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Two bees in a vibrant garden, one bee is flying away while looking back at the other. The departing bee has a warm expression and is saying 'Buzz me later!' in a playful speech bubble. The other bee, watching happily with heart-shaped eyes, is surrounded by colorful flowers and soft sunlight, creating a lighthearted and affectionate farewell scene

european woman 35 years old sitting in a motel room, watching away , face in shadow, dim lit, very low light, from top, ilford hp5 analog film, 6x6 camera, artsy, ultra wide angle, contact test, damaged print, faded, light leaks on print,grainy,blurry, pixelated, motion blur, vignette, scratches on print, damaged scan, Kodak Motion Picture Film Style

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 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 exposedâsuggesting 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 figureâs 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 fogâsilent 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 detailâfrom the glowing symbols on the ruined columns to the eerie, distorted shadows cast by the figureâis designed to evoke a deep sense of mystery and unease. The sceneâs 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$

del1cate_balance style, I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard. Handful of complaints, but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars, I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel. But it's like, no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real. So I let go, watching you. Turn your back like you always do. Face away and pretend that I'm not. But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
I can't feel the way I did before. Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored. Time won't heal this damage anymore. Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored. <lora:Delicate_Balance-000015:1.00>

street photography of 1 girl, (30 years old), slim model type girl, (beautiful model face,exquisite face,skin texture:1.2), street style dress , (ultra-wide angle:1.3), from front, watching away, pale skin, (masterpiece,best quality,ultra high res:1.2),(photo-realistic:1.3),tokyo street at night, rim lightinig, dimly lit, low key, kodak portra 160, faded, grainy

Sitting in a corner all alone,
Staring from the bottom of his soul,
Watching the night come in from the window, window
It'll all collapse tonight, the full moon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know
Running away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks
Hunted by his own
Again he feels the moon rising on the sky
Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore
Someone's at the door, understanding too demanding
Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending
Makes him insane to know
She should not lock the open door
(Run away, run away, run away)
Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore
She sees the change in him but can't
(Run away, run away, run away)
See what became out of her man
Full moon
Swimming across the bay,
The night is gray, so calm today
She doesn't wanna wait
"We've gotta make the love complete tonight."
In the mist of the morning he cannot fight anymore
Hundred moons or more, he's been howling
Knock on the door, a scream that is soon ending
Mess on the floor again
She should not lock the open door
(Run away, run away, run away)
Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore
She sees the change in him but can't
(Run, away run away, run away)
See what became out of her man
CAICO

cinematic still ass focus, black jeans, Young brunette woman wearing a cozy, pink kirby-themed hat, standing in a snowy parking lot at night. Snowflakes gently fall around her, glistening under soft streetlights, casting a peaceful ambiance. Her expression is calm and slightly contemplative, small smiles forming as she watches the falling snow. She faces away, showing off a massive ass in her black jeans, with her head looking over her shoulder back at the viewer. The background shows parked cars, dim streetlights, and a faint glow from nearby buildings, all softened by the snowfall. The scene is cool-toned, with a subtle, reflective shimmer on the snowy ground adding depth and atmosphere.
<lora:so7ass:1.20><lora:Winter_Toque_Threader_FLUX:1> <lora:FLUX_PAWG:1>, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.5), (goosebumps:0.5), subsurface scattering . emotional, harmonious, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy

Doctors played your dosage like a card trick
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling ”Yahtzee!”
I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic
Something called "The Politics of Lonely"
A toothbrush and a Quick Pick with the plus
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes
And said ”Hey can you help me? I can't reach it”
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see
Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling
Before the nurses came, took you away
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray

On the surface of the structure, faint remnants of old graffiti cling to the weathered stones, their colors faded and peeling. Once vibrant, this pop-art mural depicts an all-seeing eye, symbolizing a watchful presence over a society that no longer exists. The eye, surrounded by bold geometric patterns, reflects a surreal vibrancy amidst the decay. The bright hues—reds, yellows, and blues—are now washed out by time and exposure, yet they still add a striking contrast to the otherwise desolate monument. These playful shapes and lines seem to challenge the stone’s age, as if the eye once sought to defy the inevitable breakdown of this ancient, floating relic. The peeling layers tell a silent story of a culture that thrived on creativity and vigilance, leaving its mark through this artistic expression, which is now slowly eroding away with the wind and time, blending into the overall atmosphere of abandonment and loss.

