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    The ruins of this desolate city are like a shattered dreamscape, its towering spires and intricate labyrinths reduced to mere echoes in the howling winds of the alien desert, b3ks1n
    Hyperrealistic art, high-quality, photorealistic:1.5, 8k, texture skin, highest detailed, extreme detailed, (intricate details), (hyperdetailed), high detailed, lot of details, high quality, low key cinematic light, atmospheric perspective (focus on), Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, incredibly lifelike, In the eerie twilight of the necropolis, a haunting sight unfolds atop the narrow headstones. A black, ghostly humanoid figure kneels in solemn prayer, its form obscured by a billowing hood that conceals its face from view. Despite its diminutive size, the presence exudes a profound sense of solemnity and reverence, casting a spectral aura over the ancient burial ground. The creature's slender frame hunches gracefully, its hands clasped together in an ethereal gesture of supplication. Wisps of darkness swirl around its form, intertwining with the mist that clings to the aged stones. The atmosphere crackles with a palpable energy, as if the very air is imbued with the whispers of the departed. Around the creature, the necropolis stretches out in all directions, a labyrinth of weathered tombstones and crumbling mausoleums. Shadows dance between the graves, and the distant sound of mournful winds echoes through the night.
    glamour shot,(dark mood masterpiece Photography by Mario Giacomelli:1.2),high quality, 8K Ultra HD, (Silhouetted against a hellish sky of fire and brimstone:1.4), (death wearing long tattered shredded robes stands upon the tilted deck of a ruined ship:1.7), (tattered robes and bandages whip about Death's skeletal form in the scorching winds:1.5), gazing out impassively across a midnight sea scattered with broken hulls and lost souls, distant screams and unearthly howls echo from the rocky shores, ephemeral shapes flit through the murky waters, searching, ever searching for a shore they will never reach, Death pays no heed to their plight, continuing his endless vigil at the helm, guide and guardian to all who find themselves crossing into his domain, shepherding them unto their cursed voyage through lands unknown, presiding eternally in this malignant corner of the underworld where no living tread, surrounded only by darkness, decay, and the anguished cries of the damned, (fantasy:1.7), (surreal:1.7), catchlights in eyes, dramatic lighting, atmospheric lighting, rembrandt lighting, full depth of field and realistic textures, colorful, 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, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, OverallDetailXL, zPDXLrl, <lora:add_detail:1>, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
    As Lilly, her crimson-hued gown billowing in the wind, stands atop the winding cliffs of Dover with obsidian silk hair cascading down her back, a haunting melody echoes off the craggy rocks beneath, casting an ethereal glow over her resilient figure as she gazes out at the setting sun, embodying hope amidst the crashing waves below.
    (oil painting:1.5), (artist:Zdzisław Beksiński), (dark abstract collage:1.8), (solitary figure draped in a tattered crimson robe standing before a desolate shrine:1.7), (decayed remnants of forgotten souls woven into spectral layers:1.6), (ashen skeletal trees twisting against a storm-lit sky:1.7), (haunting reds, deep charcoals, and desaturated golds forming an eerie contrast:1.6), (crumbling temple walls carved with cryptic runes, their meanings long lost:1.7), (shadows of the past flickering like dying embers in the endless dusk:1.6), (a lone lantern’s glow barely piercing the thick, oppressive fog:1.5), (whispering echoes of prayers dissolving into the wind:1.7), (ethereal textures blending ancient sorrow, fleeting memory, and inevitable decay:1.6).
    Channelling the dark intricacies of Wayne England's bold, angular designs,John Blanche's atmospheric and sketch-like illustrations, this artwork of A bird's-eye view of a desolate battlefield, crisscrossed with trenches, and surrounded by the distant echo of sorrowful winds.,Anti-aircraft guns,Ossuary,Trench foot stands out with its detailed backgrounds,mechanical grotesques,high contrast,bold silhouettes,grungy textures.
    At the center of this otherworldly tableau stands a woman, her form sculpted entirely from swirling mist transparent fading. She exudes an air of sorrowful elegance, her delicate, misty contours juxtaposed against the poignant traces of her ephemeral beauty and the deep melancholic aura that envelops her. Her eyes, formed from deep pools of haunting fog, captivate with a reflection of timeless grief, stark against the backdrop of delicate decay. In her hand, she delicately holds the luminous red rose. From this rose, droplets of blood mysteriously emerge, weaving down her pale, misty hand stark reminder of the pain that beauty can inflict. This bleeding, a symbolic echo of her own hidden wounds, adds a layer of dark mystique to the scene. The blood s vivid red stands in sharp contrast against the soft glow of the rose and the somber, foggy tones of the garden, highlighting the stark interplay of life and loss, beauty and pain. Around her, the wind whispers secrets through the garden, its breath caught in the eternal dance of light and shadow. The backlighting casts her enigmatic silhouette from the fog, imbuing the scene with a sense of surreal drama. This tableau, frozen in time, becomes a poignant narrative of haunting beauty, sorrowful loss, and the delicate balance between darkness and light, all sculpted from the ethereal essence of fog.
    /poetic prompt: Emily's favourite spot on the edge of the overpass, a wash of liminal nostalgia, medicine for the soul, sunset tinged with rosy hues, the echoes of memory, tug gently at her watercolor_mood, filigreed smoke plumes from her cigarette, the familiar rumble of the 9 o'clock express train, the rush of wind as it passes below her dangling feet, life is good, interpretative, capturing the essence of bittersweet emotion, depicted as a painting,
    Hyperrealistic art, high-quality, photorealistic:1.5, 8k, texture skin, highest detailed, extreme detailed, (intricate details), (hyperdetailed), high detailed, lot of details, high quality, low key cinematic light, atmospheric perspective (focus on), Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, incredibly lifelike, In the eerie twilight of the necropolis, a haunting sight unfolds atop the narrow headstones. A black, ghostly humanoid figure kneels in solemn prayer, its form obscured by a billowing hood that conceals its face from view. Despite its diminutive size, the presence exudes a profound sense of solemnity and reverence, casting a spectral aura over the ancient burial ground. The creature's slender frame hunches gracefully, its hands clasped together in an ethereal gesture of supplication. Wisps of darkness swirl around its form, intertwining with the mist that clings to the aged stones. The atmosphere crackles with a palpable energy, as if the very air is imbued with the whispers of the departed. Around the creature, the necropolis stretches out in all directions, a labyrinth of weathered tombstones and crumbling mausoleums. Shadows dance between the graves, and the distant sound of mournful winds echoes through the night.
