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    A young man of about 23 years old with blood red hair and golden eyes, dressed in a The image shows a man sitting in what appears to be the back seat of a car, with a glass of red wine in his hand. He is wearing an elegant outfit, composed of a black suit with discreet lines and a dark red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Under the jacket, he wears a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing several silver chains around his neck. He also has several rings on his fingers, and a watch on his left wrist. The man sports vibrant red hair and wears a long earring in one of his ears. The scene is illuminated with bright lights, probably from the city at night, which are reflected in the car windows. The scene, which recalls Frazetta's dynamic compositions and Turner's ethereal lighting, is reminiscent of the swirling brushstrokes of Van Gogh's turbulent skies, accented by scarlet poppies dancing in an invisible breeze. A distant citadel, its architecture is a fusion of Gothic and Art Nouveau styles. Hyper-detailed textures bring every element to life, from the worn leather of the warrior’s gauntlets to the blades of grass at his feet. A sense of epic scale permeates the composition, with the young man dominating the foreground while the vast, tumultuous world stretches infinitely behind him. The overall mood is one of imposing power tempered by a touch of melancholy.
    Apartment Interior Decorated with Flowers and Plants, A cozy and humble apartment decorated with beautiful flowers and plants. There is an amazing view of the cityscape as well. I can only imagine how the apartment interior might smell with the flowers giving off their scents. This is probably one way to remove the odor from the city’s pollution naturally.
    Wow, your mom would love this image! I'm sure it's exactly the sort of thing she'd share on facebook or whatever dying social media platform she uses. It's absolutely a generic, basic embodiment of what is regarded as cute and quirky, you could probably stick it on novelty mugs and motivational posters and make a fortune, it is literally the blandest, most common-denominator instantiation of fun and adorable imaginable, 32k uhd, absurdres, cinematic still, hyper realism, photorealistic, extremely detailed, beautiful composition, tack sharp focus, crystal clear image, volumetric lighting, masterpiece
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "august orleans" is the locals name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy training took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the glittering sundancer, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
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    A young man of about 23 years old with blood red hair and golden eyes, dressed in a The image shows a man sitting in what appears to be the back seat of a car, with a glass of red wine in his hand. He is wearing an elegant outfit, composed of a black suit with discreet lines and a dark red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Under the jacket, he wears a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing several silver chains around his neck. He also has several rings on his fingers, and a watch on his left wrist. The man sports vibrant red hair and wears a long earring in one of his ears. The scene is illuminated with bright lights, probably from the city at night, which are reflected in the car windows. The scene, which recalls Frazetta's dynamic compositions and Turner's ethereal lighting, is reminiscent of the swirling brushstrokes of Van Gogh's turbulent skies, accented by scarlet poppies dancing in an invisible breeze. A distant citadel, its architecture is a fusion of Gothic and Art Nouveau styles. Hyper-detailed textures bring every element to life, from the worn leather of the warrior’s gauntlets to the blades of grass at his feet. A sense of epic scale permeates the composition, with the young man dominating the foreground while the vast, tumultuous world stretches infinitely behind him. The overall mood is one of imposing power tempered by a touch of melancholy.
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "Nouvelle Sainte-Domingue" is the local name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy conditioning took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the skydocks, where just two decades ago they finished assembling the largest spacecraft ever built, "Glittering Sundancer", using salvaged martian tech from the fallen orbitals, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands I suppose, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
    Cinematic quality image of: A classic software developer archetype with an unexpected edge. Lean build bordering on lanky (175cm), dressed in a wrinkled white premium cotton t-shirt that's probably fresh from the package. His cargo shorts are khaki, paired incongruously with expensive running shoes - Hoka Bondis in gray and orange. His black hair has that characteristic mess of someone who runs their hands through it while coding. Dark eyes behind trendy transparent-frame glasses hold a mix of skepticism and analytical interest. Brown skin, clean-shaven, with sharp features that suggest his South Indian heritage. A subtle sleeve of geometric tattoos peeks out from under his right t-shirt sleeve. His posture is slightly hunched from long hours at a keyboard, but there's an underlying restlessness in how he keeps repositioning himself on the meditation cushion. A smartwatch on his wrist keeps lighting up with notifications he's trying not to check. The corner of his mouth twitches occasionally in what might be suppressed amusement at the whole situation.