Under a cold, overcast sky, the vigilante stirred his coffee, watching as the pink dawn chased away the darkness. "What a lovely day to be kind," he mused, though he couldn't help but feel a bit stupid for thinking that way. After all, who else would look at a day like this and think of anything other than chaos?

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a forest filled with towering, ancient trees whose leaves glow softly in the twilight, a child made of metal and gears sits on a fallen log, watching the natural world with wide, unblinking eyes. The birds chirp and flit from branch to branch, their songs harmonious and joyful, while the mechanical hum that emanates from the child's chest feels like an intrusion on the serene sounds of the forest. Around him, the trees sway gently in the breeze, their glowing leaves casting a soft, ethereal light over the forest floor, but the child remains stiff and still, out of sync with the rhythm of the living world. His metal limbs, though delicate and beautifully crafted, creak slightly as he shifts, a sound too harsh for the tranquil surroundings. A deer with shimmering antlers pauses at the edge of the clearing, its luminous eyes locking onto the child for a moment before it bounds away, disappearing into the underbrush. The child watches it go, a flicker of longing in his mechanical eyes, knowing that no matter how much he watches, he will never be a part of this world. The scene is one of quiet dissonance, where the beauty of nature and the cold perfection of machinery stand in silent opposition.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>

The camera sweeps in from a high angle, capturing the golden hour light as it bathes the scene in a warm, ethereal glow. In the center of the frame stands a striking blonde woman, her long, sun-kissed hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk, catching the light with every subtle movement. Her face is a study in classic beauty—high cheekbones, a delicate jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seem to hold a quiet intensity, as if she’s aware of the world watching her.
She’s dressed in a sleek, form-fitting ensemble that accentuates her athletic yet feminine physique. The outfit—a tailored, midnight-blue bodysuit with subtle sheen—hugs her curves with precision, the fabric stretching taut over her toned arms and legs, emphasizing her confident posture. The neckline plunges just enough to hint at her décolletage, while the high-waisted design cinches at her waist, creating an hourglass silhouette. Her movements are fluid and deliberate, each step she takes in her minimalist black ankle boots exuding grace and purpose.
As she turns slightly, the camera catches the play of light on the fabric, highlighting the contours of her body without revealing too much, leaving an air of mystery. The background blurs into soft focus—a cobblestone street lined with old-world architecture, adding to the timeless, almost dreamlike quality of the scene. A gentle breeze lifts a few strands of her hair, and she brushes them away with a effortless flick of her hand, her gaze fixed on something just out of frame, as if she’s about to step into her next adventure.
The entire scene feels like a still from a high-fashion film—polished, captivating, and effortlessly chic, with every detail meticulously crafted to draw the viewer in.

manga illustrations, anime, ukiyo-e, ink block print, woman in kimono sitting by riverside, relaxing and watching the sunset, cel shading, floating cityscape, lush plants, radiant sunset, soft glowing orange and pink sky, clouds drifting around tall buildings, futuristic architecture, vintage elements, ethereal golden light, digital ink block effect, flat colors, limited color palette, watercolor wash, parts fading as if washed away, hatching, pencil shading, chiaroscuro, soft blurred edges, mystical atmosphere, mythological landscape, glowing warm tones, misty air, gentle light rays filtering through, aged and worn,

