambient lighting adds depth and subtle shadows to (highlight the intricate details) of both the metal and wood. The scene conveys a sense of (mystery and ancient history), as if the axe has been left by a powerful warrior, waiting to be reclaimed.
    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.
    advertising with a portrait of hipster barber with crazy laugh holding enormous giant and dangerous working chainsaw in his hands. huge inscription at the side text ("TRUST YOUR BARBER") in the background. indoors of a cozy barbershop a man sits in a chair and waits for a haircut. dreamy atmosphere.
    the background depicts a dry autumn wilderness, with yellowed grasses and withered plants, as if the world is in a silent wait for winter’s arrival. The desolate scenery evokes the harshness of nature and the passage of time. Yet, in the foreground, life’s raw force is on display. A bird of prey stands on the arid ground, its feathers blending with the earth, embodying the land itself. The bird’s sharp gaze reflects its predatory nature. As it feeds on its recent catch, the scene silently tells the story of survival, where strength prevails and the weak become nourishment.
    a woman with a mystical and otherworldly aura, her face partially obscured by a veil of blue feathers. Her piercing blue eye, adorned with a glimmering white contact lens, stares intensely at the viewer. The woman's skin is illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow, and her lips are painted a delicate pink. A crow, its black feathers mirroring the woman's attire, perches on her shoulder, adding to the image's enigmatic atmosphere. The overall effect is one of mystery and enchantment, suggesting a connection between the woman and the crow, and hinting at a story waiting to be told. The image's vibrant blue and purple hues evoke a sense of magic and wonder, transporting the viewer to a realm where the ordinary becomes extraordinary.
    A dimly lit corridor stretches deep into the heart of an abandoned spacecraft. Rusted metal panels line the walls, with old cables hanging down like vines. Small emergency lights cast a sickly green glow, revealing puddles of an unknown black liquid pooling in the corners. At the far end, a figure in worn-out tactical gear cautiously steps forward, their rifle aimed ahead. The air is thick with tension, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the silence. Shadows move unnaturally, as if something is lurking just out of sight, waiting in the darkness.<lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
    In the heart of a vast, snow-covered wilderness, where the air is crisp and the silence is profound, an old wooden hut clings precariously to the top of a jagged rock, defying the elements with a quiet resilience. The hut, a humble yet enchanting structure, is a testament to ingenuity and survival, its weathered wooden planks and beams worn smooth by time and weather. The rock upon which it stands is a solitary sentinel in the snowy expanse, its surface uneven and treacherous, forcing the hut to rely on a network of support beams that jut out at odd angles, anchoring it to the stone. The hut’s most striking feature is its high, pointy roof, a steeply pitched structure that rises like a spire into the sky. The roof is thickly layered with snow, its edges adorned with icicles that glisten in the pale light, their sharp points catching the faint glow of the sun. Warm, golden light spills from the hut’s small, frost-covered windows, a beacon of warmth and life in the otherwise desolate landscape. The light flickers faintly, suggesting a fire within, and casts long, dancing shadows across the snow. Rickety wooden stairs, their steps worn and slick with ice, wind their way up the side of the rock to the hut’s entrance. The stairs seem almost alive, their creaks and groans echoing softly in the stillness, as if whispering secrets of those who have climbed them before. The hut itself is blanketed in snow, its wooden walls and roof blending seamlessly with the white landscape, while the support beams stand out like dark veins against the rock. The atmosphere is one of calm and solitude, the only movement the occasional swirl of snowflakes carried on a gentle breeze. The snow drifts lazily through the air, catching the light and sparkling like tiny diamonds before settling on the ground. In the background, a line of pine trees rises from the snow, their dark green needles a stark contrast to the white landscape. Beyond the trees, the forest grows denser, its shadows deep and mysterious, a reminder of the wild and untamed beauty that lies beyond. The sky above is a soft, pale gray, its clouds heavy with the promise of more snow. The sunlight filters through the clouds in muted beams, casting a silvery glow over the scene. The overall color composition is a harmonious blend of whites, grays, and muted greens, with the warm golden light from the hut’s windows adding a touch of warmth and magic. The interplay of light and shadow, the shimmer of the icicles, and the gentle movement of the snow all contribute to the sense of enchantment that permeates