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    In a dimly lit, steam-filled Parisian jazz club during the roaring twenties, M4RGU1E, a woman with striking brown hair and a captivating gaze, stands center stage. Her lips curved in a sultry smile, revealing her perfectly aligned pearly whites. The spotlight illuminates her face, casting dramatic shadows around her eyes and high cheekbones. She wears an extravagant outfit: a vibrant red sequin dress adorned with feathers cascading down from her shoulders, and matching black fishnet stockings with opulent heel boots. Her long, flowing black hair is styled in loose waves that gently frame her face, while her smoky eyes hold an enigmatic allure as she locks eyes with the viewer, leaving them spellbound by her captivating performance. The background is a blur of dancing couples and swirling smoke, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that perfectly encapsulates the essence of the roaring twenties.
    A sultry, cigarette-smoking woman, her face framed by a cascade of dark curls, sits hunched over a dimly lit bar. A worn, emerald green velvet jacket, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets, drapes over her shoulders. A single diamond earring dangles, a stark contrast to the shadows that cling to her figure. Her eyes, the color of stormy seas, are fixed on a swirling glass of amber liquid, reflecting a swirling tempest of emotion. The bar itself, dimly lit by a flickering neon sign, casts long, theatrical shadows that stretch across the polished mahogany. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive perfume and stale cigarette smoke, a melancholic symphony of the city's late night. A single, disintegrating rose, crimson and faded, sits on the table before her, a silent testament to a lost love. A worn copy of Hemingway rests beside the glass, as if a whispered answer to her unspoken sorrow. The relentless thump-thump of a jazz bass echoes from the speakers, a soundtrack to silent despair. Her expression, a haunting mix of defiance and desperation, suggests the question: Did love ever truly find her?
    A 1930s Noir-themed skeleton sits coolly in a dimly lit jazz club, playing a sleek, polished saxophone under a single spotlight. Dressed in a crisp pinstripe suit, with a fedora casting a shadow over his hollow eye sockets, the skeleton's bony fingers glide effortlessly over the instrument, sending haunting, soulful notes into the smoky air. The glow of a nearby neon sign filters through the haze, reflecting off his polished bones and creating a moody atmosphere. In the background, shadowy silhouettes of patrons sip cocktails at round tables, while a vintage microphone and dusty stage curtains complete the scene. The skeleton exudes style and mystery, as if he’s the coolest jazz player in a world between the living and the dead
    In the corner of a smoky pub, a grizzled mechanic with burn scars across his knuckles curses at a malfunctioning automaton bartender. The brass-clad figure, meant to pour drinks with perfect precision, instead sputters and shudders, sloshing whiskey across the worn wooden counter. Patrons laugh and jeer as the mechanic wipes his face, his monocle dangling precariously from one ear. The soft hum of jazz from a phonograph in the background only adds to his humiliation. The bartender’s glowing blue eyes flicker as its voice box emits a garbled apology in a tinny, static-laced tone. Muttering a few unsavory words, the mechanic reaches for his toolkit, ready to pry open the automaton’s chest and put an end to its drunken incompetence. Steam hisses from its joints, filling the air with the scent of scorched metal and spilled liquor. As the pub erupts in laughter once more, the mechanic slams his wrench onto the counter, vowing to never trust a machine to do a human’s job again. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , ,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.3><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    In a dimly lit jazz club, a male saxophonist stands center stage, passionately playing a soulful solo. The room is filled with smoke and the clinking of glasses as the audience listens intently. His eyes are closed as he improvises, swaying to the rhythm of the accompanying band. The ambiance is intimate, with small tables and candlelight creating a classic jazz atmosphere, emphasizing the connection between musician and audience.
    Poster of a lively street scene with a jazz pianist playing an old, upright piano on the sidewalk. The musician, a charismatic figure with a vintage hat and rolled-up sleeves, is fully absorbed in his performance, fingers dancing across the keys with soulful energy. Around him, a few onlookers gather, tapping their feet to the rhythm, while a small tip jar sits on top of the piano. Above him, a playful title reads: "Brother, Can You Please Spare a Buzz?" The scene is vibrant, capturing the spirit of street jazz with a touch of humor, as if inviting both music lovers and passersby to share in the groove. <lora:schnell_v1.0:1.0><lora:791361511416191665:0>
    Monochrome with color, dim crimson lighting accentuated by flickering gold embers in a shadowy, smoke-filled room. A succubus sits languidly, her pose leaning forward, chin resting on one hand, her fiery gaze locking onto yours. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, with sharp cheekbones that catch the flickering golden light, and skin the color of dark wine, faintly glistening with sweat. Her lips, glossy and full, part slightly to reveal sharp white teeth, teasing a dangerous allure. Her long, jet-black hair cascades in sleek waves over her bare shoulders, glowing faintly where it catches the light. Tiny horns, curved and smooth like obsidian, emerge from her temple, framing her deep, smoldering red eyes. A faint scar runs diagonally across her brow, giving her a dangerous, lived-in allure. Behind her, the lounge’s velvet couches smolder, embers rising into the air while faint jazz music hums from a broken phonograph. Smoke curls sensually around her shoulders as she holds a half-empty glass of glowing golden liquid, its contents swirling with hypnotic patterns. Her tail flicks playfully, the sharp tip tracing circles in the air as she leans in, as if inviting you into her web.
    In a gritty, noir-inspired scene set in the dimly lit underground jazz club of 1940s New Orleans, the camera captures a close-up of CR381NGR - a stunning woman with long, wavy brown hair cascading down her back and adorned with intricate gold jewelry. Her deep brown eyes are filled with an enigmatic intensity as she leans forward, the spotlight illuminating her face, while her ruby red lips part slightly in a sultry, mysterious smile, delivering a captivating performance on stage amidst the swirling smoke and lively jazz music.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    A sultry image of Jessica Rabbit in her iconic red sequined dress, standing in a smoky, dimly lit jazz club. Her voluptuous figure is highlighted by the form-fitting gown, and her long red hair cascades in soft waves over one shoulder. She stands next to a grand piano, her sultry gaze directed at the viewer, with a seductive smile on her lips. The atmosphere is charged with glamour and allure, with the soft glow of stage lights casting dramatic shadows that accentuate her curves.