    The wind howled mournfully through the corridors of an abandoned skyscraper, its hollow echoes carrying tales of a world where humans and aliens coexisted in harmony, until a cataclysmic event shattered their utopia into dust and dreams, b3ks1n
    A lone runner, muscles taut with determination, sprints across a dreamlike landscape where towering skyscrapers melt like candles under a blazing sun. The cityscape twists and bends impossibly, defying gravity and perspective. The runner's face is a mask of astonishment, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief as they navigate this surreal urban maze. Protest signs and banners flutter in a nonexistent wind, their messages blurring and morphing into abstract shapes that echo the fluid architecture. Vibrant splashes of color punctuate the scene, creating a stark contrast against the warped monochrome buildings. Shadows stretch and dance, casting eerie patterns across the undulating streets. The composition draws the eye in a spiraling motion, mirroring the runner's path through this mind-bending reality. The lighting is dramatic and otherworldly, with impossible reflections and refractions painting the runner in a kaleidoscope of hues.
    In a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, a lone figure stands amidst the crumbling ruins of a once-thriving city. The sky is cast in an eerie, ochre hue, the sun a dim, sickly orb obscured by a haze of dust and debris. Decaying skyscrapers and collapsed bridges litter the scene, their twisted metal frames reaching up towards the lifeless heavens like the skeletal fingers of a long-dead titan. The figure, a weathered and weary survivor, stands atop a pile of rubble, surveying the devastation that surrounds them. Their face is partially obscured by a tattered scarf, their eyes narrowed against the stinging wind that whips through the abandoned urban sprawl. They clutch a makeshift weapon - perhaps a length of pipe or a rusted crowbar - ready to defend their meager territory against any unseen threats. In the distance, the faint silhouettes of other scavengers can be seen, their movements cautious and furtive, scavenging for scraps amidst the ruins. The air is thick with an oppressive, post-industrial silence, broken only by the occasional groan of shifting debris or the distant echoes of some unseen horror. The composition places the lone figure at the center of the frame, their small, isolated presence dwarfed by the scale of the devastation that surrounds them. It is a stark, bleak, and unforgiving vision of a world brought low by some unimaginable catastrophe, where survival has become the only imperative.
    As the moon took its place in the sky, Harriet Slater stood atop a moss-covered stone altar, her regal pose exuding an air of mystery and power. Clad in an ethereal gown crafted from the petals of rare orchids, delicate tendrils of ivy intertwined within the fabric, she held a bouquet of luminous white roses as if beseeching the stars themselves for guidance, her eyes glistening with an inner fire that illuminated the shadows cast by the ancient trees. The soft golden light filtering through the leaves created a dreamlike atmosphere, while the wind whispered secrets in the distance, the sound echoing ominously yet soothingly through the forest as Harriet, framed between the gnarled roots of the ancient trees, became a testament to the untamed power of nature and the strength of femininity in its purest form. <lora:hkvgjv18fe81252abn97f:1>
    A solitary figure stands at the edge of a crumbling city pier, silhouetted against a turbulent twilight sky. The figure's form is distorted, part human and part ethereal, with wisps of luminescent energy emanating from their skin. Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, gaze out over a vast, churning sea that reflects the chaotic blend of deep purples, fiery oranges, and electric blues above. Fragments of the pier disintegrate beneath their feet, transforming into glowing butterflies that swirl around the figure before dissipating into the wind. In the distance, skyscrapers warp and bend like melting candles, their windows flickering with the last vestiges of a familiar world. Ghostly echoes of faces and memories ripple across the water's surface, just out of reach. The air is thick with a palpable sense of isolation and transformation, as reality itself seems to unravel at the seams. This haunting scene blends the surreal landscapes of Salvador Dali with the emotional intensity of Edvard Munch's "The Scream," while incorporating the luminous qualities found in James Turrell's light installations.
    A solitary figure stands at the edge of a crumbling city pier, silhouetted against a turbulent twilight sky. The figure's form is distorted, part human and part ethereal, with wisps of luminescent energy emanating from their skin. Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, gaze out over a vast, churning sea that reflects the chaotic blend of deep purples, fiery oranges, and electric blues above. Fragments of the pier disintegrate beneath their feet, transforming into glowing butterflies that swirl around the figure before dissipating into the wind. In the distance, skyscrapers warp and bend like melting candles, their windows flickering with the last vestiges of a familiar world. Ghostly echoes of faces and memories ripple across the water's surface, just out of reach. The air is thick with a palpable sense of isolation and transformation, as reality itself seems to unravel at the seams. This haunting scene blends the surreal landscapes of Salvador Dali with the emotional intensity of Edvard Munch's "The Scream," while incorporating the luminous qualities found in James Turrell's light installations.
    A serene atompunk style scene unfolds before our eyes - a solitary bonsai style tree standing tall amidst East Asian architecture, its wind swept branches reaching across the horizon towards the fading sunset. In the distance, the building silhouettes echoing the tree's resilience and strength. A lone bird soars across the sky, adding to the melancholic beauty of this moment. The entire piece is rendered in muted tones accentuating the stark contrast between the natural and artificial elements present, official artwork, showcasing the artist's remarkable talent for creating stunning visuals using just a few strokes of the brush, Despite its simplicity, the image resonates deeply, inviting introspection and reflection on the fleeting nature of existence, embedding:SimplePositiveXLv2, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4>
    In the heart of an enchanted forest, where sunlight dapples through emerald canopy, casting etherealpattern upon moss-covered roots and soft earth below, stands poised Octavia, captivatingyoung woman adorning wooden bridge adorned with ivy vines. Her delicate silhouette framed by golden rays streaming behind, her reflection mirroring grace beauty in ancient mirror suspended twobstrees, gazing intently into depths. Her long wavy hair cascades down back in waterfall of golden curls catching light as dances around shoulders. Atmosphere charged mystery romance, timestops capturing fleeting moment, enchantingforestwhisperspers secrets wind, echoing haunting beauty of young woman's enigmatic smile, ivy vines gently swaying in the breeze like slow dance beneath her feet. <lora:otygnz18fb4a14ee8t16da:1>
    At the center of this otherworldly tableau stands a woman, her form sculpted entirely from swirling mist transparent fading. She exudes an air of sorrowful elegance, her delicate, misty contours juxtaposed against the poignant traces of her ephemeral beauty and the deep melancholic aura that envelops her. Her eyes, formed from deep pools of haunting fog, captivate with a reflection of timeless grief, stark against the backdrop of delicate decay. In her hand, she delicately holds the luminous red rose. From this rose, droplets of blood mysteriously emerge, weaving down her pale, misty hand stark reminder of the pain that beauty can inflict. This bleeding, a symbolic echo of her own hidden wounds, adds a layer of dark mystique to the scene. The blood s vivid red stands in sharp contrast against the soft glow of the rose and the somber, foggy tones of the garden, highlighting the stark interplay of life and loss, beauty and pain. Around her, the wind whispers secrets through the garden, its breath caught in the eternal dance of light and shadow. The backlighting casts her enigmatic silhouette from the fog, imbuing the scene with a sense of surreal drama. This tableau, frozen in time, becomes a poignant narrative of haunting beauty, sorrowful loss, and the delicate balance between darkness and light, all sculpted from the ethereal essence of fog.
