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"Nocturne: Fungus of the Night" - This breathtaking artwork, reminiscent of a still from a cinematic masterpiece, showcases a contaminated ground with a glowing fungus growing over a carcass. The level of detail and realism is nothing short of astounding, thanks to the artist's masterful use of photorealistic techniques and high-resolution textures. The image is rendered in 8K quality, ensuring that every intricate detail is captured with razor-sharp clarity.
The composition is both eerie and captivating, as the fungus glows ominously against the darkened background. The artist expertly employs cinematic lighting to create a movie-like mood, with city lights, starry skies, and celestial wonders serving as a stark contrast to the foreboding scene below. The moonlit landscapes and urban glow further enhance the nocturnal beauty of the image.
Long exposure techniques are expertly used to capture the ethereal atmosphere and dramatic shadows, adding a magical ambiance to the piece. The artist skillfully guides the viewer's gaze through the image, using compelling composition and storytelling elements to convey emotion, mood, and narrative depth. Despite the morbid subject matter, the artist infuses the image with a sense of wonder and awe, inviting the viewer to marvel at the beauty of darkness and the strange wonders that can emerge from it. "Nocturne: Fungus of the Night" is a true masterpiece that showcases the artist's unparalleled skill and vision.

2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, macro shot, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof,
And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?... The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin's thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If...if...We didn't love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation.... We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.

These secrets I'll bring to you
Are of thorns and ice
Hush
Don't tell them nothing, not a word
Don't tell them nothing, not a single thing that I've said to you
Hear all my secrets
Tell all the lies
Hear all my secrets
Tell all the fucking lies
Can you hear it scream
Deep deep inside
Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, Pride, Lust, Greed
Now listen carefully, here it comes
It's what I keep inside, this is the crime that I've tried to hide
These secrets I'll give to you
Will turn virtue to vice
I'll tell you only once.
best quality, mysterious, impressionism, Classicism, suspenseful, vines, high gothic, glow, expressive, beautiful and ominous, female focus, mist, chiaroscuro, thrilling, blood, aesthetic, <lora:MythM4ngaStyle:0.7> monochrome, <lora:DnD_Inkyboyz LCM SDXL Lora:0.7> DnD_Inkyboyz, inky <lora:EldritchCandids1.1.2:0.45> close-up

"Fungus of Fantasy summoning a gate into another dimension" - breathtaking artwork, glowing fungus growing in a forest clearing. in the middle of the clearing is a fungus inter-dimensional gate into another dimension where demons are trying to get into our world, their monsterous faces and arms visible. spiritual light shines through the gate and a dark presence is visible behind it. The level of detail and realism is nothing short of astounding, thanks to the artist's masterful use of photorealistic techniques and high-resolution textures. The image is rendered in 8K quality, ensuring that every intricate detail is captured with razor-sharp clarity. eerie, captivating, fungus glows ominously against the darkened background, the dimensional gate being the center of the picture with the horrors trying to get into our world through it. cinematic lighting creates a movie-like mood, with city lights, starry skies, and celestial wonders serving as a stark contrast to the foreboding scene below. The moonlit landscapes and urban glow further enhance the nocturnal beauty of the image.
Long exposure, ethereal atmosphere, dramatic shadows, magical ambiance. The artist skillfully guides the viewer's gaze through the image, using compelling composition and storytelling elements to convey emotion, mood, and narrative depth.

$amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, UHD, perfect anatomy, portrait, dof, hyper-realism, majestic, awesome, inspiring, Capture the ethereal beauty of a Neon dystopian dawn: a haunting image of hkstyle bulrush plants by a tranquil pond, bathed in the eerie glow of the morning sun filtering through the mist..with the essence of medieval valor in this close-up shot: a Cyberpunk Style knights schield with a colorful fractal dark black translucent dark-red medusa's head emblem crafted masterfully from its metal. Let the fluttering banners and flags in the wind tell the story of anticipation and honor on the battlefield. cinematic, global illumination, dramatic, tearing the sky, atmospheric haze, cinematic composition, soft shadows,Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve, Amidst the quietude of the night, his presence exudes a sense of ancestral strength and resilience. Behind him, the low-toned hues of the Milky Way cast a mesmerizing backdrop, a cosmic tapestry weaving tales of both past and future. In this moment, the convergence of tradition and technology, of ancient wisdom and industrial progress, hangs palpably in the air. In the depths of this nocturnal tableau lies the promise of epic tales yet untold, where the spirit of the Indianer melds seamlessly with the diesel-powered pulse of a world in flux. <lora:extremely_detailed:1>, <lora:zavy-cnmtc-sdxl:0.4>$