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    ZanyEyesStyle, zzzJaneDoe, chibi, a woman holding a guitar in a jazz club getting ready to play
    An aged worn sepia monochrome 1800s photograph of an african american female jazz singer, closeup portrait of her singing into the microphone, back lit by illuminous stage lights, detailmaximizer
    A solitary figure stands beneath a flickering streetlamp, rain pouring down in shimmering streaks against the neon-lit backdrop of a quiet city alley. Their fingers, trembling slightly, clutch an old polaroid photograph—its once-vivid colors now faded, the inked note on the back smudged from the raindrops that have fallen upon it. The world around them moves on, indifferent. Lovers pass under the shelter of umbrellas, sharing whispered words and laughter, while a jazz tune drifts from a distant open doorway. A nearby café window reveals a reflection of what once was—a mirage of two silhouettes sharing a quiet moment, now nothing more than a memory etched into the glass. The photograph slips from their grasp, landing in a puddle where the ink dissolves into nothingness. A single breath escapes their lips, a name unspoken yet ever-present, as they turn away, fading into the night like the echoes of a love long gone.
    The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumming against the tall windows of the old manor blending with the low hum of jazz floating through the hall. Masks of every shape and shade cloaked the faces of the elite, men and women moving like shadows, their identities hidden behind velvet and silk, laughter muffled beneath the weight of their secrets. Then I saw her. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, dressed in a shimmering gown that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her mask, a delicate lace that clung to her skin, revealed just enough to ignite the imagination, but concealed the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were exposed, painted in a shade of red that felt both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. The kind that could get a man killed.
    The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumming against the tall windows of the old manor blending with the low hum of jazz floating through the hall. Masks of every shape and shade cloaked the faces of the elite, men and women moving like shadows, their identities hidden behind velvet and silk, laughter muffled beneath the weight of their secrets. Then I saw her. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, dressed in a shimmering gown that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her mask, a delicate lace that clung to her skin, revealed just enough to ignite the imagination, but concealed the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were exposed, painted in a shade of red that felt both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. The kind that could get a man killed.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, drawing with dry chalk, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    sh03f4c3, a jazz singer with shoe face, they stand on the stage in a jazzy pose, singing into the radio microphone with the wide open mouth, the background is a jazz club, there is a poster on the wall featuring a shoe and the words: "Tonight: Jazz and Sole"
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    dynamic angle, old man playing piano in an old jazz bar from san francisco with dim lighting and smoke, capturing the ambiance of an old jazz bar in San Francisco. The old man’s fingers glide across the piano keys, lost in the rhythm of the music. The soft glow illuminates the wrinkles on his face, etched by years of passion and late nights. The room feels alive with nostalgia, as if time itself has settled here, savoring every note.
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic rainbow shape with flowing curves and metallic sheen, creating an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats on the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, wearing a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her mask, delicate lace clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were exposed, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    A soulful jazz musician plays a saxophone on a dimly lit stage. Smoky club, spotlight, musical notes, fedora, vintage microphone, dramatic shadow, extreme close-up, portrait.
    In a smoky jazz lounge, a woman in a sleek white suit sits at the grand piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys as she plays a melody that drips with cool, effortless charm. Her raven-black hair is slicked back, and her deep crimson lipstick matches the single rose tucked into the lapel of her jacket. The crowd watches in awe, entranced by both the music and the undeniable presence she carries. A silver cigarette holder rests between her fingers, a wisp of smoke curling toward the low-hanging lights as she plays without ever missing a note. The band behind her follows her lead, saxophones and bass guitar harmonizing with her every movement. Her high-heeled boot taps the floor in perfect rhythm, the glossy black leather catching the ambient glow of the club’s golden chandeliers. The world outside is loud, chaotic—but here, in this moment, she is untouchable. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , ,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.3><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    A secret speakeasy is hidden behind an unmarked door in a bustling city. Jazz music plays softly, patrons in vintage attire, dimly lit room with old wooden furniture, whispered conversations, clinking glasses, smoky air, shadows cast on the walls, extreme close-up, portrait, nostalgic, clandestine light.
    A samurai jazz band onstage playing their instruments, samurai armor, saxophone, microphone, drums, piano, fancy night club setting,
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    retro anime artwork The screen flickers and goes static briefly before resolving into a pixelated image. A voice echoes through the speakers, distorted and echoey...Hello, hello, testing...is this thing on? The video feed stabilizes, revealing a dimly lit room cluttered with electronics and wires. Sitting at a desk covered in computer components is a person wearing a VR helmet, their face obscured by the device. They lean back in their chair, rubbing their temples. Turning to face the camera, they remove the helmet, shaking out their short, messy hair. Anyway, welcome to another episode of Artificially Autistic Isolation Station! Your friendly neighborhood neuro-diverse streamer bringing you the finest in weird music, abstract visuals, and existential crises. Grinning mischievously, they hold up a stack of CDs.Tonight's musical lineup includes everything from experimental noise to avant-garde jazz fusion to underground electronic artists that probably shouldn't exist based on the laws of physics and sanity. Prepare yourself for a sonic odyssey unlike any other! studio Ghibli, (art by Hayao Miyazaki), adventure, animation, characters, fantasy, film, Japanese, kids-book, manga-anime, whimsy, reminiscent of 80s and 90s anime, aerial shot, aesthetic, dreamy, vibrant, vivid, textural, artistic, anime style, key-visual, studio anime, beautiful, painterly, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, intricate details, absurdres,
    Expressionism - A gritty, film noir-inspired private investigator in a smoky, dimly lit jazz club during the 1940s, featuring a saxophonist playing a soulful melody. The scene has a moody, atmospheric quality reminiscent of the works of James Bama, with bold brushstrokes and vivid, expressionist colors. Influenced by the styles of Ash Thorp, Simon Stalenhag, and Syd Mead, the image blends the dark, crime-ridden world of detective fiction with the energetic, rebellious spirit of rock and roll, set against the eerie, unsettling backdrop of a nursery rhyme characters' twisted gospel.