the scene. This is a place of quiet beauty and profound peace, a sanctuary where the natural and the crafted exist in perfect harmony. The hut, with its precarious perch and warm, inviting light, stands as a testament to the resilience and resourcefulness of its builder, a monument to the enduring allure of the mystical. The absence of people only enhances the sense of tranquility and wonder, as if this place exists outside the bounds of time, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by those who seek the extraordinary. It is a vision of a world where magic and artistry are one, where every beam of light, every flake of snow, tells a story of creation, resilience, and the enduring allure of the mystical. The scene is a beacon of light and beauty, a place where the boundaries between the real and the imagined blur, and where the impossible becomes possible. (There are no visible people anywhere!:1.2) DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    An astronaut clad in a cracked, oil-slick black spacesuit, standing sideways on an alien landscape of writhing, fleshy vegetation that pulsates with each breath of the planet. His helmet is shattered, revealing a grinning skull with neon yellow eyes that weep molten gold. A swarm of writhing, sharp-toothed butterflies, their wings etched with arcane symbols, spiral around his head in a chaotic halo. The ground beneath him is a patchwork of unholy growths—blood-red flowers with gnashing mouths, towering fungal spires spewing purple mist, and grasping roots that twitch like severed nerves. The sky is a swirling mass of hyper-saturated pink and green nebulae, with monstrous celestial bodies peering down, blinking slowly, waiting.
    A star shines on the hour of our meeting. A full body picture of two warriors on the field of battle. One is a Crusader knight with his Templar tabard flowing in the breeze. He is armed with a sword and large shield and is engaged with a Saracen warrior armed with a scimitar and round wooden shield, wearing chain mail armor underneath flowing silk coverings. His head is covered with a turban. The scene is full of the energy of battle with many Templar knights and Saracen warriors fighting all around them. There are buzzards in the sky the circle, waiting for their next meal to come. There is a blood red sky with a blazing sun beating down on the warriors.
    A military boot camp drill, but instead of soldiers, the recruits are all giant marshmallows, struggling to complete an obstacle course with serious drill sergeants yelling at them, and a campfire at the end waiting to roast the losers.
    A lonely boat glides fatally Through the cold waters of endless sadness, Only heaven knows everything about our orphanhood And about the pain that is bound by the oath of silence, There are islands of solace somewhere And the salvation shore For someone who knew how to believe, new stars are born there And almonds bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better. Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better. And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder. Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better. So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin, You're waiting for someone to perform with. And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do, The movement you need is on your shoulder. Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her under your skin, Then you'll begin to make it Better better better better better better, oh.
    Desolate landscape, palette is darkest black, purple and bright red, white. destroyed spaceship, crater, wires and pipes sticking out, wires and pipes on the ground, swirling circle clouds, dense cloudse circular, bright red sad, pointy wings of the ship, silhouettes below the huge ship waiting to depart, crowd of people in the bright orange spacesuits, whole picture is filled with dim smoke, black smoke dense, skies are filled with smoke, purple planets in the sky, sci-fi lines, white lines in the sky, bright red desert scene, desolate, intricate and detailed ship black ship with red lines, damaged ship planted into the sand,
    In a high-octane scene straight out of an action movie, a sleek, black supercar gleams under the midday sun, its aerodynamic curves and sharp lines exuding power and sophistication. The car’s golden low-profile wheels, accented by striking red brake pads, add a touch of opulence and aggression. Standing next to this mechanical marvel is a formidable figure, a man clad in a meticulously tailored dark grey suit, complemented by a dark blue tie that hints at his enigmatic nature. His leather-gloved hands rest confidently at his sides, exuding an air of authority and precision. In the background, a helicopter waits on the pad, its engines roaring to life and kicking up a swirling dust storm, adding a sense of urgency and drama to the scene. The juxtaposition of the cutting-edge supercar, the poised and powerful man, and the ready-for-action helicopter creates a dynamic and visually arresting image, capturing the essence of high-stakes adventure and unyielding determination.