    In a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, a lone figure stands amidst the crumbling ruins of a once-thriving city. The sky is cast in an eerie, ochre hue, the sun a dim, sickly orb obscured by a haze of dust and debris. Decaying skyscrapers and collapsed bridges litter the scene, their twisted metal frames reaching up towards the lifeless heavens like the skeletal fingers of a long-dead titan. The figure, a weathered and weary survivor, stands atop a pile of rubble, surveying the devastation that surrounds them. Their face is partially obscured by a tattered scarf, their eyes narrowed against the stinging wind that whips through the abandoned urban sprawl. They clutch a makeshift weapon - perhaps a length of pipe or a rusted crowbar - ready to defend their meager territory against any unseen threats. In the distance, the faint silhouettes of other scavengers can be seen, their movements cautious and furtive, scavenging for scraps amidst the ruins. The air is thick with an oppressive, post-industrial silence, broken only by the occasional groan of shifting debris or the distant echoes of some unseen horror. The composition places the lone figure at the center of the frame, their small, isolated presence dwarfed by the scale of the devastation that surrounds them. It is a stark, bleak, and unforgiving vision of a world brought low by some unimaginable catastrophe, where survival has become the only imperative.
    Imagine a dynamic and exciting image: an anthropomorphic chicken, dressed in a sleek leather racing suit, speeding down the open road on a roaring Yamaha R1 motorcycle. The chicken's feathers flutter in the wind, and its eyes stare forward with determination and focus. A futuristic marvel of engineering, the motorcycle gleams with polished chrome and bright colors, effortlessly traversing the winding roads of scenic mountain passes. The backdrop is a landscape of rolling hills, dense forests, and a clear blue sky overhead. The sound of the engine echoes in the air, and as the chicken bends down with expert precision, the rush of adrenaline blends together to embody the feeling of freedom, speed, and excitement. (Depth of Field Blur: 1.1), multiple elements, clear picture, clear layers, distinct light and dark, rich details, sharp focus, medium sea blue and radiant dark tones, yellow-green color scheme, light cyan warm tones,
    In the twilight of a hauntingly ethereal Gothic cathedral, Mia, a solitary girl with long, flowing golden hair, stands amidst the kaleidoscopic patterns cast by the setting sun's golden light through the stained glass windows. Her eyes, emerald green and filled with an intensity that is both captivating and terrifying, bore into the soul of the observer, as if she holds the secrets of the universe within her gaze. The camera angles from below, looking up at Mia as she stands there, alone yet seemingly in command of the desolate, crumbling surroundings. Her voice, a soft, melodic whisper, echoes through the empty halls, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeates the scene. The wind whispers mournfully around her, as if trying to steal away the secrets hidden within her soul. Mia, mia, solo - she is a vision of beauty and vulnerability, yet also a harbinger of doom, leaving the viewer questioning whether this enigmatic figure is a savior or a destroyer.
    At twilight, Eleonora stands at the water's edge in a forest, her raven locks cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, adorned in a flowing ivory gown with delicate lace and embroidery. Her melancholic longing etched upon her face as she gazes towards the horizon, slender fingers poised to touch the tranquil moonlit lake, while the soft glow of the moonlight dances on her skin, creating an otherworldly aura around her. The stillness is only broken by the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind and distant hooting of owls echoing through the emerald-green forest, drawing viewers into the depths of her quiet sorrow. <lora:ggwpsr18fcad1bfa3z1c7a:1>
    In a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, a lone figure stands amidst the crumbling ruins of a once-thriving city. The sky is cast in an eerie, ochre hue, the sun a dim, sickly orb obscured by a haze of dust and debris. Decaying skyscrapers and collapsed bridges litter the scene, their twisted metal frames reaching up towards the lifeless heavens like the skeletal fingers of a long-dead titan. The figure, a weathered and weary survivor, stands atop a pile of rubble, surveying the devastation that surrounds them. Their face is partially obscured by a tattered scarf, their eyes narrowed against the stinging wind that whips through the abandoned urban sprawl. They clutch a makeshift weapon - perhaps a length of pipe or a rusted crowbar - ready to defend their meager territory against any unseen threats. In the distance, the faint silhouettes of other scavengers can be seen, their movements cautious and furtive, scavenging for scraps amidst the ruins. The air is thick with an oppressive, post-industrial silence, broken only by the occasional groan of shifting debris or the distant echoes of some unseen horror. The composition places the lone figure at the center of the frame, their small, isolated presence dwarfed by the scale of the devastation that surrounds them. It is a stark, bleak, and unforgiving vision of a world brought low by some unimaginable catastrophe, where survival has become the only imperative.
    Cinematic Hollywood Film, great lighting, hyper-realistic, A raging inferno engulfs a dilapidated amusement park funhouse, flames licking at the peeling paint and twisted metal. Amidst the chaos, Harley Quinn and the Joker are locked in a passionate embrace in the center of the fiery vortex. Harley Quinn: Clad in her signature red and black jester costume, her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and manic glee. Her face is partially obscured by the smoke and flames, but a hint of a smile plays on her lips. The Joker: Leaning into Harley's embrace, his crazed laughter echoes above the roar of the fire. His green hair is windblown and his purple suit is singed at the edges, but his eyes gleam with a chilling intensity. Capture the intensity of the fire  swirling flames licking at their clothes, embers raining down around them, and the distorted heat waves warping the air. A powerful gust of wind whips through the scene, billowing Harley's hair and Joker's coat, adding to the sense of chaos. Include details of the collapsing funhouse around them  shattered mirrors reflecting the flames, twisted metal beams groaning under the heat, and fragments of colorful carnival decorations scattered amongst the debris. The scene should be a thrilling and unsettling mix of passion and destruction. The all-consuming fire threatens to engulf them both, but Harley and Joker seem to embrace the chaos, their love as twisted and unpredictable as the flames surrounding them.