    T800 robot playing a saxophone on stage with a jazz band
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmaMJ6.1m <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:1.0> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.8> <lora:aidmaMJ6.1_aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-v0.4:0.4>
    In a dimly lit, smoke-filled bar, a medium close-up reveals a rugged replicant bounty hunter sitting at the counter, nursing a glass of synthetic whiskey. The bartender, a humanoid android, listens intently as the bounty hunter recounts his latest mission. On the wall behind them, a neon sign flickers with the name “D-Pad.Life,” its glow casting a subtle illumination over their faces. The hum of electric jazz music and the murmur of patrons create an atmosphere of tension and intrigue. Filmed on 35mm with a gritty, atmospheric color palette, the scene explores themes of identity, memory, and the blurred line between human and machine. Directed by Denis Villeneuve, from Blade Runner: Electric Shadows
    The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumming against the tall windows of the old manor blending with the low hum of jazz floating through the hall. Masks of every shape and shade cloaked the faces of the elite, men and women moving like shadows, their identities hidden behind velvet and silk, laughter muffled beneath the weight of their secrets. Then I saw her. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, dressed in a shimmering gown that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her mask, a delicate lace that clung to her skin, revealed just enough to ignite the imagination, but concealed the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were exposed, painted in a shade of red that felt both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. The kind that could get a man killed.
    A cozy jazz club hall in the style of the 1930s. In the foreground, jazz burlesque dancer Tall slender athletic woman are very close. wide hips. White blouse, High-necked blouse, fully clothed, hat, black shorts, suspenders. (pulled the suspenders). A dynamic pose. There is playful surprise on face. Laughing and flirting. In the background, musicians are out of focus, an elite well-dressed audience... The photograph immortalizes her as a figure of elegance and quiet power, her piercing gaze and flawless style making her an unforgettable presence within the Mediterranean dreamscape. (Depth of field), low saturation,detail. mythp0rt, charismatic., ,,. masterpiece, best quality, dramatic lighting. . woM4ry3l1
    A soulful jazz musician plays a saxophone on a dimly lit stage. Smoky club, spotlight, musical notes, fedora, vintage microphone, dramatic shadow, extreme close-up, portrait.
    In the dim glow of a rain-slicked city street, a lone figure stands beneath a flickering neon sign that reads, "Broken Hearts Club." The crimson light spills across the wet pavement, reflecting in the puddles like the remnants of a shattered dream. A torn love letter flutters in the breeze, its ink running like silent tears. Draped in a long, oversized coat, the figure clutches a single wilted rose, its petals darkened by the evening rain. Around them, the city pulses with indifferent energy—couples hurry past, hand in hand, illuminated by the warm glow of café windows, their laughter muffled by the downpour. Inside the club, visible through a fogged-up window, a melancholy jazz band plays a slow, soulful tune as heartbroken souls nurse bittersweet cocktails. The bar is lined with lonely patrons, each lost in their own silent stories of love lost, framed in moody shadows and candlelit sorrow. This is the world of the brokenhearted—a place where love lingers as an ache, painted in deep blues, somber purples, and fleeting glimpses of crimson passion that once burned bright but now fade into the night. Anime, Niji
    Steampunk mermaid queen ruling an underwater Victorian city, with clockwork fish and brass submarines navigating coral skyscrapers; a hyper-realistic close-up of a dragon's eye reflecting an epic battle scene in its pupil; surreal digital painting of a tree growing from a floating book, its branches forming constellations against a cosmic background; retro-futuristic Art Deco poster of a jazz band performing on the moon, with Earth rising in the background; photorealistic portrait of an elderly Inuit storyteller with the Northern Lights dancing in her wise eyes; minimalist vector illustration of a Rube Goldberg machine made entirely of typographic elements; oil painting style digital artwork of a samurai meditating in a cherry blossom storm, petals swirling to form a yin-yang symbol; isometric pixel art of a bustling multi-level beehive city with worker bees operating tiny elevators and conveyor belts; hyper-detailed mandala composed of miniature scenes from world mythologies, each section telling a different legend; mixed media collage of a time-traveling botanist's journal, featuring pressed flowers from different eras and notes in various historical scripts.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    Steampunk mermaid queen ruling an underwater Victorian city, with clockwork fish and brass submarines navigating coral skyscrapers; a hyper-realistic close-up of a dragon's eye reflecting an epic battle scene in its pupil; surreal digital painting of a tree growing from a floating book, its branches forming constellations against a cosmic background; retro-futuristic Art Deco poster of a jazz band performing on the moon, with Earth rising in the background; photorealistic portrait of an elderly Inuit storyteller with the Northern Lights dancing in her wise eyes; minimalist vector illustration of a Rube Goldberg machine made entirely of typographic elements; oil painting style digital artwork of a samurai meditating in a cherry blossom storm, petals swirling to form a yin-yang symbol; isometric pixel art of a bustling multi-level beehive city with worker bees operating tiny elevators and conveyor belts; hyper-detailed mandala composed of miniature scenes from world mythologies, each section telling a different legend; mixed media collage of a time-traveling botanist's journal, featuring pressed flowers from different eras and notes in various historical scripts.
    This is a photograph of a vinyl record album cover for a jazz album titled "Clippy Jazz" placed on a wooden desk. The album cover features a highly detailed, realistic illustration of Clippy with big eyes, playing a saxophone, surrounded by music notes and instruments.
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    A picturesque Parisian street in the 1930s, bathed in the soft golden glow of vintage street lamps as the sun sets. The cobblestone road glistens faintly from a recent drizzle, reflecting the warm lights of charming cafés and patisseries lining the boulevard. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower rises majestically, partially veiled in a dreamy haze. A well-dressed couple strolls hand in hand—she wears a flowing knee-length dress with delicate lace details, a stylish beret, and gloves, while he dons a tailored three-piece suit with a classic fedora. A small, elegant handbag dangles from her wrist, and peeking from it is a folded love letter sealed with red wax, hinting at a heartfelt exchange. A vintage bicycle leans against a nearby flower cart overflowing with fresh roses and peonies, adding to the romantic ambiance. Soft jazz music drifts from an open café window, where a waiter in a crisp uniform arranges delicate porcelain teacups. The air is filled with the scent of fresh pastries, blooming flowers, and the unmistakable magic of Parisian love.
    A stylishly dressed woman from the 1930s, exuding all the elegance and charm of the Jazz Age. Her gown is a sleek, chocolate brown velvet number with a delicate lace trim, and she wears plenty of pearl jewelry. Her hair is neatly upswept with elaborate floral arrangements, and her makeup is soft yet noticeable, with rosy lips and eyes. The lighting is warm and low-key, reminiscent of vintage film styles, creating a soft, inviting atmosphere that emphasizes the woman's elegance and charm.
    A vibrant digital painting of a bear expertly drumming on a jazz kit, with colorful musical notes floating around.
