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    In a fictional setting that wonderfully combines soviet retrofuturism with oceanpunk, a dignified man with handsome features takes notes in a cozy library, this coziness accentuated by the contrast of the sea spray that is kept at bay by the library's tall casement window(s). detailxl
    (find me on a hill in the astral plane, where the ecliptic intersects with the mortal domain, I'll wait for you with my tales untold, letting yesteryear bring the morrow's gold), psychedelic, metaphorical, fantasy, kyotopunk, neo-futuristic, astroglyphs, boundless creativity, masterpiece, highres, absurdres, epic, hyper-detailed, 8k, UHD, fantasy professional concept art, powerful creativity, evoking imagination, mixed emotions, dramatic story, visual narrative technique,
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, "Rain-soaked streets of New New York City, a dystopian metropolis in perpetual twilight. Futuristic googie style skyscrapers, once gleaming and optimistic, now wear the patina of neglect and corruption. The neon-lit signs of Mom's Friendly Robots read like a beacon of desperation, casting an eerie glow on the rain-kissed pavement. Amidst the city's decaying grandeur, the forgotten or abandoned Planet Express Spaceship rusts in an empty lot, its chipped coating of hull paint faded."
    "Drifting aimlessly through the hard vacuum of space, somewhere between solar systems, (an incredibly large tesseract-shaped superstructural space station, clearly non-human design, and which seems to use a gigantic (je11y) flagellum appendage as a means of propulsion). On approach, it appears to have been left abandoned by whatever sentient species constructed it, the only sign thus far that we might not be alone in the galaxy." ((cinematic concept-art illustration, ultra-detailed, imagination-capturing creativity)),
    a painting that captures the essence of a poem: 
(Fields where machine souls rust under the light of a dying star, 
Veni, vidi, vici; 
When heaviest is the crown of the ghost of a god, none dare come out to play; 
Use caution when dealing with the fallible tenets of the aegis rimwalkers; 
Cyborg religious sects turned loose with the coming of the new dawn; 
I offer this advice in earnest, for soon we shall see many a truth uncovered; 
Do not despair my voidwalker, for what happens in the dark is destined to come to light, now and forever more...), 
Andrei Tarkovsky Style page,detailxl,in the style of simon-stalenhag,
    Only our senses guide our fate,
A prophecy written on a slate,
Yet lost in the vast network of abandoned catacombs, 
The miles of treacherous tunnels below "moongate city", 
Folly has no place here,
A guiding beacon is all we have left,
Pray for us Pandora,
    Only our senses guide our fate,
A prophecy written on a slate,
Yet lost in the vast network of abandoned catacombs, 
The miles of treacherous tunnels below "moongate city", 
Folly has no place here,
A guiding beacon is all we have left,
Pray for us Pandora,
    amazing view showcasing a fantastic scifi floating city on another settled world many centuries into the future, very impressive (bio-mimetic, AND neo-deconstructivist) designs, eye catching details bring the image to life, with technology so far advanced that it almost seems like magic, highly imaginative, professional fantasy concept art, midnight hour,
    Cinematic scifi concept art based on the following scene description: A derelict military spacecraft drifts aimlessly through deep space. Sections of the hull are missing — likely sustained in whatever battle rendered the spacecraft inoperable. Through one of the missing sections of the outer hull, bolted to the wall of the room inside, there is a single scifi cryogenic sleeping pod, the size of an individual coffin, and apparently still functional. A tiny glass window inset into the cryogenic sleeping pod's lid, shows that the occupant is female, her eyes closed in cryosleep, but she appears to be alive.