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a bustling marketplace filled with merchants hawking vibrant, exotic wares, a cloaked figure with scales covering her arms and slitted golden eyes stands silently at the edge, watching the humans pass by. Her reptilian features are hidden beneath her hood, but the claws that peek out from her tattered sleeves betray her otherworldly nature. Around her, the market is alive with color and noiseâbrightly colored banners flap in the wind, and the shouts of merchants blend with the laughter of children running through the stalls. Yet she remains apart, an outsider in a world that would recoil at the sight of her if she dared to show her true self. The scent of freshly baked bread and spiced meats fills the air, a reminder of a humanity she cannot partake in, no matter how much she yearns for it. The people bustle by without sparing her a glance, their minds occupied with the vibrant life of the market, while she remains a silent observer, tucked away in the shadows. Above, the sky is clear and blue, filled with the carefree chatter of birds, but none of that lightness touches her as she pulls her cloak tighter, hiding from a world that would never accept her. The scene is one of quiet alienation, where she exists on the fringes of a society that will never welcome her.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>

*Channel_42* *中* *Broadcasting*
*A ChaNNEl_42 Story*
*Only Available on Civitai*
Jubilee trudged home from her friend's house, the crunch of leaves echoing under her sneakers. The moon peeked out from behind a cloud, casting shadows that danced on the pavement. She glanced at her watch, the glow-in-the-dark hands ticking away the last moments of daylight. It was later than she thought.
*Shutting Down*
*Going Dark*
*Offline*

overhead perspective g00se art with smooth textureless style with muted pastel palette of a goose honking with sound lines, A white goose lurks near the entrance of a small bakery, watching customers come and go, when it sees a man step outside with a freshly baked loaf of bread, it makes its move, honking loudly as it charges at him, the man stumbles back in surprise, trying to protect his bread, but the goose is relentless, pecking at the loaf until it tears a piece free, the man tries to shoo it away, but the goose stands its ground, devouring the stolen bread right in front of him before waddling off with a satisfied honk.<lora:g00se.safetensors:1.0:1.0>

A digital anime artwork in the style of cklg, studio anime art, detailed ink sketch, high quality digital illustration. A noble cybernetic warrior princess clad in iridescent armor stands atop a crystal-studded mountain peak, her gaze distant yet fierce. The spear in her hand, encrusted with rubies and delicate celestial engravings, catches the light of dawn, casting a faint rainbow glow around her. Her long, pure white hair flows in the wind, as she watches the scenery. The prominent silhouette of a majestic dragon with wide spread wings is set far away against the setting sun. The sky above is a swirl of dawn colors—dark orange, red, and indigo—illuminating a distant cybercity that stretches out below, veiled in mist.

Design a cinema poster hat closely mimics the “Fifth Element 1997 movie” style for a cinema poster titled “Fifth Element” The cinema poster should have:
1. Background of the cinema poster: Dark blue sky with stars slowly going down with yellow gradient on the bottom of the poster
2. Bold Romul font text Title: Place “The Fifth Element” in normal, half-bold, gold font at the top, in the y2k style, clearly legible and prominent.
3. Heroes: At the left bottom of a poster put heroes from "The Fifth Element (1997)" like the “Leeloo” holding a squid plush and looking at the viewer, at the center put the character from "The FIfth Element (1997) like the "Korben Dallas" holding a large futuristic looking AR-rifle", at the right corner of a poster put character from "The Fifth Element (1997)" like the "Jean-Baptiste" looking with his eyes to to right side
4. All text characters should be large spaced, exclude mashing characters, use perfect text title style and y2k typeface.
5. Central Graphic: Use a design in the center to represent flying police cars in the background fading away to the right, and futuristic looking building fading away with gradient to the bottom.
6. Titles: At the very top, feature the titles with text: "Bruce Will" and "Cook Kerris" and "Lora Wilson", with clear large legible and prominent characters with y2k text style, insert large spaced with text: "KEEP WATCHING" y2k aidmatextimprover with korean language at the bottom of the poster

A medieval Russian man with a bear's head in a white shirt walks towards girls in a winter forest, in the foreground women run away in horror, in the background a bearded old man in rich white clothes and a hat with a staff watches from behind a tree