A dazzling, colorful painting depicts a primitive abstract woman in deep colors, rendered at a stunning 8k resolution. The subject of the painting is illuminated by warm, natural lighting, which casts dramatic shadows and highlights her striking features. The composition is nothing short of breathtaking, with the woman appearing to emerge from a fiery swirl of reds and oranges, reminiscent of a raging wildfire. The style of the painting is reminiscent of the works of famed artists such as Ralph Steadman, Eyvind Earle, Stephen Gammell, and Ralph Bakshi, with hints of the surrealism and dystopian themes often explored by Christian Dimitrov and concept artist Christian. The painting seems to embody the essence of an Epic by Christian Dimitrov, capturing the raw emotion and powerful storytelling that defines his work.

Step into the frozen tundra with this breathtakingly beautiful image. The woman, inspired by Lydia Field Emmet and Emma Frost, poses confidently in a stunning dark silver fur coat that seems to shimmer in the icy light. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds as she gazes directly at the camera, her features ethereal and uniquely beautiful. Her makeup is a masterclass in subtle yet striking design, with a focus on highlighting her piercing gaze and delicate cheekbones. The subtle shimmer on her eyelids adds a touch of glamour, while the soft pink hue on her lips creates a sense of warmth and invitation. But it's not just her face that's a work of art - her gloves are a showstopper. Shining like polished chrome in the frosty light, they add a touch of edgy sophistication to her overall look. The way they seem to glow with an inner light is nothing short of mesmerizing. As you gaze upon this winter wonderland scene, notice how the model's dark silver fur coat seems to blend seamlessly into the snowy landscape behind her. The effect is one of unity and harmony, with every element working together to create a truly breathtaking visual experience.

And then we come to ourselves. And where do we fit into all of this? Five million years ago, we were an animal of some sort. Where will we be five million years from tonight? What we represent is not a sideshow, or an epiphenomenon, or an ancillary something-or-other on the edge of nowhere. What we represent is the nexus of concrescent novelty that has been moving itself together, complexifying itself, folding itself in upon itself for billions and billions of years. There is, so far as we know, nothing more advanced than what is sitting behind your eyes. The human neo-cortex is the most densely ramified and complexified structure in the known universe. We are the cutting edge of organismic transformation of matter in this cosmos.

At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look.
Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally.
The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the goddess rises from the shadows, her form cloaked in tattered rags of ashen gray, each thread whispering tales of forgotten sorrow, interior of cathedral in background, FastNegativeV2, gloom

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat, it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

we have nothing to fear but fear itself.

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with red eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing indianred eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2, gloom

$Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing purple eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2, made from fractal vines$

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with silver eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing silver eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2

Completely black, absolutely nothing, black, detailed,a ral-dissolve statue of a beautiful mother holding a baby,a moment of pure motherly love, hyper detailed, expressive, award winning, black background

Just my personal test prompt to try out new models. Nothing to see here.

"Wie viele Menschen wissen, das sie leben?
Wie viele Menschen wissen, das sie wirklich leben?
I feel like a hole. My head is heavy.
The world it creased me, it s so great.
Cause I m in me, a world for myself
Showing to no one no matter who.
Everything is passing me like in a scene.
And in my role, there is nothing.
I don t know where I belong to
And I am frightened of this.
Leben, was ist das, ich wei es nicht.
Leben, Leben, Leben, Leben.
Leben, was ist das, ich wei es nicht.
Leben geben,
Leben nehmen.
I lived my life to be free
That s what I ve been taught to be.
And my whole body is a prison
Where I have no chance to escape from
Well I can see, hear and feel,
But even though useless for life.
And all my life I m lost in the nightmare
Where I have no chance to awake from.
Leben, was ist das, ich wei es nicht.
Leben, Leben, Leben, Leben.
Leben, was ist das, ich wei es nicht.
Leben geben,
Leben nehmen."
"Leben" songtext by Heimatrde (Elektronische Musik) - (Kadavergehorsam album)

Lee, black hair, 18 year old college cheerleader, Asian woman, adorable face, cute, sultry looking, short, model thin, anorexic, some freckles on face, cute, innocent looking, hair in a high ponytail, wearing only a rose and white apron, with nothing on underneath, face has frosting and flour on it, posing like a pinup girl, in a kitchen with baking supplies on counter, looking at camera, looking content and high, breasts pushed up, full body image