    Steampunk mermaid queen ruling an underwater Victorian city, with clockwork fish and brass submarines navigating coral skyscrapers; a hyper-realistic close-up of a dragon's eye reflecting an epic battle scene in its pupil; surreal digital painting of a tree growing from a floating book, its branches forming constellations against a cosmic background; retro-futuristic Art Deco poster of a jazz band performing on the moon, with Earth rising in the background; photorealistic portrait of an elderly Inuit storyteller with the Northern Lights dancing in her wise eyes; minimalist vector illustration of a Rube Goldberg machine made entirely of typographic elements; oil painting style digital artwork of a samurai meditating in a cherry blossom storm, petals swirling to form a yin-yang symbol; isometric pixel art of a bustling multi-level beehive city with worker bees operating tiny elevators and conveyor belts; hyper-detailed mandala composed of miniature scenes from world mythologies, each section telling a different legend; mixed media collage of a time-traveling botanist's journal, featuring pressed flowers from different eras and notes in various historical scripts.
    Under the dim glow of an old-fashioned chandelier, a skeleton in a pinstripe suit leans lazily against a grand piano, his bony fingers tapping rhythmically against a half-full whiskey glass. His empty eye sockets are covered by sleek, round sunglasses that reflect the warm amber light of the flickering neon sign behind him. A deep red velvet curtain drapes across the stage, slightly torn at the edges, while a vintage microphone stands before him, waiting for a song that may never come. The air is thick with swirling tendrils of phantom smoke, coiling elegantly around the brass instruments left unattended on the bandstand. A few shadowy figures sit at round tables in the background, their features obscured, their drinks untouched, as if frozen in time. The skeleton’s fedora is tilted just slightly, giving him an air of effortless cool, a soul long gone but still lingering in the music. His polished dress shoes rest on the piano’s foot pedals, the keys beneath him covered in faint scratches from decades of midnight performances. The scene is steeped in a timeless, spectral nostalgia, where jazz and ghosts blend seamlessly in the glow of the city’s forgotten hours.<lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumming against the tall windows of the old manor blending with the low hum of jazz floating through the hall. Masks of every shape and shade cloaked the faces of the elite, men and women moving like shadows, their identities hidden behind velvet and silk, laughter muffled beneath the weight of their secrets. Then I saw her. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, dressed in a shimmering gown that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her mask, a delicate lace that clung to her skin, revealed just enough to ignite the imagination, but concealed the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were exposed, painted in a shade of red that felt both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. The kind that could get a man killed.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic rainbow shape with flowing curves and metallic sheen, creating an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats on the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, wearing a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her mask, delicate lace clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were exposed, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    Darth Vader leading a 1920s-style jazz band. Vader, in his iconic black suit and cape, plays a golden saxophone on a smoky nightclub stage. Stormtroopers form the backing band on various instruments. The club's neon sign glows with 'The Dark Side of the Moon' in art deco font.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    Steampunk mermaid queen ruling an underwater Victorian city, with clockwork fish and brass submarines navigating coral skyscrapers; a hyper-realistic close-up of a dragon's eye reflecting an epic battle scene in its pupil; surreal digital painting of a tree growing from a floating book, its branches forming constellations against a cosmic background; retro-futuristic Art Deco poster of a jazz band performing on the moon, with Earth rising in the background; photorealistic portrait of an elderly Inuit storyteller with the Northern Lights dancing in her wise eyes; minimalist vector illustration of a Rube Goldberg machine made entirely of typographic elements; oil painting style digital artwork of a samurai meditating in a cherry blossom storm, petals swirling to form a yin-yang symbol; isometric pixel art of a bustling multi-level beehive city with worker bees operating tiny elevators and conveyor belts; hyper-detailed mandala composed of miniature scenes from world mythologies, each section telling a different legend; mixed media collage of a time-traveling botanist's journal, featuring pressed flowers from different eras and notes in various historical scripts.
    An aged worn sepia monochrome 1800s photograph of an african american female jazz singer, closeup portrait of her singing into the microphone, back lit by illuminous stage lights
    In a dimly lit, smoke-filled bar, a medium close-up reveals a rugged replicant bounty hunter sitting at the counter, nursing a glass of synthetic whiskey. The bartender, a humanoid android, listens intently as the bounty hunter recounts his latest mission. On the wall behind them, a neon sign flickers with the name “D-Pad.Life,” its glow casting a subtle illumination over their faces. The hum of electric jazz music and the murmur of patrons create an atmosphere of tension and intrigue. Filmed on 35mm with a gritty, atmospheric color palette, the scene explores themes of identity, memory, and the blurred line between human and machine. Directed by Denis Villeneuve, from Blade Runner: Electric Shadows
    In a gritty, rain-soaked alleyway under the neon glow of a dimly lit jazz bar in 1940s New Orleans, the sultry CR381NGR woman with her raven hair cascading down her back, wears a unique, form-fitting red velvet dress adorned with gold beads and a feather boa. Her brown eyes sparkle with an enigmatic allure as she leans against the brick wall, her lips parted in a seductive smile, illuminated by a single, flickering streetlamp, creating a captivating portrait of unspoken passion and mystery.
    Frank Sinatra singing into a microphone in a jazz club, speech bubble with the text "Fill my heart with buzz, and let me gen forever more"
    Opulent Art Deco spa, gilded geometric patterns, black marble floors, champagne-gold accents. Sunburst chandeliers cast warm light on jade-green velvet chaise lounges. Curved glass walls reveal infinity pool overlooking city skyline. Ornate brass fixtures, mirrored columns, palm frond motifs. Stepped waterfall feature with rose quartz stones. Luxurious treatment rooms with mother-of-pearl inlays, silk draperies. Glasshouse conservatory filled with exotic orchids, ferns. Circular steam room tiled in iridescent mosaics. Ambient jazz music, subtle incense aroma. Masterpiece, hyper-detailed, 8K resolution, cinematic lighting, photorealistic render. <lora:reedy-art-style:0.5> <lora:Fluxartis 28.11A:0.2> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    In a dimly lit, vintage-inspired speakeasy bathed in the soft glow of hanging Edison bulbs, S0PH13R, a woman with long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, stands at the bar. Her deep-set eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, are fixed on the mirror behind the bartender as she meticulously applies crimson lipstick, her fingers steady and precise. The room is filled with a hazy, smoky ambiance, and the low hum of jazz music plays in the background. Her neck adorned with intricate, antique jewelry, S0PH13R's mood is one of cool confidence as she poses, her body slightly angled, a single strand of hair falling across her face, revealing a hint of the mysterious allure that surrounds her. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her tall stature and impeccable style, as she leans against the polished mahogany bar, exuding an air of sophistication and intrigue.
