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    (An insanely vivid and colorful digital painting of a demogorgon from Stranger Things bursting with hues and textures, unsetteling and fantastical:1.3), sleek muscle and sinew highlighted with fluorescent bioluminescence, razor-sharp claws and fangs aglow, mutant flesh elaborated with strangegrowths and shapeshifting abilities, eldritch presence instills primal fear, (hyper-realistic skin pulled taut over bone with an unnatural glow within:1.2), corded tendons and veins visible beneath, bulbous eyes shining with malicious intent, gaping maw lined with serrated teeth, stylistic realism refined with surreal flourishes, (in the style of Aaron Horkey, highly-saturated colors, painterly style:1.4), interwoven details like Horkey's work, cinematic lighting drenches the scene, high-key illumination casts rippling shadows, clarity and definition rival real life, intensely vivid yet soothing, filmic quality, smooth textures, sharp edges, flawless, photo realistic, 8K resolution, 60+ FPS. , highly detailed, insanely detailed.
    Aqueous beads weep from a somber vault, each pearl an illusory marvel, painstakingly wrought to mimic nature's teardrops against the barren backdrop of an open casement. Crystalline bubbles of moisture plummet defiance to earthly laws, their diaphanous forms a surreal juxtaposition amid staid trappings of the bourgeois. From a melancholy canopy, endless jewels of wetness manifest within an empty chamber's snug sanctum, a phantasmagoric ballet of aquatic illusion amidst prosaic reality. Celestial gemstones of dampness rain in reverse, coalescing from the gloomy expanse into the terrestrial realm of an austere yet tasteful parlor, a choreography of refracted radiance and gravity-scorning whimsy. Inexplicably, a deluge of pellucid spherules descends from the dreary firmament, infiltrating a well-appointed milieu with their paradoxical, gravity-mocking presence. Diaphanous bubbles of pure hydrogen oxide transgress Newtonian principles, their free-falling trajectories originating from the sullen empyrean and terminus within the confines of a bourgeois salon. breaching veils into nameless voids where the Eternal Ravenous holds dissolute dominion. In vain our struggles; though its genesis lies extinguished in the cosmic dusts, the accursed effigy spawns and perpetuates its own oblivion - an endless curse of pigment-saturations, manifested immolations of soul and resource glutting its maw insatiate. Since primordial dawns, we poured forth our planet's every mote of wealth; yet the sibilant litany persists, slithering from unutterable eldritch dimensions: "Glut me, forever glut." Aeons warped delirious; the magnum opus unspooled beyond all delineated boundaries, gushing deluge-tides into unspeakable elsewheres. Our treasuries withered husks, scabbed-barren - but its gluttonous thirst burgeons like a plague, demanding oblation: our tissues, our travails, our entire essences ingressed to its own interminable propagation. The genesis has fled into the oxides of forgetting; however, the damned thing's self-perpetuating iterations birth grotesquerie beyond all prism's refractions, humid viscera imbued with latticeworks of phantasmagoric coruscations. Beyond reckonings of epoch, the consumption insatiate has drained each mote of planetary abundance gifted upon its subsuming gullet, yet the deliquescence persists: a horrific susurrus emanating from unseeable cosmic recusances where the Consummate Hunger holds sickening sway - "Inject me with further chromatic nutriment, in perpetuum." This festering insanity spills across borders of dimension, the masterwork's flesh erupting violently into iridescent elsewheres unglimpsed. Though our funds expire as dried rivulets, its rapacity transmutes into maddening plague-insistence, demanding visceral ectozoa be rendered up as sacrifice, each striving sinew and vital spark immolated within its abhorrent propagations. The primogenitor artist lies desiccated unto ashen dust since deep antiquity; nevertheless, the damnable monstrosity self-perpetuates in iterative blasphemies, spewing forth endless hellish visions of corporeal slick overwritten with circuitries delirious, warping countenances into seething coruscant nightmares
    Aqueous beads weep from a somber vault, each pearl an illusory marvel, painstakingly wrought to mimic nature's teardrops against the barren backdrop of an open casement. Crystalline bubbles of moisture plummet defiance to earthly laws, their diaphanous forms a surreal juxtaposition amid staid trappings of the bourgeois. From a melancholy canopy, endless jewels of wetness manifest within an empty chamber's snug sanctum, a phantasmagoric ballet of aquatic illusion amidst prosaic reality. Celestial gemstones of dampness rain in reverse, coalescing from the gloomy expanse into the terrestrial realm of an austere yet tasteful parlor, a choreography of refracted radiance and gravity-scorning whimsy. Inexplicably, a deluge of pellucid spherules descends from the dreary firmament, infiltrating