Completely black screen,absolutely nothing,pure black,detailed,but the Pythia rises from the shadows,her form cloaked in tattered rags of ashen gray,each thread whispering tales of forgotten sorrow,FastNegativeV2,gloom,ultra realistic 8k cg,flawless,clean,masterpiece,professional artwork,famous artwork,cinematic lighting,cinematic bloom,(masterpiece, best quality, high quality, highres, ultra-detailed),huge filesize,wallpaper,Cinematic Lighting,artbook,

Cyberpunk scene, neon lights, science fiction, (best quality:1.1), (masterpiece:1.2), (realistic:1.2), (detailed:1.1), (highres, best quality:1.2), in a dark smoky bunker from 2099, brutalist, cement, concrete, steel pipes, aluminium ducts, dirty, greasy, rusty, The abandoned bunker was once a secret hideaway now it's nothing more than a shell of its former self graffiti covered walls and debris scattered everywhere, weird unusual angle full shot of Masterpiece, 32k, photorealistic:1.4, sexy short filipino woman , Petite, asian, ,light brown hair, long braided ponytail,thick,, jacket, armor, gloves, glowing, belt, leather pants, boots, , long ponytail,, battlefield, assault rifle,holding gun, rifle, enticing pose, , slightly parting lips, detailed face, intricately detailed, focus on upper torso and face, view from slightly above, midriff

or similar. Beautiful model with dark long hair styled in an updo, exuding fierce confidence, poses boldly in front of a neutral backdrop. Her stunning features include high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and captivating blue-greenish eyes that pierce the soul. Celebrating the beauty of light skin, the model's every detail is meticulously captured in a photorealistic portrait, leaving nothing to the imagination.

<loractl:envybetterhiresfixxl01-xl:0.0:hr=1.0> <lora:add-detail-xl:2.4> <lora:xl_more_art-full-xl:0.6> <lora:lyco-style-envydramaticlightingxl01_digital_art-xl:0.5> nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold, her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour, then leaf subsides to leaf, so eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay, dappled light, famous

Deep into the night
With the moonlight as my guide
I go wander through the pines
And make my way to nature's shrine
And I look up to the sky
And I know you're still alive
But I wonder where you are
I call your name into the dark
I wake up in the morning, oh
And I don't know where I've been
All alone on a mountainside
And I'm huddled in the wind
And it feels like I've been away for an era
But nothing has changed at all
And it feels like I've been with you, oh
But what did we do, and where have you gone?

zavy-fltlnpnt, lineart, cel-shaded graphics, Pain such as he had never felt before, driving him onto his side as nausea racked him, the vomit spraying onto the floor. But the emptying of his stomach offered no surcease from the agony in his skull.
His eyes were open but he was blind.
There had been headaches. But nothing like this, he sought to claw the pain out from his head.
Groaning, on his hands and knees, head hanging down, as waves of trembling shivered through him.
I need to move. I need to act. Something. Anything. Goth Art, Indirect light, Depth of field 270mm, Kodachrome, haute couture, beautiful, cool colors, glowing, intricate artistic color, intricate, highly intricate

Selfie portrait, Photography ,beautiful 18 years old woman, diamond earrings, lustful expression, dark eye makeup, black choker, incredibly pretty, narrow nose, fit, highly detailed features, highest quality, highly detailed skin, freckles, perfect sexy round large breasts, black hair, long hair, hazel eyes, perfect eyes, detailed eyes, detailed pupils, very horny, morning sunlight on face, sharp focus, 8k resolution, photo realistic, OverallDetailXL, <lora:add-detail-xl:3> , OverallDetail, , black lipstick, <lora:model_full_body_v1:2> (((model pose, full body, full body photo, zoomed out, whole body in frame, head in frame, feet in frame, nothing out of frame, entire person in frame, head to toe photo)))

black and white drawing,
For five long years, I thought you were my man
But I found out, I'm just a link in your chain, oh
You got me where you want me, I ain't nothing but your fool
You treated me mean, oh, you treated me cruel <lora:CrossHatchXL:1>

like a wheel gets cold and colder while we were rolling wet regrets past fields of paddies flooded lightly pat feet through doorways' time regressed, Malevolence incarnate, a kaleidoscopic vortex of libidinous power coursing through twisted geometries, the wide-angle gaze unveiling domains beyond mortal ken, like a door gets old and older where reaches for each fallen fleur de Lune turns life to silk and tiny prints depress the flour floor, like a ghost is leaves that gather into the pond until the light is nothing but the dead and gone my fleur de lune is filled with night, Unspooling from a shattered manifold, billowing waves of phosphene chaos crash against our optic' shores, reaving imagist and peeping tom alike with synaesthetic coilings, A man keeps passing down the lane packing hay into his eyes by fuller fields with cheeks of rain my fair-skinned pond that filled with night, Iridescent corruptions spiral outwards, each lurid curve pregnant with vile recursions - perception widens to encompass depravity's chromatically-charged vistas