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "Nouvelle Sainte-Domingue" is the local name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy conditioning took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the skydocks, where just two decades ago they finished assembling the largest spacecraft ever built, "Glittering Sundancer", using salvaged martian tech from the fallen orbitals, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands I suppose, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "Nouvelle Sainte-Domingue" is the local name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy conditioning took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the skydocks, where just two decades ago they finished assembling the largest spacecraft ever built, "Glittering Sundancer", using salvaged martian tech from the fallen orbitals, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands I suppose, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
    A young man of about 23 years old with blood red hair and golden eyes, dressed in a The image shows a man sitting in what appears to be the back seat of a car, with a glass of red wine in his hand. He is wearing an elegant outfit, composed of a black suit with discreet lines and a dark red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Under the jacket, he wears a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing several silver chains around his neck. He also has several rings on his fingers, and a watch on his left wrist. The man sports vibrant red hair and wears a long earring in one of his ears. The scene is illuminated with bright lights, probably from the city at night, which are reflected in the car windows. The scene, which recalls Frazetta's dynamic compositions and Turner's ethereal lighting, is reminiscent of the swirling brushstrokes of Van Gogh's turbulent skies, accented by scarlet poppies dancing in an invisible breeze. A distant citadel, its architecture is a fusion of Gothic and Art Nouveau styles. Hyper-detailed textures bring every element to life, from the worn leather of the warrior’s gauntlets to the blades of grass at his feet. A sense of epic scale permeates the composition, with the young man dominating the foreground while the vast, tumultuous world stretches infinitely behind him. The overall mood is one of imposing power tempered by a touch of melancholy.
    brilliant concept, a surreal Timeless travelers leaning, Quantum foam stardust of probability, dark colors, <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.4> dark, low-key, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
    A young man of about 23 years old with blood red hair and golden eyes, dressed in a The image shows a man sitting in what appears to be the back seat of a car, with a glass of red wine in his hand. He is wearing an elegant outfit, composed of a black suit with discreet lines and a dark red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Under the jacket, he wears a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing several silver chains around his neck. He also has several rings on his fingers, and a watch on his left wrist. The man sports vibrant red hair and wears a long earring in one of his ears. The scene is illuminated with bright lights, probably from the city at night, which are reflected in the car windows. The scene, which recalls Frazetta's dynamic compositions and Turner's ethereal lighting, is reminiscent of the swirling brushstrokes of Van Gogh's turbulent skies, accented by scarlet poppies dancing in an invisible breeze. A distant citadel, its architecture is a fusion of Gothic and Art Nouveau styles. Hyper-detailed textures bring every element to life, from the worn leather of the warrior’s gauntlets to the blades of grass at his feet. A sense of epic scale permeates the composition, with the young man dominating the foreground while the vast, tumultuous world stretches infinitely behind him. The overall mood is one of imposing power tempered by a touch of melancholy.
    In a lavish, modern kitchen that looks straight out of a designer catalog but is currently in complete disarray, a sexy woman stands in the middle of the chaos, holding a whisk in one hand and sporting a mischievous grin. She’s wearing an apron with tiny red hearts over an outfit wildly inappropriate for cooking: a tight tank top and frayed denim shorts. A smudge of flour decorates her cheek, and her hair is swept into a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her face. All around her, culinary mayhem reigns: a mixing bowl overflows with batter, a cracked egg drips off the counter, and a cat perched on a shelf watches the scene with wide, judgmental eyes. A pendant light casts a warm glow, illuminating stainless steel countertops splattered with melted chocolate and floury handprints. Suddenly, a loud pop echoes through the room. She whirls around to see the oven belching a cloud of black smoke. Behind her, a sharply dressed man—probably her partner—clumsily tries to put out a small fire with a dishtowel, slipping on a puddle of spilled milk in the process. The graphic style is exaggerated and slightly cartoonish, but the textures are rich and detailed, from the specks of flour on her skin to the gleaming metallic sheen of the kitchen appliances. The lighting blends warm, cozy tones with chaotic bursts of energy, making the scene both hilarious and irresistibly charming
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    Wow, your mom would love this image! I'm sure it's exactly the sort of thing she'd share on facebook or whatever dying social media platform she uses. It's absolutely a generic, basic embodiment of what is regarded as cute and quirky, you could probably stick it on novelty mugs and motivational posters and make a fortune, it is literally the blandest, most common-denominator instantiation of fun and adorable imaginable, 32k uhd, absurdres, cinematic still, hyper realism, photorealistic, extremely detailed, beautiful composition, tack sharp focus, crystal clear image, volumetric lighting, masterpiece
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    charcoal drawing, Silhouette Art, breathtaking detailed, masterpiece, awe-inspiring, radiant, magnificent, dark background, photorealistic portrait of A hyper-realistic portrait of a quantum mechanic, her body existing in multiple states simultaneously. Her form appears to glitch and shift, with overlapping images showing different versions of herself performing various actions. Her eyes are kaleidoscopic, reflecting infinite possibilities. She stands in a laboratory that defies conventional physics - objects float mid-air, time flows backwards in certain areas, and miniature wormholes swirl in the background. Her hands manipulate strings of mathematical equations that glow and twist like physical objects. The air around her shimmers with probability waves, and at her feet, Schrödinger's cat phases in and out of existence.