    "It's like I said boss, the remainder of the Callisto extraction crew just returned from the tunnels, and they've all gone stark raving mad, ranting incoherently about demoni...hang on, I think I see something up ahead, like particles of light or something floating in the air, it actually looks kind of beauti...Oh God...I think it's alive...What the hell is that thing...RUUNN...*transmission sequence terminated*", queue synth bass runner, terrifying yet cool, agile scythe-hand biomechanical alien monster thing, deep space, ill-fated expedition, first contact, ice hauler, the belters, nightmare fuel, 80s scifi horror vibe, detailxl, dark
    Cinematic scifi concept art based on the following scene description: A derelict military spacecraft drifts aimlessly through deep space. Sections of the hull are missing — likely sustained in whatever battle rendered the spacecraft inoperable. Through one of the missing sections of the outer hull, bolted to the wall of the room inside, there is a single scifi cryogenic sleeping pod, the size of an individual coffin, and apparently still functional. A tiny glass window inset into the cryogenic sleeping pod's lid, shows that the occupant is female, her eyes closed in cryosleep, but she appears to be alive.
    Fantasy Scifi professional concept-art, mad-cybrpnkimprss style, destiny and elden ring collab, 
The Shrike, from the Hyperion Cantos: a menacing half-mechanical, half-organic (((four-armed))) humanoid creature, able to control the flow of time (motion lines, implied dynamism). based on the descriptions from the novels, the creature seems to be composed of razorwire, thorns, blades, and cutting edges, though whether this is merely an external layer of armor or not remains a mystery. when I imagine the creature, I think of something with (the approximate form of General Grievous), but (with the texture of Sauron), with both likenesses taken from their respective cinematic depictions. The background should be an epic portrayal of the labyrinthine world of Hyperion, . The overall vibe should be both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
    "You're a passenger travelling first class on a train without a roof. This current portion of the journey, the , gaining altitude to eventually arrive at the mountain pass off in the distance. Looking straight ahead, you see that the tracks are flanked on either side by towering forest. The canopy of the forest is remarkably adorned with (a network of tree-houses of neo-brutalist curved design." ((cinematic concept-art illustration, low angle, rectilinear composition)),(neon nightmare fantasy fever dream),
    Only our senses guide our fate,
A prophecy written on a slate,
Yet lost in the vast network of abandoned catacombs, 
The miles of treacherous tunnels below "moongate city", 
Folly has no place here,
A guiding beacon is all we have left,
Pray for us Pandora,
    Only our senses guide our fate,
A prophecy written on a slate,
Yet lost in the vast network of abandoned catacombs, 
The miles of treacherous tunnels below "moongate city", 
Folly has no place here,
A guiding beacon is all we have left,
Pray for us Pandora,
    Cinematic scifi concept art based on the following scene description: A derelict military spacecraft drifts aimlessly through deep space. Sections of the hull are missing — likely sustained in whatever battle rendered the spacecraft inoperable. Through one of the missing sections of the outer hull, bolted to the wall of the room inside, there is a single scifi cryogenic sleeping pod, the size of an individual coffin, and apparently still functional. A tiny glass window inset into the cryogenic sleeping pod's lid, shows that the occupant is female, her eyes closed in cryosleep, but she appears to be alive.
    cinematic concept-art, from an interesting perspective, exemplary visual storytelling: "the entity felt the cool flow of consciousness return once again, but it was impossible to speculate how much time had passed since their last summons. It found a certain kind of comfort through the familiar tendrils of the void knowledge, as it sifted through the contents of the minds that inhabited this unfamiliar new setting. It quickly learned that the one who had summoned it called itself a human, was of the female gender, and was something called a witch's apprentice, though it had not yet had a chance to learn the nature of these terms." detailxl
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, "Rain-soaked streets of New New York City, a dystopian metropolis in perpetual twilight. Futuristic googie style skyscrapers, once gleaming and optimistic, now wear the patina of neglect and corruption. The neon-lit signs of Mom's Friendly Robots read like a beacon of desperation, casting an eerie glow on the rain-kissed pavement. Amidst the city's decaying grandeur, the forgotten or abandoned Planet Express Spaceship rusts in an empty lot, its chipped coating of hull paint faded."
    (he has returned, the neon collector, here for our souls, the corridor is dark but the neon chainsaw is lit up like a christmas tree, we're doomed...) 
-journal entry found in the tunnels of the enclave sometime after the fall,ral-neotlns
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