    Silhouette style thick outline of A powerful figure dressed in opulent Renaissance clothing, with a richly embroidered doublet and a fur-trimmed cloak draped over his shoulders. His demeanor exudes authority and wisdom. in a Golden Yellow Leather brimmed hat adorned with feathers sleeveless turtleneckshort sleeves, Blue black hair The Whispering Canyon: Standing on the edge of a canyon with arms outstretched, eyes closed, and ears tuned to the echoes of the wind and the whispers of the earth, communing with the spirit of the land. John Sloane, natural, shimmering, vibrant, gothic, rpg,1400ad, ultra detailed, detailed, immersive, reminiscent of high fantasy RPG games, HD, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, super realistic, perfect face, perfect hands, award-winning, professional, breathtaking, linquivera cultured Waterfall frosty weather <lora:MJ52:0.5> <lora:clothing_slider_v19:1> <lora:sd_xl_dpo_lora_v1:1> <lora:linquivera:1> . High contrast, minimalistic, black and white, stark, dramatic
    A floating corpse on a lafette, Behind it the dancing youths, Through the slit of licked lips. You can hear the bells of brains. The sobbing country Drowning in green snot, Hope has touched bottom, The bottom in hot coals. The soot of farewell speeches Over the mown field of carnations, A full of tears human stream, Drowning in its own cry. In the gold of mourning ribbons The sunbeam plays, The letters of new legends In the land of endless clouds. And someone breathed the air of the wind's change, And someone threw back his chair, Hanging half a meter high Somebody shouted “Hooray!” And the echoing bird flew through the streets, Fluttering through the city till morning The white feathers of the dawn made them sparkle. And then all will share, but not share. The abomination will present new faces. Others will come to eat, The long-waiting, angry ones, And they'll tear to pieces What's left They'll make pity true They'll bleed. Much. Again. Again. And all we want is warmth And all we want is light Springtime So that our bodies Through dreams to summer.
    cinematic photo sci-fi style analog film photo of (Crimson plains stretched to horizons veiled in perpetual twilight, the twin suns casting long, skeletal shadows from gnarled, obsidian trees. Bioluminescent fungi, the only splash of color, pulsed with an eerie rhythm, casting an alien glow on the petrified forest floor. Wind howled through fossilized branches, a mournful song that echoed the planet's desolate beauty. Beneath the surface, shimmering crystals, like captured starlight, whispered of a vibrant past, forever lost. A land of haunting silence and forgotten dreams), ((by Guy Aroch):1.3) . faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, grainy, vignette, vintage, Kodachrome, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, found footage . futuristic, technological, alien worlds, space themes, advanced civilizations . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed
    In the eerie twilight of a fog-shrouded moor, Maarya, clad in an ancient music box and a sumptuous gown embroidered with enchanted landscapes, stands resolute amidst gnarled trees and brooding hillsides, her body slightly bent as if bowing to some unseen force. The delicate mechanical whirring of the music box's innards can be heard faintly amidst the moaning winds that sweep through the desolate landscape, casting an otherworldly soundtrack over the scene. As she stands there, her eyes closed in a look of rapt concentration and her lips moving silently in what appears to be a prayer or incantation, her ethereal silhouette barely discernible against the looming shadows, her long, wild hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of dark silk. The scene is bathed in a melancholy, silvery light that filters through the fog and casts ghostly shadows on the ground beneath her feet, while the distant echoes of long-forgotten melodies seem to dance upon the cold, damp air. All around her, the moor stretches out endlessly into the darkness, a desolate wilderness of twisted trees, haunted ruins, and ancient stones that seem to whisper secrets lost to time. This is Maarya, a guardian of mysteries and a keeper of forgotten dreams, her very presence an enigma that captivates and terrifies in equal measure.
    LauraF as an eskimo in an igloo, stylized. LauraF, as an Eskimo woman, sat inside her meticulously designed igloo, which featured a vibrant yet cozy ambiance; her long, brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, as she adorned intricate earrings that sparkled gently with every soft movement of the wind blowing through the opening, revealing her enchanting mole just beneath her hood's edge; in this serene setting, she wore a bright smile upon her lips and an open mouth that echoed the warmth of the Arctic as her closed eyes revealed inner peace. <lora:nxrpmo18df6978a1bya67:1>
    The wind howled mournfully through the corridors of an abandoned skyscraper, its hollow echoes carrying tales of a world where humans and aliens coexisted in harmony, until a cataclysmic event shattered their utopia into dust and dreams, b3ks1n
    Imagine a dynamic and exciting image: an anthropomorphic chicken, dressed in a sleek leather racing suit, speeding down the open road on a roaring Yamaha R1 motorcycle. The chicken's feathers flutter in the wind, and its eyes stare forward with determination and focus. A futuristic marvel of engineering, the motorcycle gleams with polished chrome and bright colors, effortlessly traversing the winding roads of scenic mountain passes. The backdrop is a landscape of rolling hills, dense forests, and a clear blue sky overhead. The sound of the engine echoes in the air, and as the chicken bends down with expert precision, the rush of adrenaline blends together to embody the feeling of freedom, speed, and excitement. (Depth of Field Blur: 1.1), multiple elements, clear picture, clear layers, distinct light and dark, rich details, sharp focus, medium sea blue and radiant dark tones, yellow-green color scheme, light cyan warm tones,
    A titanic whale glides majestically through the cosmos, its glimmering blue skin shimmering with bioluminescent patterns that echo oceanic depths. Solar winds ripple through translucent fins, propelling it past luminous nebulae. Ethereal currents swirl around, carrying a sense of serenity and power. A living, breathing guardian of aquatic mysteries, adrift among the stars.
    In a poignant black-and-white photograph, Elena, a young woman dressed in an antique lace wedding gown, stands atop a crumbling stone bridge, her delicate silhouette bathed in soft moonlight that filters through the archway behind her. Clutching a wilted bouquet of ivory roses and brimming with tears, she gazes longingly at the distant ruins of a once-grand castle, as if lost in the memories of a love now stolen by time's relentless march. The background is filled with the haunting beauty of overgrown gardens, their paths leading nowhere, while the wind gently rustles the leaves of dying trees, creating an eerie symphony that echoes the sorrow etched upon Elena's face, capturing a fleeting moment of both heartache and timeless romance. <lora:rogmku18fd1523e49q2ba7:1>
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    A delicate, glowing feather balanced on the tip of a jagged, ice-covered mountain peak. The sky around it is filled with swirling auroras in unnatural hues, and distant, echoing whispers can be heard when the wind blows, hyper detailed masterpiece, dynamic,awesome quality,DonMX3n0T3chXL, medal , tech, futuristic <lora:DonMX3n0T3chXL-000006:0.8>
    masterpice, absurdes, best quality, 3d, artist: John Blanche, <lora:sn4ke:1> sn4ke, a playful cobra wearing a tiny tophat, monocle, and a bow tie, attempting to juggle ruby apples, absurd comedy, photorealistic, with science fiction collectible figure of smooth kite and gold Dark Blue lights, detailed, ultrarealistic,ultradetailed,play of light, reflection, refraction, Raytracing, Valley of Echoes, steep cliffs on either side, wind whistling through the narrow passage, every sound echoing endlessly, remnants of ancient battles scattered on the valley floor, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.5> <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora:0.3>, masterpice,, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up,
    In the eerie glow of a full moon, a child stands frozen in front of an ancient, crumbling graveyard. The ground, covered in a dense mist, begins to crack and shift as a skeletal hand bursts forth, clawing its way out of the earth. The skeleton, its bones bleached and gnarled by time, rises slowly, its empty eye sockets fixed on the child, exuding an aura of malevolent intent. The air is thick with the scent of decay, and the only sound is the chilling whisper of the wind, carrying with it the faint, ghostly echoes of the dead. Behind the child, the twisted silhouettes of bare trees loom, their branches reaching out like the fingers of a giant, unseen monster. The moonlight casts long, sinister shadows that dance and flicker across the ground, adding to the macabre atmosphere. The child's expression is one of terror and fascination, caught in the spell of the horrifying spectacle unfolding before them. In the background, faint, eerie lights flicker between the headstones, suggesting the presence of otherworldly spirits or lost souls trapped between worlds. The skeleton, now fully emerged from its grave, extends a bony hand towards the child, as if inviting them to join the realm of the dead. This scene, inspired by the Gothic horror of Edgar Allan Poe and the chilling tales of H.P. Lovecraft, captures a moment of pure terror, where the boundary between the living and the dead is breached, leaving the viewer to imagine the chilling outcome of this supernatural encounter.