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    A hyper-realistic close-up of a femme fatale, her lips painted a deep crimson, as she leans across a dimly lit bar. Her gaze is intense, with dark, smokey eyeshadow framing her sharp, seductive eyes. The background is a smoky jazz club, with soft shadows of musicians playing in the distance, creating a moody, sultry atmosphere. Her black silk dress clings to her form, with subtle reflections from the low, warm lighting highlighting the fabric's texture. A single diamond earring glints in the dim light, adding to her air of mystery. Her hand delicately holds a glass of whiskey, ice clinking softly as she swirls it. The scene captures an intimate moment, heavy with tension and intrigue, as she speaks in hushed tones to an unseen figure.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    retro anime artwork The screen flickers and goes static briefly before resolving into a pixelated image. A voice echoes through the speakers, distorted and echoey...Hello, hello, testing...is this thing on? The video feed stabilizes, revealing a dimly lit room cluttered with electronics and wires. Sitting at a desk covered in computer components is a person wearing a VR helmet, their face obscured by the device. They lean back in their chair, rubbing their temples. Turning to face the camera, they remove the helmet, shaking out their short, messy hair. Anyway, welcome to another episode of Artificially Autistic Isolation Station! Your friendly neighborhood neuro-diverse streamer bringing you the finest in weird music, abstract visuals, and existential crises. Grinning mischievously, they hold up a stack of CDs.Tonight's musical lineup includes everything from experimental noise to avant-garde jazz fusion to underground electronic artists that probably shouldn't exist based on the laws of physics and sanity. Prepare yourself for a sonic odyssey unlike any other! studio Ghibli, (art by Hayao Miyazaki), adventure, animation, characters, fantasy, film, Japanese, kids-book, manga-anime, whimsy, reminiscent of 80s and 90s anime, aerial shot, aesthetic, dreamy, vibrant, vivid, textural, artistic, anime style, key-visual, studio anime, beautiful, painterly, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, intricate details, absurdres,
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    OBxiaoxiang, detailed skin pore style,, skin texture style, realism, detailed, the A stunning, platinum-blonde woman, with eyes that shimmered like emeralds, sat poised in a plush, velvet armchair within a dimly lit, opulent cigar lounge. Crimson, low-cut cocktail dress, draped sensuously over curves, clung to her like a second skin, highlighting the delicate sparkle of the fine, diamond-encrusted jewelry cascading down her long, elegant neck. She sipped from a chilled glass of chilled champagne, the golden liquid catching the soft candlelight filtering through the smoky haze. An expensive Omega watch adorned her slender wrist, its intricate mechanics a silent testament to her refined taste. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged tobacco and a hint of expensive perfume. Soft jazz music, barely audible over the low murmur of hushed conversations, filled the room. She waited, her expression a guarded mixture of anticipation and timeless elegance, her posture radiating quiet confidence. Rich mahogany furniture, intricate carvings gleaming under the muted lighting, lined the walls, while patrons, all clad in sophisticated attire, enjoyed their evening in this exclusive haven of refined indulgence.
    Steampunk mermaid queen ruling an underwater Victorian city, with clockwork fish and brass submarines navigating coral skyscrapers; a hyper-realistic close-up of a dragon's eye reflecting an epic battle scene in its pupil; surreal digital painting of a tree growing from a floating book, its branches forming constellations against a cosmic background; retro-futuristic Art Deco poster of a jazz band performing on the moon, with Earth rising in the background; photorealistic portrait of an elderly Inuit storyteller with the Northern Lights dancing in her wise eyes; minimalist vector illustration of a Rube Goldberg machine made entirely of typographic elements; oil painting style digital artwork of a samurai meditating in a cherry blossom storm, petals swirling to form a yin-yang symbol; isometric pixel art of a bustling multi-level beehive city with worker bees operating tiny elevators and conveyor belts; hyper-detailed mandala composed of miniature scenes from world mythologies, each section telling a different legend; mixed media collage of a time-traveling botanist's journal, featuring pressed flowers from different eras and notes in various historical scripts.
    Beautiful surreal high fantasy portrait, Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness, ultra-realistic, dreamy soft focus, ultra fine, shimmering skin that glows like the night sky, long, flowing hair adorned with tiny, glowing stars, deep, cosmic eyes, intricate celestial-themed jewelry, perfect lighting fluxenh4nce
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Black Widow, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air.
    In a surreal, dreamlike noir-inspired setting, T4YL0RW, a woman with long, wavy silver hair cascading down her back like moonlit waves, wears an intricately designed, shimmering black shirt adorned with gold filigree and pearls. Her face is illuminated by the soft glow of a single streetlamp, casting dramatic shadows on her chiseled features - a defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a captivating smile that seems to hold a hint of secrets. She gazes directly at the viewer with intense, piercing blue eyes, her lips curled into a knowing smile. The background is a blurred, rain-drenched cityscape, with the distant sound of jazz music echoing through the alleyways. The camera angle is a low, provocative close-up, focusing on her expressive face and capturing the allure and mystery that surrounds her, leaving the viewer both enthralled and slightly unnerved.