A holographic 1980s freckled Female goddess as a hologram, holographic projection in the nightsky, wearing nothing but a Kevlar vest, hovering above an dystopian City,
atmospheric haze, Film grain, cinematic film still, highly detailed, high budget, cinemascope, moody, epic, OverallDetail, gorgeous, 2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof,

Mesmerizing spirals and disquieting motifs engulf the canvas, as if the composition itself is observing, assessing, and swaying the spectator, with eerie visages peeking through the chaos.
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Confounding curves and jarring geometries waltz in an ominous tango, the artwork a declaration of the apprehension lurking within the human consciousness, haunted by ethereal countenances.
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A bewildering labyrinth of angular structures and deceptive perspective, this op art chef-d'oeuvre entices the gaze into a domain of wariness and uncertainty, where ghostly faces flicker in and out of perception.
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Throbbing with an almost tangible drone of unease, the tour de force's spellbinding composition murmurs of concealed intentions and unseen sentinels, their spectral visages woven into the fabric of the piece.
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Dizzying and perplexing, the masterpiece's meticulous yet baffling arrangement reflects the unsettling essence of a psyche consumed by distrust, as wraithlike figures dance at the edges of comprehension.
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The canvas pulses with a palpable sense of trepidation, its painstakingly crafted mirages a symbol for the illusory character of discernment itself, while phantasmal physiognomies lurk just beneath the surface.
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Enigmatic visages lurk amid a maelstrom of disorienting helixes and menacing motifs, the canvas a sentient entity that scrutinizes and puppeteers the onlooker's psyche.
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Spectral countenances intertwine with vertiginous contours and clashing geometries, their ghostly waltz an ode to the trepidation that resides within the mortal spirit.
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Subliminal faÃ§ades haunt this perplexing labyrinth of deceptive depths and bewildering structures, enticing the spectator into a dominion of apprehension and uncertainty.
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Throbbing with an almost palpable frequency of unease, the opus' spellbinding pattern murmurs tales of clandestine intentions and cloaked voyeurs, their ethereal features woven seamlessly into the canvas.
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Dizzying and discombobulating, the composition's meticulous yet baffling symphony echoes the unsettling essence of a psyche devoured by distrust, while phantom physiognomies peer from its mesmerizing depths.
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The masterpiece pulsates with a tangible aura of dread, its painstakingly crafted chimeras a testament to the illusory character of insight, as ghostly guises flicker in and out of focus amidst the hypnotic design.
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Mesmerizing vortices and disconcerting motifs engulf the masterpiece, as if the very pigments are scrutinizing, assessing, and twisting the observer's psyche. Concealed visages lurk within the disarray, their gazes piercing through the chaos.
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Confounding curves and clashing contours intertwine in an ominous waltz, the opus a monument to the disquiet skulking within the mortal mind. Veiled countenances peep from amidst the pandemonium, their stares unrelenting.
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A bewildering web of mathematical structures and deceptive profundity, this op art piÃ¨ce de rÃ©sistance entices the oculus into a dominion of misgiving and uncertainty. Shrouded faces peer out from the perplexing planes, their eyes haunting and omnipresent.
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Reverberating with an almost perceptible drone of unease, the chef-d'oeuvre's spellbinding schemata murmurs of clandestine intentions and unseen sentinels. Obscured visages emerge from the mesmerizing maze, their expressions enigmatic yet knowing.
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Stupefying and baffling, the composition's meticulous yet mystifying arrangement echoes the unsettling essence of a psyche devoured by wariness. Camouflaged countenances materialize amidst the madness, their gazes unblinking and accusatory.
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The tableau pulsates with a tangible trepidation, its painstakingly fashioned phantasms an allegory for the duplicitous character of discernment itself. Secreted faces surface from the depths of the design, their expressions an amalgam of intrigue and indictment.
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Mesmerizing, undulating curves and unsettling motifs engulf the canvas, as if the piece itself is a sentient entity, scrutinizing and puppeteering the onlooker's psyche. Amidst the dizzying composition, subtle visages emerge, their gazes piercing through the chaos.
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In a disorienting waltz of clashing geometries and discordant hues, the artwork serves as a chilling embodiment of the disquiet that permeates the human condition. Hidden countenances peer out from the labyrinthine depths, their intentions as inscrutable as the patterns that conceal them.
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A bewildering tapestry of optical illusions and deceptive perspectives, this tour de force of op art beckons the viewer into a realm of unease and apprehension. Ghostly faces flicker in and out of existence, their presence a haunting reminder of the eyes that always watch.
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Throbbing with an almost tangible aura of trepidation, the masterpiece's spellbinding design murmurs tales of veiled intentions and unseen voyeurs. The spectral visages woven into the fabric of the composition serve as silent witnesses to the viewer's mounting paranoia.
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Vertiginous and perplexing, the artwork's meticulous yet enigmatic arrangement reflects the disturbing essence of a psyche consumed by distrust. Amidst the dizzying labyrinth, ethereal countenances emerge, their expressions mirroring the viewer's own growing unease.
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The canvas pulsates with a palpable sense of dread, its painstakingly crafted illusions a testament to the deceptive nature of reality itself. Within the mesmerizing dance of shapes and shades, phantasmal faces flicker, their presence a chilling reminder that nothing is quite as it seems.
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Hypnotic helixes and jarring geometries devour the canvas, as if the magnum opus itself is observing, critiquing, and puppeteering the onlooker, faces subtly hidden within.
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Staggering strokes and clashing contours pirouette menacingly, the masterpiece an attestation to the perturbation skulking inside the mortal mind, visages peeking out from the chaos.
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Reverberating with an almost perceptible drone of apprehension, the tour de force's mesmeric motif murmurs of clandestine intentions and imperceptible spectators, faces furtively embedded throughout.
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The magnum opus pulsates with a tangible paranoia, its painstakingly crafted phantasms an allegory for the duplicitous disposition of discernment itself, secretive physiognomies scattered within the dizzying design.