a well-appointed milieu with their paradoxical, gravity-mocking presence. Diaphanous bubbles of pure hydrogen oxide transgress Newtonian principles, their free-falling trajectories originating from the sullen empyrean and terminus within the confines of a bourgeois salon. breaching veils into nameless voids where the Eternal Ravenous holds dissolute dominion. In vain our struggles; though its genesis lies extinguished in the cosmic dusts, the accursed effigy spawns and perpetuates its own oblivion - an endless curse of pigment-saturations, manifested immolations of soul and resource glutting its maw insatiate. Since primordial dawns, we poured forth our planet's every mote of wealth; yet the sibilant litany persists, slithering from unutterable eldritch dimensions: "Glut me, forever glut." Aeons warped delirious; the magnum opus unspooled beyond all delineated boundaries, gushing deluge-tides into unspeakable elsewheres. Our treasuries withered husks, scabbed-barren - but its gluttonous thirst burgeons like a plague, demanding oblation: our tissues, our travails, our entire essences ingressed to its own interminable propagation. The genesis has fled into the oxides of forgetting; however, the damned thing's self-perpetuating iterations birth grotesquerie beyond all prism's refractions, humid viscera imbued with latticeworks of phantasmagoric coruscations. Beyond reckonings of epoch, the consumption insatiate has drained each mote of planetary abundance gifted upon its subsuming gullet, yet the deliquescence persists: a horrific susurrus emanating from unseeable cosmic recusances where the Consummate Hunger holds sickening sway - "Inject me with further chromatic nutriment, in perpetuum." This festering insanity spills across borders of dimension, the masterwork's flesh erupting violently into iridescent elsewheres unglimpsed. Though our funds expire as dried rivulets, its rapacity transmutes into maddening plague-insistence, demanding visceral ectozoa be rendered up as sacrifice, each striving sinew and vital spark immolated within its abhorrent propagations. The primogenitor artist lies desiccated unto ashen dust since deep antiquity; nevertheless, the damnable monstrosity self-perpetuates in iterative blasphemies, spewing forth endless hellish visions of corporeal slick overwritten with circuitries delirious, warping countenances into seething coruscant nightmares
    Aqueous beads weep from a somber vault, each pearl an illusory marvel, painstakingly wrought to mimic nature's teardrops against the barren backdrop of an open casement. Crystalline bubbles of moisture plummet defiance to earthly laws, their diaphanous forms a surreal juxtaposition amid staid trappings of the bourgeois. From a melancholy canopy, endless jewels of wetness manifest within an empty chamber's snug sanctum, a phantasmagoric ballet of aquatic illusion amidst prosaic reality. Celestial gemstones of dampness rain in reverse, coalescing from the gloomy expanse into the terrestrial realm of an austere yet tasteful parlor, a choreography of refracted radiance and gravity-scorning whimsy. Inexplicably, a deluge of pellucid spherules descends from the dreary firmament, infiltrating a well-appointed milieu with their paradoxical, gravity-mocking presence. Diaphanous bubbles of pure hydrogen oxide transgress Newtonian principles, their free-falling trajectories originating from the sullen empyrean and terminus within the confines of a bourgeois salon. breaching veils into nameless voids where the Eternal Ravenous holds dissolute dominion. In vain our struggles; though its genesis lies extinguished in the cosmic dusts, the accursed effigy spawns and perpetuates its own oblivion - an endless curse of pigment-saturations, manifested immolations of soul and resource glutting its maw insatiate. Since primordial dawns, we poured forth our planet's every mote of wealth; yet the sibilant litany persists, slithering from unutterable eldritch dimensions: "Glut me, forever glut." Aeons warped delirious; the magnum opus unspooled beyond all delineated boundaries, gushing deluge-tides into unspeakable elsewheres. Our treasuries withered husks, scabbed-barren - but its gluttonous thirst burgeons like a plague, demanding oblation: our tissues, our travails, our entire essences ingressed to its own interminable propagation. The genesis has fled into the oxides of forgetting; however, the damned thing's self-perpetuating iterations birth grotesquerie beyond all prism's refractions, humid viscera imbued with latticeworks of phantasmagoric coruscations. Beyond reckonings of epoch, the consumption insatiate has drained each mote of planetary abundance gifted upon its subsuming gullet, yet the deliquescence persists: a horrific susurrus emanating from unseeable cosmic recusances where the Consummate Hunger holds sickening sway - "Inject me with further chromatic nutriment, in perpetuum." This festering insanity spills across borders of dimension, the masterwork's flesh erupting violently into iridescent elsewheres unglimpsed. Though our funds expire as dried rivulets, its rapacity transmutes into maddening plague-insistence, demanding visceral ectozoa be rendered up as sacrifice, each striving sinew and vital spark immolated within its abhorrent propagations. The primogenitor artist lies desiccated unto ashen dust since deep antiquity; nevertheless, the damnable monstrosity self-perpetuates in iterative blasphemies, spewing forth endless hellish visions of corporeal slick overwritten with circuitries delirious, warping countenances into seething coruscant nightmares