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "august orleans" is the locals name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy training took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the glittering sundancer, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
    style of Amanda Clark, She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything was as fresh As the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I stare too long I'd probably break down and cry <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:tbh148-sdxl:1>
    Apartment Interior Decorated with Flowers and Plants, A cozy and humble apartment decorated with beautiful flowers and plants. There is an amazing view of the cityscape as well. I can only imagine how the apartment interior might smell with the flowers giving off their scents. This is probably one way to remove the odor from the city’s pollution naturally.
    Cinematic quality image of: A Silicon Valley type trying hard to look casual yet clearly worth millions. His tall frame (around 188cm) is dressed in deceptively simple clothes - a gray linen shirt that probably costs more than most people's weekly salary, paired with black joggers and limited edition Nike trainers. Dirty blonde hair styled in that deliberately messy way that takes time to perfect. Clean-shaven face with slight tension around his jaw, suggesting he grinds his teeth at night. His blue eyes keep darting between his Apple Watch and the neural interface equipment, betraying both skepticism and keen interest. Despite attempts to appear relaxed, his body language screams 'high-strung' - one leg bouncing slightly as he sits cross-legged on his meditation cushion. A subtle scent of expensive cologne lingers around him. His manicured hands can't seem to stay still, either checking his phone or adjusting his cushion position every few minutes.
    In a lavish, modern kitchen that looks straight out of a designer catalog but is currently in complete disarray, a sexy woman stands in the middle of the chaos, holding a whisk in one hand and sporting a mischievous grin. She’s wearing an apron with tiny red hearts over an outfit wildly inappropriate for cooking: a tight tank top and frayed denim shorts. A smudge of flour decorates her cheek, and her hair is swept into a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her face. All around her, culinary mayhem reigns: a mixing bowl overflows with batter, a cracked egg drips off the counter, and a cat perched on a shelf watches the scene with wide, judgmental eyes. A pendant light casts a warm glow, illuminating stainless steel countertops splattered with melted chocolate and floury handprints. Suddenly, a loud pop echoes through the room. She whirls around to see the oven belching a cloud of black smoke. Behind her, a sharply dressed man—probably her partner—clumsily tries to put out a small fire with a dishtowel, slipping on a puddle of spilled milk in the process. The graphic style is exaggerated and slightly cartoonish, but the textures are rich and detailed, from the specks of flour on her skin to the gleaming metallic sheen of the kitchen appliances. The lighting blends warm, cozy tones with chaotic bursts of energy, making the scene both hilarious and irresistibly charming
    In a lavish, modern kitchen that looks straight out of a designer catalog but is currently in complete disarray, a sexy woman stands in the middle of the chaos, holding a whisk in one hand and sporting a mischievous grin. She’s wearing an apron with tiny red hearts over an outfit wildly inappropriate for cooking: a tight tank top and frayed denim shorts. A smudge of flour decorates her cheek, and her hair is swept into a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her face. All around her, culinary mayhem reigns: a mixing bowl overflows with batter, a cracked egg drips off the counter, and a cat perched on a shelf watches the scene with wide, judgmental eyes. A pendant light casts a warm glow, illuminating stainless steel countertops splattered with melted chocolate and floury handprints. Suddenly, a loud pop echoes through the room. She whirls around to see the oven belching a cloud of black smoke. Behind her, a sharply dressed man—probably her partner—clumsily tries to put out a small fire with a dishtowel, slipping on a puddle of spilled milk in the process. The graphic style is exaggerated and slightly cartoonish, but the textures are rich and detailed, from the specks of flour on her skin to the gleaming metallic sheen of the kitchen appliances. The lighting blends warm, cozy tones with chaotic bursts of energy, making the scene both hilarious and irresistibly charming
    Apartment Interior Decorated with Flowers and Plants, A cozy and humble apartment decorated with beautiful flowers and plants. There is an amazing view of the cityscape as well. I can only imagine how the apartment interior might smell with the flowers giving off their scents. This is probably one way to remove the odor from the city’s pollution naturally.