    The Northern Wastelands: A desolate expanse of frozen solitude, the Northern Wastelands are home to hardy barbarian tribes and nomadic clans. Here, frozen lakes shimmer beneath the pale sun, glaciers carve their way through ancient terrain, and snow-capped mountains stand as sentinels against the biting winds. Major cities: None Landmarks: The Frozen Lake: A crystalline expanse where myths of frozen spirits and ancient rituals linger. The Ice Caves: Labyrinths of shimmering blue where echoes of forgotten tales reverberate. The Glacier Mountains: Majestic peaks that guard secrets buried deep within the frozen heart of the North.
    (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
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    In a dimly lit alley shrouded in shadows, a disheveled man stands hunched over, clutching a grotesquely rotting apple in his trembling hand. The fruit, once bright and inviting, is now a sickly shade of brown and green, its surface speckled with mold and oozing a foul, metallic scent that stings the nostrils. With sunken eyes that reflect a haunting desperation, he bites into the mushy flesh, juice dribbling down his chin, leaving a glistening trail against his grimy skin. The air around him is thick with a heavy stillness, broken only by the faint rustling of trash in the wind and the echo of distant sirens cutting through the night. The oppressive darkness envelops him, mirroring the despair etched across his gaunt face as he savors the putrid taste, a desperate attempt to fill an emptiness deep within.
    (((High quality, high resolution, extremely detailed, no humans, object focus, desert dunes, swirling transformation turning vast sandscapes into a living canvas of spiraling patterns, neutral background, golden grains forming intricate vortexes that shimmer under sunlight. Waves of color ripple across the surface, blending fiery oranges with cool blues in hypnotic motion. Tiny whirlwinds dance lazily between the dunes, leaving trails of iridescent sparkles behind them. A faint hum of wind echoes through the scene, amplifying its surreal beauty. ))) sandy elegance, glowing swirls, hyper-detailed textures, atmospheric depth, cinematic lighting, dynamic energy. Dreamlike and mesmerizing, merging natural landscapes with artistic fluidity. ((Background: gradient transitioning from warm amber to deep indigo, enhancing the vibrancy of the swirling sands.)), sandswirl, swirling sand
    Cinematic Hollywood Film, great lighting, hyper-realistic, A raging inferno engulfs a dilapidated amusement park funhouse, flames licking at the peeling paint and twisted metal. Amidst the chaos, Harley Quinn and the Joker are locked in a passionate embrace in the center of the fiery vortex. Harley Quinn: Clad in her signature red and black jester costume, her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and manic glee. Her face is partially obscured by the smoke and flames, but a hint of a smile plays on her lips. The Joker: Leaning into Harley's embrace, his crazed laughter echoes above the roar of the fire. His green hair is windblown and his purple suit is singed at the edges, but his eyes gleam with a chilling intensity. Capture the intensity of the fire  swirling flames licking at their clothes, embers raining down around them, and the distorted heat waves warping the air. A powerful gust of wind whips through the scene, billowing Harley's hair and Joker's coat, adding to the sense of chaos. Include details of the collapsing funhouse around them  shattered mirrors reflecting the flames, twisted metal beams groaning under the heat, and fragments of colorful carnival decorations scattered amongst the debris. The scene should be a thrilling and unsettling mix of passion and destruction. The all-consuming fire threatens to engulf them both, but Harley and Joker seem to embrace the chaos, their love as twisted and unpredictable as the flames surrounding them.
    misty mountain peaks pierce the night sky, a colossal dragon perches on the craggy summit, its scales shimmering under the starlight, surrounded by swirling winds and dark clouds that echo its mighty roars, eerie lights flicker in the distant forest below, cyril rolando and goro fujita, inspired by jack kirby, featured on pixiv, casting a multi colored spell, nintendo game art
    /poetic prompt: Emily's favourite spot on the edge of the overpass, a wash of liminal nostalgia, medicine for the soul, sunset tinged with rosy hues, the echoes of memory, tug gently at her watercolor_mood, filigreed smoke plumes from her cigarette, the familiar rumble of the 9 o'clock express train, the rush of wind as it passes below her dangling feet, life is good, interpretative, capturing the essence of bittersweet emotion, depicted as a painting,
    A solitary figure stands at the edge of a crumbling city pier, silhouetted against a turbulent twilight sky. The figure's form is distorted, part human and part ethereal, with wisps of luminescent energy emanating from their skin. Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, gaze out over a vast, churning sea that reflects the chaotic blend of deep purples, fiery oranges, and electric blues above. Fragments of the pier disintegrate beneath their feet, transforming into glowing butterflies that swirl around the figure before dissipating into the wind. In the distance, skyscrapers warp and bend like melting candles, their windows flickering with the last vestiges of a familiar world. Ghostly echoes of faces and memories ripple across the water's surface, just out of reach. The air is thick with a palpable sense of isolation and transformation, as reality itself seems to unravel at the seams. This haunting scene blends the surreal landscapes of Salvador Dali with the emotional intensity of Edvard Munch's "The Scream," while incorporating the luminous qualities found in James Turrell's light installations.
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    In a dimly lit alley shrouded in shadows, a disheveled man hunches over, clutching a grotesquely rotting apple in his trembling hand. Once vibrant and inviting, the fruit has decayed into a sickly brown and green hue, its surface mottled with foul mold, oozing a metallic stench that assaults the senses. Sunken, haunted eyes reflect a deep, haunting desperation as he sinks his teeth into the mushy flesh, juice dribbling down his chin and leaving a glistening trail against his grimy skin. The air is thick with a heavy stillness, broken only by the faint rustling of trash in the wind and the distant wail of sirens cutting through the night. The oppressive darkness wraps around him, mirroring the despair etched across his gaunt face as he savors the putrid taste, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness gnawing at his soul. Each bite echoes a profound loneliness, amplifying the sense of decay that permeates both the fruit and his existence.