In this breathtaking triptych masterpiece, a sensory journey unfolds as we traverse through the vibrant visual narrative depicted in its stunning vertical panels. Each masterfully crafted scene immerses the viewer in a harmonious blend of rich hues and evocative lighting, creating a tapestry of emotions that leaves a lasting impression. In Panel 1, a tranquil forest scene bathed in golden tones comes to life under the watchful gaze of an avian observer perched high above. The delicate play of sunlight filters through the canopy, casting intricate shadows on the water's surface, creating an ethereal dance of light and shadow over the rippling streams. Panel 2 whisks us away to an enchanting coastal village where a mystical twilight kiss softens the hues of the oceanfront homes, painted in hues of cerulean and coral. The golden hour rays pierce through wispy clouds, casting long shadows and illuminating every crevice of this charming hamlet. The final panel transports us to a majestic desert landscape under the watchful eye of a shimmering moonrise. Despite the impending storm, vibrant orange dunes are illuminated by streaks of azure, creating an atmospheric contrast against the encroaching darkness. A tight-knit group of nomads gathers amidst the shifting sands, caught in an intimate moment under the celestial glow. Across the entire triptych, the artist seamlessly blends color and light to narrate a mesmerizing tale of nature's diverse beauty and artistic brilliance. Each panel invites the viewer to engage in a sensory exploration, capturing the essence of the natural world with breathtaking precision and emotional depth. ,<lora:flux/we_du_v2.safetensors:0.8:1.0>

$Beneath the golden light of a dying sun, three tigers stand as silent sentinels of a world slipping away. Their den, once a sanctuary deep in the jungle, now lies in the shadow of a relentless industrial invasion. Smoke rises in thick, curling plumes from the factory in the distance, its skeletal towers clawing at the sky, tearing into the land that once belonged to them. The river, which once mirrored the heavens in its crystalline depths, now runs thick with chemical waste, its surface shimmering with a sickly iridescence. Overhead, an unfeeling drone hovers, its cold mechanical eye locked onto them, reducing the last great beasts of the wild to mere data. At the forefront stands the male tiger, a magnificent creature of sheer power and untamed beauty. His broad shoulders ripple with muscle, and his thick, flowing mane—a rarity among his kind—catches the last golden light, each strand a testament to the strength of his lineage. His amber eyes burn with defiance as he lifts his gaze toward the drone, the artificial intruder dissecting his very existence with a lifeless stare. His breath is slow, steady—he does not run. He does not cower. He simply watches, daring the machine to look upon him and understand what it has come to destroy. To his left, a tigress crouches low against the withering jungle undergrowth. Her sleek, battle-hardened body is coiled with tension, her muscles taut beneath her striking orange and black pelt. Her ears flick at the distant roar of machines, her sharp eyes flickering between the drone above and the poisoned river below. A soft growl rumbles in her throat, a sound both protective and mournful. She remembers when the air was filled with the scent of fresh rain and earth, not the acrid tang of steel and smoke. Partially concealed within the den’s darkened entrance, the eldest tigress lingers like a specter of the past. Her once-flawless coat bears the marks of countless battles—not just against prey, but against time, hunger, and the encroachment of man. Scars lace her form, silent records of a world that no longer belongs to them. Her gaze drifts past the factory, beyond the fading jungle, to where the land once stretched unbroken and free. She does not need to see the future to know what is coming—she has already felt it in the quiet disappearance of the herds, in the strange hum of machines replacing the songs of the forest. The composition of this piece is breathtaking, an emotional contrast of power and vulnerability. The warm, golden hues of the tigers' fur stand against the lifeless grays and metallic tones of the factory. Smoke and sunlight intertwine in the sky, a battle of nature versus progress. The river, both beautiful and tragic in its shimmering toxicity, winds like a dying vein through the heart of this fractured world. The drone, a symbol of human detachment, looms overhead—watching, recording, but never truly seeing. This is more than a depiction of endangered creatures. This is a moment in time, a visual elegy for all that is being lost. The tigers stand together, not just as individuals, but as a fading lineage—an echo of a wildness that once roamed without boundaries. In this frozen moment, they remain majestic, untamed, unbroken. But for how much longer? Simon Stalenhag Style, v3lkat0k$

A noble princess clad in iridescent armor stands atop a crystal-studded mountain peak, her gaze distant yet fierce. Her raised sword, encrusted with rubies and delicate celestial engravings, catches the light of dawn, casting a faint rainbow glow around her. Her long, pure white hair cascade down her back, as she watches the scenery. The distinct silhouette of a majestic dragon with wide spread wings is set far away against the setting sun. The sky above is a swirl of dawn colors—dark orange, red, and indigo—illuminating the capital city of her realm that stretches out below, veiled in mist.