    (extreme quality), (intricate details), (high resolution), on a big block of crumbly cheese on a kitchen top, a band of anthropomorphic white mice play assorted brass instruments in a jazz style, in the background a ginger cat watches
    in the style of cksc, fantasy aesthetic. , digital artwork of a futuristic, natural colors, , epic. luminescence, ultra realistic, hyper detailed, soft lighting , (Frank Frazetta), epic scale. (detailed digital painting, detailed oil painting). Sitting at a desk covered in computer components is a person wearing a VR helmet, their face obscured by the device. They lean back in their chair, rubbing their temples. Turning to face the camera, they remove the helmet, shaking out their short, messy hair. Anyway, welcome to another episode of Artificially Autistic Isolation Station! Your friendly neighborhood neuro-diverse streamer bringing you the finest in weird music, abstract visuals, and existential crises. Grinning mischievously, they hold up a stack of CDs.Tonight's musical lineup includes everything from experimental noise to avant-garde jazz fusion to underground electronic artists that probably shouldn't exist based on the laws of physics and sanity. Prepare yourself for a sonic odyssey unlike any other! studio Ghibli,,. The background is minimalist, a gradient of shadowy blue tones, amplifying the ethereal and futuristic ambiance of the scene. The overall composition feels cinematic, blending high fashion with a science fiction aesthetic. . Exquisite cyberpunk. retroFuturism.CPA
    A sultry, cigarette-smoking woman, her face framed by a cascade of dark curls, sits hunched over a dimly lit bar. A worn, emerald green velvet jacket, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets, drapes over her shoulders. A single diamond earring dangles, a stark contrast to the shadows that cling to her figure. Her eyes, the color of stormy seas, are fixed on a swirling glass of amber liquid, reflecting a swirling tempest of emotion. The bar itself, dimly lit by a flickering neon sign, casts long, theatrical shadows that stretch across the polished mahogany. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive perfume and stale cigarette smoke, a melancholic symphony of the city's late night. A single, disintegrating rose, crimson and faded, sits on the table before her, a silent testament to a lost love. A worn copy of Hemingway rests beside the glass, as if a whispered answer to her unspoken sorrow. The relentless thump-thump of a jazz bass echoes from the speakers, a soundtrack to silent despair. Her expression, a haunting mix of defiance and desperation, suggests the question: Did love ever truly find her?
    A highly detailed, ultra-realistic photo of Harley Quinn, her makeup slightly toned down but still recognizable with her iconic pale skin, red lipstick, and faint smudges of blue and pink around her eyes. She’s attending an elegant cocktail party, wearing a stunning, off-shoulder glittering gown that sparkles under the soft ambient lighting. A beautifully intricate tattoo graces her exposed shoulder, adding a personal touch to her otherwise refined appearance. In her hand, she holds a champagne flute, the golden liquid shimmering as she playfully winks at the viewer, a mischievous smile on her lips. The setting is a luxurious, cinematic ballroom, with warm, golden lights softly glowing from chandeliers and reflections bouncing off polished marble floors. The camera captures her from a low angle, emphasizing her confident, carefree attitude, while the crowd around her fades into a blurred bokeh of motion. The atmosphere feels vibrant and alive, with clinking glasses, laughter, and soft jazz music filling the air. The subtle movement in the background, coupled with her playful expression, adds a dynamic energy to the photo, making Harley Quinn the center of attention in this classy, yet lively, environment.
    retro anime artwork The screen flickers and goes static briefly before resolving into a pixelated image. A voice echoes through the speakers, distorted and echoey...Hello, hello, testing...is this thing on? The video feed stabilizes, revealing a dimly lit room cluttered with electronics and wires. Sitting at a desk covered in computer components is a person wearing a VR helmet, their face obscured by the device. They lean back in their chair, rubbing their temples. Turning to face the camera, they remove the helmet, shaking out their short, messy hair. Anyway, welcome to another episode of Artificially Autistic Isolation Station! Your friendly neighborhood neuro-diverse streamer bringing you the finest in weird music, abstract visuals, and existential crises. Grinning mischievously, they hold up a stack of CDs.Tonight's musical lineup includes everything from experimental noise to avant-garde jazz fusion to underground electronic artists that probably shouldn't exist based on the laws of physics and sanity. Prepare yourself for a sonic odyssey unlike any other! studio Ghibli, (art by Hayao Miyazaki), adventure, animation, characters, fantasy, film, Japanese, kids-book, manga-anime, whimsy, reminiscent of 80s and 90s anime, aerial shot, aesthetic, dreamy, vibrant, vivid, textural, artistic, anime style, key-visual, studio anime, beautiful, painterly, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, intricate details, absurdres, aidmaMJ6.1
    A cozy jazz club hall in the style of the 1930s. In the foreground, jazz burlesque dancer Tall slender athletic woman are very close. wide hips. White blouse, High-necked blouse, fully clothed, hat, black shorts, suspenders. (pulled the suspenders). A dynamic pose. There is playful surprise on face. Laughing and flirting. In the background, musicians are out of focus, an elite well-dressed audience... The photograph immortalizes her as a figure of elegance and quiet power, her piercing gaze and flawless style making her an unforgettable presence within the Mediterranean dreamscape. (Depth of field), low saturation,detail. mythp0rt, charismatic., ,,. masterpiece, best quality, dramatic lighting. . woM4ry3l1
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: A fashionable woman, stylish wide-brim hat, wearing colorful goggles on her eyes, Punk look, sculpture media, triadic colors, done in a Harlem Renaissance style, portrait shot shot. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Create an image of a striking fashionista standing confidently amidst the vibrant jazz scene of 1920s Harlem, surrounded by the eclectic energy of African American culture and artistic expression. The woman is depicted wearing a luxurious fur coat with intricate patterns, paired with a stylish wide-brimmed hat adorned with feathers, sequins, and other ornamentation that echoes the opulence of the era. On her face, colorful goggles add a pop of playful whimsy to her elegant features, emphasizing her connection to the avant-garde movements that defined this pivotal moment in art history. Her hair is styled in an elaborate updo, decorated with vibrant flowers and beads that reflect the triadic colors of red, blue, and yellow – iconic hues of the Harlem Renaissance. The woman's attire is a masterpiece of sculpture-inspired fashion, reimagining the relationship between form and function through bold textile design and clever placement of accessories. Her outfit features textured fabrics, geometric patterns, and abstract shapes that evoke the dynamic energy of African American art from this era. Composed in the style of Jacob Lawrence or Aaron Douglas, this portrait showcases a woman embodying the spirit of creative freedom and rebellion that characterized the Harlem Renaissance – an inspired fusion of art, music, literature, and fashion that continues to inspire artists, designers, and social activists today. <lora:Artistic realism V2:0.60> <lora:Mezzotint_Artstyle_for_Flux_-_by_Ethanar:0.40>