    (oil painting:1.5), (artist:Zdzisław Beksinski), (desolate landscape of endless red dunes beneath a bleeding sky:1.8), (a lone traveler draped in a flowing white robe, riding a weary camel through the abyss:1.7), (massive crescent moon looming unnaturally close, its surface cracked and scarred:1.6), (whispers of a forgotten civilization buried beneath the sand, their ruins barely visible:1.7), (gusts of hot wind carrying the echoes of lost voices, swirling like ghostly remnants:1.6), (distant black monoliths jutting from the sands, forming ominous silhouettes against the horizon:1.7), (a sense of crushing isolation, where time dissolves into an endless journey:1.6), (faint imprints in the sand, vanishing the moment they are made:1.5), (the weight of existence pressing upon the traveler, caught between past and oblivion:1.7), (textures of fabric, shifting sands, and ethereal decay forming a surreal composition:1.6).
    A lone runner, muscles taut with determination, sprints across a dreamlike landscape where towering skyscrapers melt like candles under a blazing sun. The cityscape twists and bends impossibly, defying gravity and perspective. The runner's face is a mask of astonishment, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief as they navigate this surreal urban maze. Protest signs and banners flutter in a nonexistent wind, their messages blurring and morphing into abstract shapes that echo the fluid architecture. Vibrant splashes of color punctuate the scene, creating a stark contrast against the warped monochrome buildings. Shadows stretch and dance, casting eerie patterns across the undulating streets. The composition draws the eye in a spiraling motion, mirroring the runner's path through this mind-bending reality. The lighting is dramatic and otherworldly, with impossible reflections and refractions painting the runner in a kaleidoscope of hues.
    ethereal fantasy concept art of Amidst the towering, ancient trees of the eerie forest, a ethereal presence lingered. It was a teen ghost girl, her translucent form shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight. Her age was frozen in time, her delicate features forever youthful, but her eyes held an age-old wisdom beyond her years. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, its ends fraying and ethereal. A torn, diaphanous dress clung to her slender frame, its lacework trailing behind her like the whisper of a forgotten melody. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, its icy transparency revealing the intricate network of veins beneath. As she moved through the trees, the fallen leaves beneath her feet seemed to dance and swirl, carried by an unseen breeze. Her footsteps were soundless, her presence akin to a whisper carried on the wind. The forest seemed to hold its breath as she passed, the shadows themselves seeming to deepen and retreat. Her eyes, deep and haunting, gazed into the distance, lost in a world that was both familiar and forever gone. They spoke of a life lived and lost, of dreams unfulfilled and memories etched into the fabric of time. A sense of melancholy clung to her, a longing for a connection that was now beyond her reach. As the sun began to set, casting long, eerie shadows across the forest floor, the teen ghost girl disappeared into the mist that rose from the ancient trees. Her ethereal form faded into the darkness, leaving behind only a lingering sense of her presence and the haunting echo of her unspoken words. . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    "The Plea of the Echoing Heart" is a poignant, introspective piece that captures the raw emotion of a soul grappling with the emptiness of existence. The artwork features a slender woman with a hauntingly beautiful face, dressed in a flowing gown that seems to be made of the very shadows themselves. She stands on the edge of a cliff, her eyes closed as she lets out a silent scream, her mouth open in a silent plea to the heavens. The background is a tumultuous storm of muted colors, the sky a swirl of blues and purples that mirror the tumultuous feelings within her. Her hair is wild, as if whipped by invisible winds, and the fabric of her gown billows around her, giving the illusion of flight. The cliff's edge is a stark contrast to the softness of her form, a jagged line that seems to cut through the very fabric of the painting. Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick
    "The Plea of the Echoing Heart" is a poignant, introspective piece that captures the raw emotion of a soul grappling with the emptiness of existence. The artwork features a slender woman with a hauntingly beautiful face, dressed in a flowing gown that seems to be made of the very shadows themselves. She stands on the edge of a cliff, her eyes closed as she lets out a silent scream, her mouth open in a silent plea to the heavens. The background is a tumultuous storm of muted colors, the sky a swirl of blues and purples that mirror the tumultuous feelings within her. Her hair is wild, as if whipped by invisible winds, and the fabric of her gown billows around her, giving the illusion of flight. The cliff's edge is a stark contrast to the softness of her form, a jagged line that seems to cut through the very fabric of the painting. Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick
    glamour shot,(dark mood masterpiece Photography by Mario Giacomelli:1.2),high quality, 8K Ultra HD, (Silhouetted against a hellish sky of fire and brimstone:1.4), (death wearing long tattered shredded robes stands upon the tilted deck of a ruined ship:1.7), (tattered robes and bandages whip about Death's skeletal form in the scorching winds:1.5), gazing out impassively across a midnight sea scattered with broken hulls and lost souls, distant screams and unearthly howls echo from the rocky shores, ephemeral shapes flit through the murky waters, searching, ever searching for a shore they will never reach, Death pays no heed to their plight, continuing his endless vigil at the helm, guide and guardian to all who find themselves crossing into his domain, shepherding them unto their cursed voyage through lands unknown, presiding eternally in this malignant corner of the underworld where no living tread, surrounded only by darkness, decay, and the anguished cries of the damned, (fantasy:1.7), (surreal:1.7), catchlights in eyes, dramatic lighting, atmospheric lighting, rembrandt lighting, full depth of field and realistic textures, colorful, 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, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, OverallDetailXL, zPDXLrl, <lora:add_detail:1>, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
    A solitary figure stands at the edge of a crumbling city pier, silhouetted against a turbulent twilight sky. The figure's form is distorted, part human and part ethereal, with wisps of luminescent energy emanating from their skin. Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, gaze out over a vast, churning sea that reflects the chaotic blend of deep purples, fiery oranges, and electric blues above. Fragments of the pier disintegrate beneath their feet, transforming into glowing butterflies that swirl around the figure before dissipating into the wind. In the distance, skyscrapers warp and bend like melting candles, their windows flickering with the last vestiges of a familiar world. Ghostly echoes of faces and memories ripple across the water's surface, just out of reach. The air is thick with a palpable sense of isolation and transformation, as reality itself seems to unravel at the seams. This haunting scene blends the surreal landscapes of Salvador Dali with the emotional intensity of Edvard Munch's "The Scream," while incorporating the luminous qualities found in James Turrell's light installations.