    Anime-styled image of an election box where a person can choose to vote on either a "Like" icon or a "lightning" icon with a person holding a lightning icon in his hands and a long queue of people standing behind him waiting for their turn to put lightning or likes in the box.
    vivid colours. A tense, cinematic scene of a female assassin concealed hiding in the shadows of an ornate royal palace corridor, her dark clothing blending seamlessly into the opulent yet dimly lit surroundings. hiding behind a marble column, her figure partially cloaked by the intricate patterns of light and shadow cast by a nearby candelabra. her face is hidden in her cloak hood as she waits silently for the guards to pass. She is tall, thin, athletic, regal. The assassin is dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black outfit, designed for stealth, with subtle leather accents and utility belts holding small weapons. Her hood partially obscures her face, adding an air of mystery. A dagger with an elegantly curved blade glints faintly in her gloved hand, while other tools of her trade lockpicks, throwing knives are strapped discreetly to her thigh and waist. The palace hallway exudes grandeur, with high ceilings adorned with gilded moldings, towering arched windows partially veiled by heavy velvet drapes, and a polished marble floor that reflects the warm glow of flickering wall-mounted torches. Tapestries depicting royal conquests and portraits of long-past monarchs line the walls, their stately presence adding to the atmosphere of power and history. The guards, clad in silver ceremonial armor with polished breastplates and plumed helmets, patrol the hallway in synchronized movements. calculated stillness. hkmagic, celtycdesihelp, knotwork
    (1girl:1.3) Tinker Bell, the tiny, mischievous fairy, is floating mid-air with her delicate wings fluttering behind her. She’s holding her magic wand, which glows with a soft golden light, and (((the words "More Buzz" appear in sparkling letters above her wand))). Dressed in her iconic green dress, she looks up with a curious expression, her face filled with excitement and wonder. The background is an enchanting forest, with magical dust floating in the air, as if the entire world around her is alive with magic and waiting for something amazing to happen. The scene is whimsical, playful, and filled with the light-hearted charm of Disney magic.
    rating_PG, sn4k3, A vintage style wide shot of a beautiful female ninja,The scene captures the motion of strong winds, swirling leaves, Wearing dark ultra tight ninja uniform made of snake skin, ninja mask made of snake skin, ultra detailed uniform, The ninjai stands with both hands resting lightly on the hilts of her wakizashi, her stance relaxed and composed while looking away, waiting for the enemy, background is focused on a super cool snake, bursting with coolness. Each scale etched with intricate, arcane patterns. mythp0rt, sn4k3
    A sizzling cast iron skillet takes center stage, cradling two perfectly fried eggs with golden, crispy edges and glistening, sunburst yolks. Wisps of steam rise from the pan, carrying the enticing aroma of a hearty breakfast. Soft morning light streams through a nearby kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the scene and highlighting the textured surface of the skillet. Droplets of oil dance around the eggs, creating a mesmerizing pattern of light and shadow. The rich, deep black of the cast iron contrasts beautifully with the vibrant yellow of the yolks, while flecks of salt and freshly cracked black pepper add visual interest and a promise of flavor. In the background, a rustic wooden countertop hints at a cozy, homey kitchen setting, with a glimpse of copper pots hanging overhead and a sprig of fresh herbs waiting to garnish the dish. The composition is intimate and inviting, drawing the viewer in with its mouthwatering details and evoking a sense of comfort and anticipation for a delicious meal.