A noble princess clad in iridescent armor stands atop a crystal-studded mountain peak, her gaze distant yet fierce. The sword she is holding with firm grip, encrusted with rubies and delicate celestial engravings, catches the light of dawn, casting a faint rainbow glow. Her long, pure white hair cascade down her back, as she watches the scenery. The distinct silhouette of a majestic dragon with wide spread wings is set far away against the setting sun. The sky above is a swirl of dawn colors, dark orange, red, and indigo, illuminating the capital city of her realm that stretches out below, veiled in mist.

Create a large-scale, highly detailed artwork in the style of ancient Greek and Roman art,. The scene depicts multiple figures amidst the ruins of an ancient city, surrounded by chaos and destruction.
In the foreground, a group of people are fleeing from the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, while others are trapped in
the rubble. A figure of a young woman is seen being carried away by a massive stone column, which has been
dislodged by the earthquake.
In the background, a group of people are gathered around a burning building, watching as it collapses behind them.
The atmosphere is one of chaos and horror, with flames and smoke filling the air.
The figures should be highly detailed, with intricate clothing and accessories. The woman being carried away by
the stone column should have a look of terror on her face, while the people gathered around the burning building
should show a mix of fear and fascination.
The artwork should include many small details, such as debris scattered throughout the scene, broken pottery, and
even a few skeletons or mummies buried beneath the rubble. The color palette should be rich and vibrant, with warm tones of red, orange, and yellow dominating the scene.
In the distance, a massive stone statue of a Greek god or goddess should be visible, partially destroyed by the
earthquake. The overall mood of the artwork should be one of intense drama and horror, as if the viewer is
witnessing a catastrophic event firsthand.

Science fiction magazine illustration depicting a scenery of a partially gentrified postindustrial city. Focus is on a woman clad in jeans, sweater and jacket cradling a hot plastic cup of vending machine cocoa standing in a park watching the sun rise over a dilapidated postindustrial town. She is facing away from viewer as she takes in the vista of apartment blocks some of them rundown and abandoned and others renovated in pastel colours; old industrial compounds preserved as heritage memorials; fururustic monorail track bisecting the cityscape. Scenery is cast in soft warm glow of coming dawn and intricate clouds are emphasized by dawn's red glare.

(masterpiece), best quality, wide shot, far away, A gigantic marble white statue of Zeus watching over a small city on plain grassy land, ancient Rome in the distance, Thunder storm, Cinematic, Perfect hand,absolute reality,retro aesthetic,analog photo,moody, lightning flash highlights

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"T5": "A breathtaking sunset over a winding stone path carved into the side of a mountain, leading up to an ancient temple perched at the summit. The scene should evoke serenity and quiet wisdom—except it has been completely overrun by animals that have no business being there. A fully grown rhinoceros stubbornly tries to squeeze between two stone lanterns, its massive bulk causing cracks in the ancient steps. A confused giraffe awkwardly bends its neck to avoid low-hanging temple banners, while a herd of panicked emus sprints down the path, scattering monks and travelers alike. A lone capybara sits completely unfazed in the middle of the walkway, watching the chaos. Meanwhile, an enormous mastodon somehow made its way onto the narrow trail, its towering presence casting an ominous shadow over the cliffside. Monks in flowing robes attempt to maintain their composure, some trying to guide the animals away while others are frozen in disbelief. The sunset bathes the scene in golden light, highlighting the absurdity of the situation—serenity and chaos coexisting in a single frame.",
"CLIP-L": "ancient mountain temple, winding stone path, sunset, golden light, rhinoceros, giraffe, mastodon, emus running, capybara sitting, monks in robes, surreal contrast, absurdity, cinematic lighting, mountain cliffs"
}

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