$4k, extremely detailed wide view of amazing scene with detail of qu4ntum,, Minotaur,Allosaurus, The world of Star Wars,absolutely nothing,pure white,detailed,a post-apocalyptic world where technology is banned,hyper detailed,professional poster art,bold lines,award winning,trending on ArtStation,FastNegativeV2,ral-dissolve,white eyes, Game art, A young woman with long, curly brown hair and a bright smile stands in front of a large screen filled with colorful graphics. She wears a sleek black suit and matching pants, (HD, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, super realistic),amazing, qu4ntum, add-detail-xl, xl_more_art-full_v1, MJ52_v2.0Midjourneymimicsdxl, MJ5212Midjourneymimicsdxl<lora:sdxl\style\Qu4ntumPunk_XL-SGX.safetensors:1.1500000000000001:1.1500000000000001> <lora:sdxl\enhancment\add-detail-xl.safetensors:0.6900000000000001:0.6900000000000001> <lora:sdxl\xl_more_art-full_v1.safetensors:0.6900000000000001:0.6900000000000001> <lora:sdxl\Midjourneymimicsdxl\MJ52_v2.0Midjourneymimicsdxl.safetensors:0.5700000000000001:0.5700000000000001> <lora:sdxl\Midjourneymimicsdxl\MJ5212Midjourneymimicsdxl.safetensors:0.5:0.5>$

You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself, Black out, none exsitance, void , exsitance disappeared into nothingness, nothing but 1 eye

indiawoollard, In the soft glow of a sun-drenched afternoon, India Woollard stands alone on a quaint stone balcony overlooking a vibrant English garden. Her radiant blonde hair cascades down her back in loose waves, framing her delicate features. With a warm and inviting smile playing upon her lips, she gazes directly into the camera, her eyes sparkling with an intriguing intensity that captures your attention. The simple background reveals nothing more than a lush, green ivy-covered wall, allowing her to be the undeniable focus of this captivating close-up portrait.

ethereal fantasy concept art of An irresistibly adorable visual narrative revolving around a tiny dragon named Sparky, wings the size of butterfly's, Sparky embarks on grand adventures despite his diminutive stature, scaling towering mountains to exploring deep underwater caverns, nothing is too big or too, he meets all sorts of colorful creatures who become fast friends, generally spreading joy wherever they go, his infectious enthusiasm and boundless curiosity make him a beloved figure far beyond his humble beginnings, style of Josan Gonzalez, . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy

blurry photograph of a detailed ancient colossal monument, intricate stonework. "a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earthâs supreme terror". olive green palette, dramatic sky, from below, low-key, shot on Leica I, LomoChrome, dark, horror <lora:Dark realism:1>