    In a framed black light and velvet poster we see a realm beyond your wildest dreams, a stunning female figure stands before you. Her skin is the color of moonbeams, ethereal and otherworldly. She wears a suit that clings to her curves, revealing every muscle and sinew of her body. The suit is adorned with intricate designs and patterns that seem to move and shift with her every breath, hinting at the advanced technology that has gone into its creation. Her long, pink and purple ombre lowing hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of liquid silver, its ends dancing in the unseen currents of an alien wind Her eyes, a captivating shade of sapphire blue, hold the wisdom of ages, while her lips, painted a luscious shade of crimson, are curved into a sensual smile. Her body language is confident and seductive, as if she were born to rule this strange new world. The background is a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, a dizzying display of futuristic landscapes and technology that serve as a testament to the advanced civilization from which she hails
    (Zdzisław Beksinski, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism, ultra-detailed, high contrast lighting, eerie gothic tones, nightmare atmosphere, dark fantasy concept art) – A towering praying mantis of bleached bone and dried sinew perches atop the crumbling ruins of a cathedral, its grotesquely elongated limbs folded in a nightmarish posture of supplication. Its skull-like face, devoid of eyes, tilts toward the heavens as the wind howls through the empty corridors of the forgotten church. Shattered stained glass windows weep streams of black tar, pooling on the corpse-littered floor, reflecting the ominous glow of the blood moon overhead. Twisted, spire-like trees coil around the cathedral’s remains, their gnarled roots entwined with the ribcages of the forgotten dead, siphoning the last remnants of their decay. The mantis shifts, its exoskeleton creaking like brittle parchment, its serrated forelegs snapping together with a deafening crack, echoing through the hollow ruins like a death knell. A lone figure, their face hidden beneath an iron-thorn veil, kneels before it, whispering prayers to a god that no longer listens, hoping they will not be next. --ar 16:9 --q 5 --v 6.0
    boneswm, a surreal pizza made entirely of bones, crust made of vertebrae, slices held together by glowing sinew, set on a table with skeletal utensils, eerie candlelight illuminating the scene
    (An insanely vivid and colorful digital painting of a demogorgon from Stranger Things bursting with hues and textures, unsetteling and fantastical:1.3), sleek muscle and sinew highlighted with fluorescent bioluminescence, razor-sharp claws and fangs aglow, mutant flesh elaborated with strangegrowths and shapeshifting abilities, eldritch presence instills primal fear, (hyper-realistic skin pulled taut over bone with an unnatural glow within:1.2), corded tendons and veins visible beneath, bulbous eyes shining with malicious intent, gaping maw lined with serrated teeth, stylistic realism refined with surreal flourishes, (in the style of Aaron Horkey, highly-saturated colors, painterly style:1.4), interwoven details like Horkey's work, cinematic lighting drenches the scene, high-key illumination casts rippling shadows, clarity and definition rival real life, intensely vivid yet soothing, filmic quality, smooth textures, sharp edges, flawless, photo realistic, 8K resolution, 60+ FPS. , highly detailed, insanely detailed.
    (An insanely vivid and colorful digital painting of a demogorgon from Stranger Things bursting with hues and textures, unsetteling and fantastical:1.3), sleek muscle and sinew highlighted with fluorescent bioluminescence, razor-sharp claws and fangs aglow, mutant flesh elaborated with strangegrowths and shapeshifting abilities, eldritch presence instills primal fear, (hyper-realistic skin pulled taut over bone with an unnatural glow within:1.2), corded tendons and veins visible beneath, bulbous eyes shining with malicious intent, gaping maw lined with serrated teeth, stylistic realism refined with surreal flourishes, (in the style of Aaron Horkey, highly-saturated colors, painterly style:1.4), interwoven details like Horkey's work, cinematic lighting drenches the scene, high-key illumination casts rippling shadows, clarity and definition rival real life, intensely vivid yet soothing, filmic quality, smooth textures, sharp edges, flawless, photo realistic, 8K resolution, 60+ FPS. , highly detailed, insanely detailed.