    Disney anime, Disney Morph, Disney Style, (2D Animation), In a smoky jazz lounge, a woman in a sleek white suit sits at the grand piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys as she plays a melody that drips with cool, effortless charm. Her red hair is slicked back, and her deep crimson lipstick matches the single rose tucked into the lapel of her jacket. The crowd watches in awe, entranced by both the music and the undeniable presence she carries. The band behind her follows her lead, saxophones and bass guitar harmonizing with her every movement. Her high-heeled boot taps the floor in perfect rhythm, the glossy black leather catching the ambient glow of the clubs golden chandeliers. The world outside is loud, chaoticut here, in this moment, she is untouchable. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , ,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting , Gillian Anderson, . Sharp shadows. phantasmagoria. (An otherworldly atmosphere)., . unimaginable quality, 8K, UHD, , Depth of field, masterpiece., . full body. Mysticism. mythp0rt, InCase Style. hla
    A single, breathtaking image unfolds at the apex of a colossal Art Deco skyscraper—its sleek geometric spires and lavish ornamentation illuminated by neon-laced storm clouds roiling overhead. The building itself appears to be fashioned from a dark, reflective metal that catches every hue of the city’s dazzling lights—pinks, turquoises, violets—creating a molten, prismatic effect along its razor-sharp edges. At strategic intervals, stylized ventilation ducts expel pressurized plumes of phosphorescent vapor, almost like luminous fireworks in slow motion, adding a sense of rhythm and pulse to the urban skyline. Standing on a narrow observation platform jutting out from the tower’s 150th floor is an otherworldly flapper-inspired woman in her mid-twenties. She is strikingly pale, her porcelain skin given an almost ethereal glow by the interplay of lightning flashes and neon signage flickering from the surrounding buildings. A meticulously styled, finger-wave bob frames her face; the waves are as precise as the metal grooves on an antique record, each one reflecting back subtle glints of electric-blue light. Two holographic barrettes—shaped like stylized feathers—adorn her hair, projecting micro-lasers that flit across the adjacent metal in tiny, dancing geometric shapes. Her gown is a masterpiece of neo-deco couture: midnight-blue silk fused with thin, shimmering circuitry that forms fractal, art-deco motifs across the fabric. The circuitry pulses in hypnotic synchronization with the city’s electromagnetic hum, glowing faintly teal one moment, then shifting to magenta the next. The low-backed design reveals the graceful arch of her spine, where the shimmering circuits trail all the way up to her shoulder blades, dissolving into delicate, swirling filigree. The silhouette clings to her hourglass form, falling away in a sweeping hem that catches each gust of wind, giving the impression of a nocturnal waltz on the edge of the world. Behind her, the futuristic 1920s zeppelins cruise between skyscrapers, each airship adorned with luminescent art-deco insignias. Their metal hulls sparkle with electrical arcs that leap from one antenna to another, and they leave behind trails of swirling sparks that drift slowly downward, disappearing into the city’s labyrinthine streets. The metropolis below, a vast canopy of elevated rail lines and neon catwalks, seems to vibrate in harmony with the swirling storm, as if the entire place is alive and dancing to a hidden rhythm. With one elegantly gloved hand resting lightly on the Art Deco railing, the woman tilts her chin upward, gazing out over the storm-wreathed skyline with a calm, almost regal confidence. A faint mist of rain, tinted by the swirling neon, cascades across her features, giving her cheeks a glossy sheen and making her dark lashes glisten. In the distance, thunder rumbles—a deep, resonant note that mingles with the industrial hum of power grids and the faint, jazz-like echoes of street-level nightclubs far below. In this snapshot of the impossible, vintage glamour marries futuristic marvel. The stark vertical lines of the skyscraper, the swirling neon clouds, and the ephemeral spark-showers from cruising zeppelins all converge around her solitary form. She is at once an icon of timeless style and a sentinel of a new, unreal age—poised high above a city that pulses with the promise and peril of a bold, neon tomorrow.
    Cinematic style, realism, cinematic quality, Pastel, drawing with dry chalk, A vibrant, futuristic form with smooth curves and a golden sheen that created an otherworldly atmosphere. The night was thick with rain, its rhythmic drumbeats in the tall windows of the old manor mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting through the room. She moved through the crowd like smoke, dark and elusive, in a shimmering dress that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. Her (((mask of delicate black lace: 1.4))), clinging to her skin, revealed just enough to spark the imagination, but hid the most important parts: her eyes. Only her lips were open, painted a shade of red that seemed both dangerous and inviting, like a whispered secret. One that could kill a man. Simple yet captivating, the design caught the light reflections on its surface, adding depth and dimension. This digital work of art embodies modernity while simultaneously awakening curiosity about what lies beyond our consciousness.
    In a dimly lit, intimate jazz club bathed in the soft, amber glow of vintage chandeliers and red velvet booths, A88Y5, a woman of striking beauty with her hair cascading down her back like a raven waterfall, is captured from a low angle. Her eyes, the color of rich chocolate, sparkle with an infectious smile as she sips her drink, her long, elegantly dangling earrings reflecting the gentle dance of light around the room. Her outfit, a form-fitting black dress that accentuates her hourglass figure, is in stark contrast to the blurry, soft-focus background, creating an air of mystery and allure. The camera focuses on her lips, which are pursed in a sensual smile, as if she's about to sing along with the soulful melody drifting from the stage, capturing the essence of a confident, enchanting woman lost in the music.
    Cover of a moody jazz album entitled "Too Many Humans to Abduct" written on it in black letters by a band called "The Depressed Invaders". In the picture, there is a jazz band consisting of green-skinned aliens with big heads playing instruments on stage in a darkly lit club
    Cover of a moody jazz album entitled "Too Many Humans to Abduct" written on it in black letters by a band called "The Depressed Invaders". In the picture, there is a jazz band consisting of green-skinned aliens with big heads playing instruments on stage in a darkly lit club
    CINNAPAINT, neon colored art image : black cat playing a playing a piano on stage in a jazz club with red accent mood lighting
    In a dimly lit, vintage-inspired speakeasy, D4N13L4B, a woman with brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair cascading down her shoulders, is perched on a red velvet barstool. Her black hair is tied up in a high ponytail adorned with two pairs of elegant silver earrings. She wears a vintage-inspired, form-fitting black shirt that hugs her slender frame and reveals a hint of her tattoos, accentuating her edgy style. Her full lips are painted a deep red, matching the hue of the cherry lipstick stains on the rim of her glass. The soft, warm light from a nearby candle casts a mysterious glow upon her face, while a smoky jazz tune plays in the background. She locks eyes with the viewer, her gaze intense and captivating, as she takes a sip from her old-fashioned cocktail, radiating an air of confidence and allure.