    Amidst the moonlit forest, Morgan stands regally on a moss-covered stone bridge, her midnight blue silk gown embroidered with delicate silver threads of interwoven flowers and vines shimmering under the starlight. Her hair cascades in golden curls adorned with an ivory and pearl diadem as she gazes out over a tranquil starlit river, her twilight eyes holding secrets. Behind her, ancient spirits whisper through the dense canopy, their voices lost to time but still echoing in the wind that rustles through the branches overhead. With arms raised and palms facing outwards, Morgan invites all who gaze upon her to dance beneath the stars, her melancholic smile hinting at a hidden sadness. The camera captures this scene from a low angle, framing Morgan against the backdrop of the forest, her silhouette defined by the arch of the bridge and the glittering stars above, creating an image that is at once captivating, haunting, and impossibly beautiful. <lora:knuuqs18fe0cf88bcp577:1>
    In a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, a lone figure stands amidst the crumbling ruins of a once-thriving city. The sky is cast in an eerie, ochre hue, the sun a dim, sickly orb obscured by a haze of dust and debris. Decaying skyscrapers and collapsed bridges litter the scene, their twisted metal frames reaching up towards the lifeless heavens like the skeletal fingers of a long-dead titan. The figure, a weathered and weary survivor, stands atop a pile of rubble, surveying the devastation that surrounds them. Their face is partially obscured by a tattered scarf, their eyes narrowed against the stinging wind that whips through the abandoned urban sprawl. They clutch a makeshift weapon - perhaps a length of pipe or a rusted crowbar - ready to defend their meager territory against any unseen threats. In the distance, the faint silhouettes of other scavengers can be seen, their movements cautious and furtive, scavenging for scraps amidst the ruins. The air is thick with an oppressive, post-industrial silence, broken only by the occasional groan of shifting debris or the distant echoes of some unseen horror. The composition places the lone figure at the center of the frame, their small, isolated presence dwarfed by the scale of the devastation that surrounds them. It is a stark, bleak, and unforgiving vision of a world brought low by some unimaginable catastrophe, where survival has become the only imperative.
    At the center of this otherworldly tableau stands a woman, her form sculpted entirely from swirling mist. She exudes an air of sorrowful elegance, her delicate, foggy contours juxtaposed against the poignant traces of her ephemeral beauty and the deep melancholic aura that envelops her. Her eyes, formed from deep pools of haunting fog, captivate with a reflection of timeless grief, stark against the backdrop of delicate decay. In her hand, she delicately holds the luminous fog-rose. From this rose, droplets of blood mysteriously emerge, weaving down her pale, misty skin a stark reminder of the pain that beauty can inflict. This bleeding, a symbolic echo of her own hidden wounds, adds a layer of dark mystique to the scene. The blood s vivid red stands in sharp contrast against the soft glow of the rose and the somber, foggy tones of the garden, highlighting the stark interplay of life and loss, beauty and pain. Around her, the wind whispers secrets through the garden, its breath caught in the eternal dance of light and shadow. The backlighting casts her enigmatic silhouette from the fog, imbuing the scene with a sense of surreal drama. This tableau, frozen in time, becomes a poignant narrative of haunting beauty, sorrowful loss, and the delicate balance between darkness and light, all sculpted from the ethereal essence of fog.
    A delicate, glowing feather balanced on the tip of a jagged, ice-covered mountain peak. The sky around it is filled with swirling auroras in unnatural hues, and distant, echoing whispers can be heard when the wind blows, hyper detailed masterpiece, dynamic,awesome quality,DonMX3n0T3chXL, medal , tech, futuristic <lora:DonMX3n0T3chXL-000006:0.8>
    At the center of this otherworldly tableau stands a woman, her form sculpted entirely from swirling mist. She exudes an air of sorrowful elegance, her delicate, foggy contours juxtaposed against the poignant traces of her ephemeral beauty and the deep melancholic aura that envelops her. Her eyes, formed from deep pools of haunting fog, captivate with a reflection of timeless grief, stark against the backdrop of delicate decay. In her hand, she delicately holds the luminous fog-rose. From this rose, droplets of blood mysteriously emerge, weaving down her pale, misty skin a stark reminder of the pain that beauty can inflict. This bleeding, a symbolic echo of her own hidden wounds, adds a layer of dark mystique to the scene. The blood s vivid red stands in sharp contrast against the soft glow of the rose and the somber, foggy tones of the garden, highlighting the stark interplay of life and loss, beauty and pain. Around her, the wind whispers secrets through the garden, its breath caught in the eternal dance of light and shadow. The backlighting casts her enigmatic silhouette from the fog, imbuing the scene with a sense of surreal drama. This tableau, frozen in time, becomes a poignant narrative of haunting beauty, sorrowful loss, and the delicate balance between darkness and light, all sculpted from the ethereal essence of fog.
    Hyperrealistic art, high-quality, photorealistic:1.5, 8k, texture skin, highest detailed, extreme detailed, (intricate details), (hyperdetailed), high detailed, lot of details, high quality, low key cinematic light, atmospheric perspective (focus on), Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, incredibly lifelike, In the eerie twilight of the necropolis, a haunting sight unfolds atop the narrow headstones. A black, ghostly humanoid figure kneels in solemn prayer, its form obscured by a billowing hood that conceals its face from view. Despite its diminutive size, the presence exudes a profound sense of solemnity and reverence, casting a spectral aura over the ancient burial ground. The creature's slender frame hunches gracefully, its hands clasped together in an ethereal gesture of supplication. Wisps of darkness swirl around its form, intertwining with the mist that clings to the aged stones. The atmosphere crackles with a palpable energy, as if the very air is imbued with the whispers of the departed. Around the creature, the necropolis stretches out in all directions, a labyrinth of weathered tombstones and crumbling mausoleums. Shadows dance between the graves, and the distant sound of mournful winds echoes through the night.
    a beautiful high-detail illustration of a gorgeous alien landscape, beautiful vistas, beautiful views, (Echoes of Tranquility:1.2), Bioluminescent river winding through a neon jungle, ( Sapphire and Mint highlights:1.35), (in the style of Jean Giraud, in the style of Moebius:0.8)
    a beautiful high-detail illustration of a gorgeous alien landscape, beautiful vistas, beautiful views, (Xenogenic Echoes:1.2), Bioluminescent river winding through a neon jungle, ( Peach and Lilac highlights:1.35), (in the style of Jean Giraud, in the style of Moebius:0.8)
    glamour shot,(dark mood masterpiece Photography by Mario Giacomelli:1.2),high quality, 8K Ultra HD, (Silhouetted against a hellish sky of fire and brimstone:1.4), (death wearing long tattered shredded robes stands upon the tilted deck of a ruined ship:1.7), (tattered robes and bandages whip about Death's skeletal form in the scorching winds:1.5), gazing out impassively across a midnight sea scattered with broken hulls and lost souls, distant screams and unearthly howls echo from the rocky shores, ephemeral shapes flit through the murky waters, searching, ever searching for a shore they will never reach, Death pays no heed to their plight, continuing his endless vigil at the helm, guide and guardian to all who find themselves crossing into his domain, shepherding them unto their cursed voyage through lands unknown, presiding eternally in this malignant corner of the underworld where no living tread, surrounded only by darkness, decay, and the anguished cries of the damned, (fantasy:1.7), (surreal:1.7), catchlights in eyes, dramatic lighting, atmospheric lighting, rembrandt lighting, full depth of field and realistic textures, colorful, 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, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, OverallDetailXL, zPDXLrl, <lora:add_detail:1>, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
    Hyperrealistic art, high-quality, photorealistic:1.5, 8k, texture skin, highest detailed, extreme detailed, (intricate details), (hyperdetailed), high detailed, lot of details, high quality, low key cinematic light, atmospheric perspective (focus on), Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, incredibly lifelike, In the eerie twilight of the necropolis, a haunting sight unfolds atop the narrow headstones. A black, ghostly humanoid figure kneels in solemn prayer, its form obscured by a billowing hood that conceals its face from view. Despite its diminutive size, the presence exudes a profound sense of solemnity and reverence, casting a spectral aura over the ancient burial ground. The creature's slender frame hunches gracefully, its hands clasped together in an ethereal gesture of supplication. Wisps of darkness swirl around its form, intertwining with the mist that clings to the aged stones. The atmosphere crackles with a palpable energy, as if the very air is imbued with the whispers of the departed. Around the creature, the necropolis stretches out in all directions, a labyrinth of weathered tombstones and crumbling mausoleums. Shadows dance between the graves, and the distant sound of mournful winds echoes through the night.