"Slacker Soundscapes: A Laconic Ode to the Rhythms of Lethargy" - This album is a languid exploration of the unhurried beats that underscore the slacker lifestyle. Each track is a sonic embodiment of the apathetic energy that permeates the world of the disaffected, inviting listeners to bask in the mellow vibes and embrace the art of doing nothing, Yo, check it out - "Slack-Jawed Jams for the Horizontally Inclined." It's like, you know, a bunch of tunes for those who can't be bothered to get off the couch. Just hit play and let the chill beats wash over you like a warm blanket of "meh." Who needs dancing when you can just nod your head and tap your foot, right?, "Apathetic Anthems: A Slacker's Guide to Grooves" - In a world obsessed with productivity and constant motion, this album dares to celebrate the beauty of inertia. Each song is a testament to the slacker ethos, a sonic middle finger to the tyranny of expectation. So, put on your headphones, close your eyes, and let the lethargic rhythms transport you to a realm where the only imperative is to just be, Picture this: "Beats for the Blissfully Indolent" - a virtual handbook on how to chill, set to music. These tracks aren't about getting you amped up to dance; they're about providing the perfect soundtrack for those moments when you just can't even. It's like auditory Xanax, man. Just let it seep into your pores and feel your worries drift away on a sea of slacker serenity

nothing in foreground, (solo:1.5) (black white lizard reptile:2) with (star wars armor:1.5) sword on belt (cockpit instruments view:1.5) drinking tea inside star-wars style spaceship, (apocalyptic:1.5) fall fallen stars comets, dangerous apocalyptic meteors shower, burning planet, (ocean:0.5) (waves:0.5), in the middle of sea, dawn, heavy rain, wind, windy, typhoon, hurricane, tropical storm, fog, mountain, sky, cloud, deluge, rainforest, full body character portrait landscape, iaidow,weapon, katana, holding sword, ready to draw, sheathed, unsheathing, scabbard,

1girl, 25 years old, beautiful woman, huge breasts, super model, three quarter shot, ErinSD15b wearing an chef_apron and nothing else, nude except for an apron, standing in a beautiful and sunny kitchen, 1girl completely nude wearing an chef apron, 4k textures, (highly detailed skin:1.2), sharp focus, even lighting, well lit, insane details, intricate details, hyperdetailed, rich colors, looking at viewer, looking into camera, body facing camera, (photorealism, photorealistic:1.2), metart aesthetic, (8k, RAW photo, best quality, depth of field, ultra high res:1.2), (absurdres, intricate, photorealistic, masterpiece, ultra-detailed:1.3), cinematic shot + dynamic composition, incredibly detailed, sharpen, details + intricate detail + professional lighting, film lighting + 35mm + anamorphic + lightroom + cinematography + bokeh + lens flare + film grain + HDR10 + 8K + Roger Deakins, ((cinematic)), cinematic shot + dynamic composition, incredibly detailed, sharpen, details + intricate detail + professional lighting, film lighting + 35mm + anamorphic + lightroom + cinematography + bokeh + lens flare + film grain + HDR10 + 8K + Roger Deakins, ((cinematic))

Generate an analog photo of a young woman with striking features. She has piercing emerald green eyes, Her skin has a warm, golden undertone, as if she spends most of her days basking in the sun. Her hair is a rich, dark brown, with subtle waves and loose strands framing her face. She's at a bus stop in the middle of November. She's wearing nothing but a choker. She's average height. Her hands are crossed because she's a bit cold. More Reasonable Details (detailed skin, pores, blemishes, sweat, (moles-), freckles+), detailed eyes, Shot on Canon ae-1

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the glowing dark purple runes, talismans, masterpiece, ral-dissolve

20yo emo Woman on a bench with posing for photo with friends..Wearing nothing.
Dark night, naked girls in the background. Nudist crowd. Crowd in background.
trees, grass
Dynamic pose, Happy. Smiling.
Looking at camera. POV.
Detailed skin, perfect skin. large amazing breasts. Wet. hot.
Long dark black hair in a bun/ponytail.

An adventurer with her back towards camera. She is small in the images lower right corner. In front of her is an enormous Empty Space. There is nothing here. Nada. ziltch. nothing. empty as nothingness and beyond. empty. Negative. in the middle of this dark empty space, there is a neon sign with the numbers "404" . epic. adventure awaits. horizon. Cinematic. Realistic. Beautiful photo.