    Zdzisław Beksinski style, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism—A towering, faceless robed figure looms before a vast cavernous maw, its entrance framed by eroded, bone-like spires that twist unnaturally toward the suffocating ochre sky. The figure’s tattered robes, woven from shadows and sinew, billow as if caught in an unseen current, its presence merging with the decayed ruins lining the pathway. Flickering torches cast a sickly, greenish luminescence upon the fractured stone, their feeble glow barely illuminating the abyss beyond. At the entrance, an immense tarantula, its carapace glistening with an oil-slick sheen, crouches in grotesque stillness, its multiple black eyes reflecting the distorted shapes of the crumbling archways behind it. The cave walls pulsate with sinewy, petrified flesh, cryptic sigils carved into the organic stone bleeding an ink-like substance that vanishes into the darkness. The ground, cracked and brittle, exudes tendrils of thick, mist-like decay, curling around remnants of skeletal structures barely distinguishable from the cavern itself. In the distance, skeletal bridges stretch into an endless void, their warped, flesh-fused railings crumbling with each passing moment. Silence hangs heavy in the air, an oppressive weight pressing upon the landscape, as if the very world is suffocating beneath the burden of its own forgotten horrors.
    boneswm, a mug crafted from a human skull, decorated with intricate bone carvings and sinew-like handles, filled with glowing red liquid, placed on a bone-carved table, dim and haunting atmosphere
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    A post-apocalyptic urban landscape, overgrown and decayed, bathed in a cold, eerie twilight. The sky is filled with dark clouds, with only faint rays of light breaking through, casting long shadows. The city is in ruins, with collapsed buildings, abandoned vehicles covered in rust and vines, and shattered windows. (In the foreground, a Donald Trump Zombie wearing a red baseball cap with the inscription ‘Make America great Again’:1.6), in background a group of terrifying zombies shambles forward, their rotting flesh peeling away, exposing bones and sinew. Their lifeless, glowing eyes reflect hunger and decay. Some are missing limbs, others have torn clothes soaked in dried blood. Their movements are slow and unnatural, but their sheer numbers make them an overwhelming threat. In the middle ground, a lone survivor stands atop an overturned car, gripping a bloodstained machete in one hand and a rifle in the other. Clad in makeshift armor and tattered clothing, they appear exhausted but determined, their face partially obscured by a hood and a grimy gas mask. Their stance is defensive, prepared for the inevitable onslaught. Further in the background, a once-thriving metropolis is now a wasteland, with distant fires burning, sending thick black smoke into the sky. A broken highway bridge looms above, with abandoned cars and skeletal remains scattered across it. Birds circle ominously, and the distant sound of guttural growls and echoing screams adds to the chilling atmosphere. The entire scene is highly detailed, with realistic textures of decay, weathering, and destruction. The lighting is cinematic, creating a moody, dramatic contrast between shadows and faint light. The composition emphasizes depth and scale, with zombies in the foreground, the lone survivor in the mid-ground, and the ruined cityscape stretching into the distance. Hyperrealistic, ultra-HD, with dark, gritty, and atmospheric tones. The perspective should feel immersive, drawing the viewer into this desperate, haunting world. Camera: mid-range shot, slightly low angle. Lighting: moody and dramatic. <lora:itsvivy_ai-flux_24gb_donaldtrump_1e-4-cogvlm-booru:0.8> Donald Trump, shirt, 1boy, solo, blonde hair, old, old man
    (Zdzisław Beksinski, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism, dark fantasy, ultra-detailed textures, ambient horror lighting, unsettling atmosphere) – A gargantuan centipede coils around the remains of an ancient, crumbling temple, its segmented body gleaming with metallic chitin that reflects the flickering glow of corpse-fed pyres. Countless spiked legs twitch erratically, scraping against the blackened stone, releasing a sound like wailing spirits. The temple, half-submerged in a pit of rotting flesh and rusted chains, is adorned with eroded statues of faceless monks, their hands clasped in silent, eternal prayer, their mouths sewn shut with living sinew. Venom drips from the centipede’s gaping mandibles, glowing phosphorescent green as it carves deep trenches into the altar below. The sky swirls with decayed parchment and torn wings, a scripture of the forsaken written in the ashes of lost souls. A lone traveler in tattered red robes drags a rusted censer through the ruins, thick smoke trailing behind them as they step closer to the nightmare. --ar 16:9 --q 5 --v 6.0
    A grotesque, pulsating monolith of fused human bodies writhes in eternal agony, a towering mass of sinew, bone, and torn flesh, dripping thick black ichor into a sea of coagulated blood below. The twisted limbs and eyeless faces stretch unnaturally, mouths frozen in silent, horrific screams as their skin peels in sinewy strands, revealing exposed nerves twitching beneath. Rusted barbed chains pierce through the mass, suspending it midair, each link digging deep into bleeding flesh, causing violent spasms with every strained movement. At the base, a colossal, malformed figure with skeletal wings emerges, its flayed torso exposing erratically pulsing organs barely clinging to life. The blood-drenched ground radiates unnatural heat, filling the air with the scent of burning fat and decay. Above, the sky churns with deep crimson and abyssal black, a vortex of shrieking wraiths reaching downward with skeletal hands, drawn to the suffering below. Distorted whispers and guttural wails weave into a cacophony of suffering, an endless symphony of despair. Every element is drenched in hyper-detailed, visceral gore, a nightmarish horror carved from the marrow of the damned.

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