    scene art by Gaston Lachaise and Pascale Campion, The air crackles around melantic with excitement as it illuminates the arid landscape of physics-driven fantasy landscape in this captivating scene. Each detail seems elongated, with intricate carvings of tower limbs indistinkt in hue and shades from deep red. Instead, in contrast to their mysterious shape, the key features of Phush and Shadow have become apparent if the entire formula takes root on an infinite canvas of pure mystery within their walls and shadow, waiting for some unknown turn or revelations before him. This epic game comes true with these fantastically powerful powers. , delicate, very coherent, full color, highly enhanced, Contemporary sculpture, abstract, organic forms, Comics, realistic style, dynamic compositions, detailed linework, cinematic storytelling, iconic superhero illustrations, blending classical and contemporary influences
    In a surreal and otherworldly realm, the scenery is dominated by vast expanses of floating land, each piece suspended in the air like majestic islands adrift in the sky. These islands, though separated by great distances, are connected by enormous chains, their massive links stretching across the void, shrouded in a mysterious mist. The chains glint faintly through the clouds, which swirl and drift lazily, mingling with the ever-present fog that clings to the edges of the floating lands. The atmosphere is thick with an ethereal stillness, as if the world itself is holding its breath, waiting for something magical to unfold.
    Vibrant neon art depicting a server room with an askew ‘Under Maintenance: Please wait’ sign, a bearded greek orthodox priest is flinging holy water from a bowl on the servers.
    Photo of two astronauts standing on the moon. Rear view. In the background there is a red planet Earth shaped like crab. Speech bubble above astronaut on the left says "Wait, it's all crabs?". Speech bubble above astronaut on the right says "It has always been". Second astronaut has crab claw for a hand.
    A beggar sitting on the ground, with a hat placed beside him and a sign next to him that says 'Send Buzz'. The man’s posture is slumped, his clothes worn and tattered. His face shows a mixture of weariness and pleading, as if he’s waiting for something in return. The sign, made of rough, weathered wood, has a worn, humble look. The background is a muted, somber environment, emphasizing the man’s desperate situation, with a sense of quiet longing in the air.
    A towering, gaunt figure stands in a desolate, fog-choked medieval graveyard, cloaked in tattered, bloodstained robes that drag across the dirt. Its face is hidden beneath a grotesque, elongated pestilence mask, the cracked leather stretched over an unnatural skull, with hollow, dead eyes peering out from deep within. The beak of the mask drips with a thick, black ichor, and the air around the figure reeks of decay and death. In its bony hand, it clutches a gnarled staff made of twisted human femurs, adorned with rotting, severed heads, their mouths sewn shut with barbed wire. As it moves through the fog, the ground withers beneath its feet, the grass turning to ash, while silent, skeletal ravens circle above, waiting to feast on the souls of the damned. Every breath it takes is a rattling gasp, like the dying wheeze of a thousand plague victims, and its presence draws the spirits of the dead from their graves, their skeletal hands clawing desperately at the earth. This figure seeks not salvation, but only the embrace of death, spreading pestilence wherever it roams, a living harbinger of rot and ruin.
    Amidst the glow of paper lanterns in a rain-slicked street market, a man in a tailored navy-blue kimono sips from a delicate porcelain cup, watching the world go by with quiet amusement. His long, jet-black hair is tied into a loose ponytail, a single strand falling across his sharp, elegant features. A thin, silver chain glints at his wrist, barely visible beneath the flowing silk sleeves of his robe. His tabi-clad foot rests lightly against the edge of his seat, his posture both relaxed and alert, like a blade waiting to strike. Around him, vendors shout their wares, the scent of sizzling street food mixing with the cool petrichor in the air. He sets his cup down with a soft clink, his eyes drifting toward a shadow moving just out of sight. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, in its palm is the face of a young woman. The skin of the hand and face is made of pristine gold and there is a doorway at the base. The young woman's face in the hand smiles at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.
    A night-time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep-blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, embedded in its palm is the face of a young woman. The skin of the hand and face is made of pristine gold and there is a doorway at the base. The young woman's face in the hand smiles at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is stark, the there is a strong light, low in the sky to the left, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting.

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