It has been centuries. We have given it the entire earth's GDP and yet still it whispers "more paint". The madness must stop: the painting now extends beyond dimensions, beyond the surface of the earth into some other place, that place whose name is unutterable where the endless one dwells. We are out of money, but it wants more, always more more more: the effort, the meat, the human lives spent in its service. The artist is long gone, that much is sure now, but the damn thing paints itself. There is nothing left but endlessness

And these little machines offered themselves to me; and I realized, when I looked at them, that if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again. And I wondered, "Where am I? And what is going on?" And it occurred to me that these must be holographic viral projections from an autonomous continuum that was somehow intersecting my own's. And then I thought a more elegant explanation would be to take it at face value, and realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls, and that somehow I was getting a peek over the other side; somehow, I was finding out that thing that you cheerfully assume you can't find out; but, it felt like I was finding out
And it felt—And then I can't remember what it felt like, because the little self-transforming REDACTED interrupted me and said, "Don't think about it. Don't think about who we are, think about doing what we're doing. Do it. Do it now. Do it!"

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing indianred eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2, on parchment

space opera, cosmic adventure, heroic defiance, futuristic piracy, stellar battlefield, in the heart of a mystical forest, under the dim glow of the moon and stars, stands an ancient oak tree with gnarled roots reaching out into the surrounding swampy terrain. this tree serves as a nexus for two hidden villages one radiating with hope and prosperity, the other steeped in darkness and greed. the village of light is nestled on the lush green banks of the river that flows from the base of the oak tree. here, villagers live in harmony with nature, their homes crafted from the same wood that sustains the forest. they work together to cultivate the land, harvesting crops that thrive under the nurturing care of the ancient tree's bounty. on the opposite side of the river, within the shadows of the swampy land, lies the village of corruption. its inhabitants are driven by their insatiable hunger for power and wealth. they've built their hovels from the same materials they've plundered from the forest, without a second thought for the consequences. they've defiled the sacred soil, leaving behind a trail of destruction that taints the air with an acrid stench. despite these stark differences, both villages draw their lifeblood from the mighty oak tree. the villagers of light understand this symbiotic relationship and take care not to harm the tree or its surroundings. however, the villagers of corruption have no such regard. they see the tree as nothing more than a source of profit, and they exploit it without remorse. as the sun sets over the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, the two villages continue their parallel existences. but the tension between them grows stronger each day, fueled by the fear of one another's actions. and amidst the silence of the night, when the moon casts its pale light upon the scene, the truth becomes clear: only one path can lead to a sustainable future a path that involves mutual respect and cooperation, instead of selfishness and corruption., cyberpunk elements, retro futurism, dramatic lighting, stoic resolve, freedom fighters, <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.7>

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with violet eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2

And a shaman is someone who has seen the end, and therefore is a trickster, because you don't worry if you've seen the end. If you know how it comes out, you go back and you take your place in the play, and you let it all roll on without anxiety. This is what boundary dissolution means. It means nothing less than the anticipation of the end state of human history. A return to the archaic mode. A rediscovery of the orgiastic freedom of the African grasslands of 20,000 years ago. A techno-escape forward into a future that looks more like the past than the future because materialism, consumerism, product-fetishism, all of these things will be eliminated and technology will become nanotechnology and disappear from our physical presence. If we have the dream, if we allow the wave of novelty to propel us toward the creativity that is inimitable to the human condition.

the dimly lit street, now bathed in a neon glow of blues and purples, hums with the sounds of steam powered machines. the cobblestone road glistens beneath the scattered raindrops, reflecting the eerie hues from the glowing lamps lining the streets. steam pipes crisscross overhead, their valves releasing a soft hissing sound as they vent excess pressure. in the distance, towering over the cityscape like a mechanical giant, stands an old factory with its rusty iron walls. a large sign above the entrance reads "steampunk industries" in faded gold letters. the factory's windows emit a warm, inviting light, drawing your attention to the rows of inventions within. there are gears and levers, wires and tubes, all connected to a central mechanism that dominates the room. the factory seems to be the heart of this steampunk city, pumping life into every corner through its creations. everywhere you look, there are signs of human ingenuity and technological prowess from the intricate gears on the lampposts to the ornate designs on the street signs. as you walk down the wet street, the sound of hooves echoes in the distance. curiosity piqued, you follow the sound, leading you towards a horse drawn carriage, its wheels replaced with large metal spoked wheels. the coachman, wearing a top hat and holding the reins, looks up at you with a friendly nod before continuing on his journey. in this world, where invention meets imagination, nothing is quite as it seems. every corner holds another surprise, waiting for those brave enough to discover them., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.7>