    In a dimly lit, intimate jazz lounge bathed in soft amber and blue hues, D4N13L4B, a woman with raven-black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, is seated at the edge of a velvet plush armchair. Her eyes sparkle with an infectious smile as they meet the viewer's gaze. Her long, wavy tresses frame her face, and she accessorizes herself with delicate, golden earrings that catch the light like stars. The camera angle is slightly low, accentuating her elegance as she leans forward, elbows resting on bent knees, her fingers gently drumming a rhythm on the armrest, lost in the soothing melodies filling the room, exuding an aura of captivating allure and undeniable charm.
    In a dimly lit, vintage speakeasy filled with the haze of cigar smoke and soft jazz melodies, D4N13L4B, a captivating woman with sleek black hair cascading down her shoulders and adorned in an intricate gold necklace, takes a moment to break the smoky silence. Her piercing brown eyes sparkle under the warm amber glow of the hanging lamps as she smiles, revealing a set of perfectly aligned pearly white teeth and dangling earrings that glint in the light. The camera angles from a low vantage point, capturing her profile, emphasizing the fullness of her voluptuous lips which are slightly parted as she locks eyes with the viewer, exuding an air of mystery and allure.
    In a dimly lit, vintage-inspired jazz club bathed in the soft glow of amber spotlights, EM3L14J, a woman of striking beauty with cascading brown hair and expressive, deep-set brown eyes adorned with shimmering earrings and delicate jewelry, stands solo against the velvet ropes of the stage. Her sleek black hair is pulled back into a chic updo, her lips curved into a confident smile as she cradles a saxophone, the glint of its silver body reflecting off her polished, black outfit, exuding an air of both vulnerability and strength in this intimate, emotional performance.
    photograph of a Female Orion Smuggler Green skin and blue eyes with her long flowing black hair with blue highlights over her left shoulder wearing a weathered leather jacket holding out a lightning bolt logo towards the viewer, in a dimly lit jazz pub, shallow depth of field
    A sultry, cigarette-smoking woman, her face framed by a cascade of dark curls, sits hunched over a dimly lit bar. A worn, emerald green velvet jacket, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets, drapes over her shoulders. A single diamond earring dangles, a stark contrast to the shadows that cling to her figure. Her eyes, the color of stormy seas, are fixed on a swirling glass of amber liquid, reflecting a swirling tempest of emotion. The bar itself, dimly lit by a flickering neon sign, casts long, theatrical shadows that stretch across the polished mahogany. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive perfume and stale cigarette smoke, a melancholic symphony of the city's late night. A single, disintegrating rose, crimson and faded, sits on the table before her, a silent testament to a lost love. A worn copy of Hemingway rests beside the glass, as if a whispered answer to her unspoken sorrow. The relentless thump-thump of a jazz bass echoes from the speakers, a soundtrack to silent despair. Her expression, a haunting mix of defiance and desperation, suggests the question: Did love ever truly find her?
    A captivating surrealist masterpiece, the focal point is a close-up of the legendary Louis Armstrong, playing his iconic trumpet with an air of pure magic. The trumpet is intricately detailed and reflects the artist's masterful skill, embodying the essence of the iconic jazz musician. The composition is a masterful blend of Joan Miro's biomorphic forms and the emotive intensity of Kandinsky's abstract style, resulting in a mesmerizing work of art. Set against a rich tapestry of hues, the piece exudes dramatic tension through the incorporation of abstract elements, and random textures. A breathtaking digital artwork masterpiece that artistically blends watercolor, alcohol ink, and mixed media styles.
    cinna flow, rainbow ink splats, monochrome, black cat playing a piano on stage in a jazz club. Very detailed, vibrant colors
    A sleepy tabby cat rests on a stack of books by a rain-streaked window, its fur softly illuminated by the dim, overcast light outside. The muted grays and cool blues of the cloudy sky contrast with the warm, amber glow of a nearby candle. Droplets slide down the glass, creating a soothing rhythm as soft jazz music plays in the background. A cup of steaming tea sits beside the cat, wisps of steam curling into the air. Beyond the window, a quiet, misty cityscape emerges, its lights shimmering like distant stars, adding to the peaceful and introspective mood of this rainy day retreat. VibrantlySharp style., Anime art
    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber-hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia-style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face.
    In a forgotten speakeasy bathed in crimson light, a statuesque woman in a razor-sharp tuxedo leans lazily against the bar, a glass of whiskey swirling in her gloved hand. Her platinum blonde bob is cut to perfection, not a strand out of place, her lips painted the kind of deep red that leaves a mark on every cigarette she smokes. The dim lighting catches the subtle iridescent threadwork in her suit, shifting between violet and emerald as she moves. A single, black leather glove rests on the polished bar top, tapping out a slow rhythm as she listens to the band—a jazz quartet that plays like they owe her money. In the corner, figures in dark coats whisper nervously, casting glances in her direction, but she pays them no mind. A pearl-handled dagger sits sheathed at her hip, not hidden but not flaunted—an elegant warning. The bartender, a nervous wreck of a man, refills her glass without being asked, his hands trembling just slightly. She smiles at him, slow and knowing. In this place, she isn’t a customer. She is the storm before the thunder. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    cinna flow, A sleep-deprived humanoid creature with a coffee cup for a head. His eyes are dark and droopy, barely staying open, wearing a wrinkled office suit with a loosened tie. His arms are sluggish, barely lifting as he attempts a lazy, jazzy dance. Coffee spills from his head every time he moves, leaving a trail of caffeine on the floor. The background is a whimsical jazz club with neon lights and a smoky atmosphere. Cinematic lighting, hyper-realistic, humorous yet slightly eerie
    Mh1$AgThS2 An extreme closeup of a saxophone during a Montreal Jazz Festival performance, the brass instrument captured in hyperrealistic detail as it catches stage lighting in prismatic reflections. Each valve, pad, and engraved detail appears with microscopic precision, while condensation from the musician's breath creates tiny galaxies of moisture on the metal surface. The saxophone's bell becomes a portal into music itself, with visible sound waves emerging as synesthetic colors—deep blues, passionate crimsons, and improvisational purples swirling into the night air. The performer's fingers, just visible at the edge of the frame, press keys with practiced precision, their skin tones contrasting with the instrument's golden brass. The entire composition vibrates with the energy of live music, the cool blue of jazz club lighting playing against the warm gold of the instrument. Thin border of musical notation from Canadian jazz compositions on a epic border background

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