    In a lavish, modern kitchen that looks straight out of a designer catalog but is currently in complete disarray, a sexy woman stands in the middle of the chaos, holding a whisk in one hand and sporting a mischievous grin. She’s wearing an apron with tiny red hearts over an outfit wildly inappropriate for cooking: a tight tank top and frayed denim shorts. A smudge of flour decorates her cheek, and her hair is swept into a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her face. All around her, culinary mayhem reigns: a mixing bowl overflows with batter, a cracked egg drips off the counter, and a cat perched on a shelf watches the scene with wide, judgmental eyes. A pendant light casts a warm glow, illuminating stainless steel countertops splattered with melted chocolate and floury handprints. Suddenly, a loud pop echoes through the room. She whirls around to see the oven belching a cloud of black smoke. Behind her, a sharply dressed man—probably her partner—clumsily tries to put out a small fire with a dishtowel, slipping on a puddle of spilled milk in the process. The graphic style is exaggerated and slightly cartoonish, but the textures are rich and detailed, from the specks of flour on her skin to the gleaming metallic sheen of the kitchen appliances. The lighting blends warm, cozy tones with chaotic bursts of energy, making the scene both hilarious and irresistibly charming
    brilliant concept, a surreal Timeless travelers leaning, Quantum foam stardust of probability, dark colors, <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.4> dark, low-key, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "august orleans" is the locals name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy training took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the glittering sundancer, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
    charcoal drawing, Silhouette Art, breathtaking detailed, masterpiece, awe-inspiring, radiant, magnificent, dark background, photorealistic portrait of A hyper-realistic portrait of a quantum mechanic, her body existing in multiple states simultaneously. Her form appears to glitch and shift, with overlapping images showing different versions of herself performing various actions. Her eyes are kaleidoscopic, reflecting infinite possibilities. She stands in a laboratory that defies conventional physics - objects float mid-air, time flows backwards in certain areas, and miniature wormholes swirl in the background. Her hands manipulate strings of mathematical equations that glow and twist like physical objects. The air around her shimmers with probability waves, and at her feet, Schrödinger's cat phases in and out of existence.
    brilliant concept, a surreal Timeless travelers leaning, Quantum foam stardust of probability, dark colors, <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.4> dark, low-key, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
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    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "Nouvelle Sainte-Domingue" is the local name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy conditioning took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the skydocks, where just two decades ago they finished assembling the largest spacecraft ever built, "Glittering Sundancer", using salvaged martian tech from the fallen orbitals, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands I suppose, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,
    dust off your creole as you'll need it, sight the cobwebs like ligands, their gleaming strands sharper than razorwire Marie Laveau would love it here though I doubt she'd adjust too well to the gravity, 0.3g doesn't take well to the few people I've met that were actually born on earth, "Aeturna 1b" is a long way from their home and not too many want to stay in cryosleep for a decade, and once you arrive, "august orleans" is the locals name for the only city worth a damn, I can't even remember the official designation, probably learned before my envoy training took effect, So now here I am, homeworld of the glittering sundancer, pretense mating with circumstance in backwater marshlands, Skyscrapers sinking ever deeper into the swamps And predictably I can feel it beginning, the grating of impulse in my mind, like an itch I just can't scratch, Gods, what might I have done for you to send me to this planet I wonder fantastic scifi, intriguing grand narrative, ultra-detailed, professional cinematic concept-art, painting, epic, eye catching details, golden hour,

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