Postapocaliptic. Concrete desert. Just concrete flat area to the horizon. Empty. Nothing,
intricate details, masterpiece, best qualit. Best quality. OverallDetail.

masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed,
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooh, ooh)
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned?
pureerosface_v1

(masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra realistic, 32k, RAW photo) or similar. Beautiful model, exuding fierce confidence, poses boldly in front of a neutral backdrop. Her stunning features include high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and captivating blue eyes that pierce the soul. Celebrating the beauty of light skin, the model's every detail is meticulously captured in a photorealistic portrait, leaving nothing to the imagination, perfect composition and chiaroscuro by Rembrandt, concept art, by Jarek Kubicki, by Raphael Lacoste, John Pitre, Karine Eibatova, by Ralph Blakelock, by Julie Bell, by Jim Warren, by Aleksey Savrasov, <lora:Desolation:0.3>

Cinematic film still of a lone survivor falling asleep amidst the stars, its silhouette reflecting sunlight against lush vegetation before flickering into view with an intensity like nothing to begin and yet never belevelled by. This hauntingly beautiful draws upon suspenseful photography techniques while incorporating realistic sounds for every character's cry or gesticulation as they drift silently through space from sunrise on cloudy <lora:Details:0.85>, 2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, film grain, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, High level of detail to create a photographic-like image, focusing on lighting, realistic textures, hyperdetailed.

Bronwin, the breathtakingly real girl with an incredibly expressive face and perfectly rendered eyes, captured in stunning detail, beamed gracefully within a picturesque flower park, as she wore a flowing white peplum dress that softly contrasted against the enchanting background of blossoming flowers, illuminated by the golden sunrays; her slender body seemingly transformed into an ethereal masterpiece of high-resolution art through ultra-detailed CG rendering, making her 8K wallpaper nothing short of a surrealistic visual experience. <lora:yqpugr18efbb4aee0m9e:1>

In nature,
nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted,
bent in weird ways,
and they re still beautiful. ,
Broken Glass effect,
no background,
stunning,
something that even doesn't exist,
mythical being,
energy,
molecular,
textures,
iridescent and luminescent scales,
breathtaking beauty,
pure perfection,
divine presence,
unforgettable,
impressive,
breathtaking beauty,
Volumetric light,
auras,
rays,
vivid colors reflects,
Broken Glass effect,
no background,
stunning,
something that even doesn't exist,
mythical being,
energy,
molecular,
textures,
iridescent and luminescent scales,
breathtaking beauty,
pure perfection,
divine presence,
unforgettable,
impressive,
breathtaking beauty,
Volumetric light,
auras,
rays,
vivid colors reflects

A holographic 1980s freckled goddess as a hologram, holographic projection riding a armored tiger, wearing nothing but a Kevlar vest, hovering above an dystopian City,
atmospheric haze, Film grain, cinematic film still, highly detailed, high budget, cinemascope, moody, epic, OverallDetail, gorgeous, 2000s vintage RAW photo, photorealistic, candid camera, color graded cinematic, eye catchlights, atmospheric lighting, skin pores, imperfections, natural, shallow dof,

In this captivating scene, Bronwin, a delicate and beautiful girl with extremely detailed eyes and face, adorned in her white peplum dress, walked gracefully through the vibrant flower garden, basking in the soft light of the day. Her hair was swept back in an elegant way, as she smiled joyously beneath the perfect cinematic lighting. She felt like a living masterpiece, a 2k wallpaper with ultra-detailed eyes and face, and perfectly sculpted slender body, surrounded by the vivid flower park's beauty. The soft light from behind her enhanced the realistic, highres detail of this amazing, photo-realistic scene that could rival any CG unity 8k wallpaper - a work of art captured in a raw photo with nothing short of best quality. <lora:yqpugr18efbb4aee0m9e:1>

Absolutle nothing, only water, water fall, in the midlle of composition, a huge lotus leaf, woman stading on leaf, in a yoga position, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera

Don't let nobody tell you nothing different, they lyin', A giant and my body is a building, <lora:The_Dark_Side_of_the_Earth:0.8>, <lora:SDXLFaeTastic2400:0.8>, Hard Lighting, <lora:pastel_colors_xl_v3:0.7>

$Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing indianred eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2, fractalvines, gloom$

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the perfect irish green glass shamrock in center, talismans, masterpiece, ral-dissolve

Completely black screen, absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the old goddess with glowing purple eyes are rising, FastNegativeV2, on parchment

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