    Cinematic Hollywood Film, great lighting, hyper-realistic, A raging inferno engulfs a dilapidated amusement park funhouse, flames licking at the peeling paint and twisted metal. Amidst the chaos, Harley Quinn and the Joker are locked in a passionate embrace in the center of the fiery vortex. Harley Quinn: Clad in her signature red and black jester costume, her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and manic glee. Her face is partially obscured by the smoke and flames, but a hint of a smile plays on her lips. The Joker: Leaning into Harley's embrace, his crazed laughter echoes above the roar of the fire. His green hair is windblown and his purple suit is singed at the edges, but his eyes gleam with a chilling intensity. Capture the intensity of the fire  swirling flames licking at their clothes, embers raining down around them, and the distorted heat waves warping the air. A powerful gust of wind whips through the scene, billowing Harley's hair and Joker's coat, adding to the sense of chaos. Include details of the collapsing funhouse around them  shattered mirrors reflecting the flames, twisted metal beams groaning under the heat, and fragments of colorful carnival decorations scattered amongst the debris. The scene should be a thrilling and unsettling mix of passion and destruction. The all-consuming fire threatens to engulf them both, but Harley and Joker seem to embrace the chaos, their love as twisted and unpredictable as the flames surrounding them.
    glamour shot,(dark mood masterpiece Photography by Mario Giacomelli:1.2),high quality, 8K Ultra HD, (Silhouetted against a hellish sky of fire and brimstone:1.4), (death wearing long tattered shredded robes stands upon the tilted deck of a ruined ship:1.7), (tattered robes and bandages whip about Death's skeletal form in the scorching winds:1.5), gazing out impassively across a midnight sea scattered with broken hulls and lost souls, distant screams and unearthly howls echo from the rocky shores, ephemeral shapes flit through the murky waters, searching, ever searching for a shore they will never reach, Death pays no heed to their plight, continuing his endless vigil at the helm, guide and guardian to all who find themselves crossing into his domain, shepherding them unto their cursed voyage through lands unknown, presiding eternally in this malignant corner of the underworld where no living tread, surrounded only by darkness, decay, and the anguished cries of the damned, (fantasy:1.7), (surreal:1.7), catchlights in eyes, dramatic lighting, atmospheric lighting, rembrandt lighting, full depth of field and realistic textures, colorful, 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, imperfections, natural, shallow dof, OverallDetailXL, zPDXLrl, <lora:add_detail:1>, <lora:add-detail-xl:2>
    The Northern Wastelands: A desolate expanse of frozen solitude, the Northern Wastelands are home to hardy barbarian tribes and nomadic clans. Here, frozen lakes shimmer beneath the pale sun, glaciers carve their way through ancient terrain, and snow-capped mountains stand as sentinels against the biting winds. Major cities: None Landmarks: The Frozen Lake: A crystalline expanse where myths of frozen spirits and ancient rituals linger. The Ice Caves: Labyrinths of shimmering blue where echoes of forgotten tales reverberate. The Glacier Mountains: Majestic peaks that guard secrets buried deep within the frozen heart of the North.
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    In a gritty, neon-lit urban landscape at dusk, a powerful and determined woman named FR4NC35 is captured in an intense close-up shot from the driver's side. Her piercing blue eyes are focused intently on the winding road ahead, framed by the darkness of her hoodie that blends seamlessly with the night. A delicate silver necklace glints around her neck as she grips the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity. The contrast between her purple shirt and the blue backdrop creates a striking visual effect, while the background is filled with the blurred lights of towering skyscrapers that echo the city's relentless energy. The emotional tone of the image is one of resilience and determination, as if she is poised to conquer any challenge that lies ahead.
    Ken Kelly style. A warrior clad in spiked black armor rides through a storm. His demonic warhorse snorts, its glowing infernal eyes cutting through the darkness. Lightning flashes, illuminating a ruined kingdom. Torn banners flap violently in the wind. The scent of blood and steel lingers in the air. Behind him, shadowy figures follow, their blades dripping with malice. The warrior’s face remains hidden beneath a horned helm. The storm howls like a beast, echoing the chaos of battle. He rides toward a fate written in blood.
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    diamondMW, countless diamonds, RAW, (photorealistic), SFW, PG, A mythical, hyper-muscular archer riding a majestic Pegasus through a lush pastoral background, inspired by the artistic style of Mervyn Napier Waller. The archer has exaggerated musculature, a heroic posture, and holds a large ornate bow drawn back as if aiming at a distant target. The Pegasus is elegantly detailed, with large, radiant wings spread wide, its mane flowing in the wind. The background features serene rolling hills, tall cypress trees, and a soft golden light reminiscent of early morning. The composition emphasizes bold outlines, rich colors, and classical motifs to echo Waller's iconic style.
    (oil painting:1.5), (artist:Kawanabe Kyosai), (Japanese macabre ink painting:1.8), (haunting battlefield strewn with spectral armor:1.7), (sharp, chaotic ink strokes forming fragmented figures:1.6), (ashen sky marred by streaks of crimson:1.5), (phantom warriors locked in eternal combat:1.7), (tattered war banners fluttering in an unseen wind:1.6), (bold sumi-e ink bleeding into violent textures:1.5), (ghastly shadows creeping along broken spears:1.7), (invisible hands grasping at lost relics of war:1.6), (ancient war songs echoing in ghostly calligraphy:1.7), (chaos and sorrow embedded in every turbulent brushstroke:1.6), (powerful and visceral black-and-white ink composition:1.7).

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