null He's lost in thought

    A photo-realistic shoot from a profile camera angle about a woman in a long-sleeved white dress wading in a serene river surrounded by lush greenery and rocks. the image also shows soft lighting filtering through the trees, creating a dreamy atmosphere. on the middle of the image, a young woman, who appears to be in her early twenties, is standing with her back to the camera, facing away from the viewer. she has long, flowing blonde hair and is wearing a white, flowing dress with long sleeves. the dress has intricate lace-up details on the back, adding to the serene ambiance of the scene. her expression is calm and contemplative, as if she is lost in thought. the woman is standing in shallow water, with her hands clasped together in front of her. the background is filled with lush green trees and rocks, creating an ethereal ambiance. the overall mood is peaceful and tranquil, with a sense of serenity and tranquility.
    Bones, sinking like stones
All that we fought for
Homes, places we've grown
All of us are done for
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
We live in a beautiful world
Bones, sinking like stones
All that we fought for
And homes, places we've grown
All of us are done for (done for)
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
We live in a beautiful world
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
We live in a beautiful world
Oh, all that I know
There's nothing here to run from
'Cause yeah, everybody here's
Got somebody to lean on
So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention, do you?
I know you don't listen to me
'Cause you say you see straight through me
Don't you?
But on and on
From the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
And I wanted to say
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
I'll sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you?
But on and on
From the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care, if you care
Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
And I wanted to say
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
I'll sing it loud and clear
I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
For you, I will always be waiting
And it's you I see
But you don't see me
And it's you, I hear
So loud and so clear
I sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
But you never even see me
I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here"
"Where I cannot see so clear?"
I said, "What do I know?"
"Show me the right way to go"
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
That the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
I awake to see that no one is free
We're all fugitives, look at the way we live down here
I cannot sleep from fear, no
I said, "Which way do I turn?"
Oh, I forget everything I learn
And the spies came out of the water
And you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
That the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
And if we don't hide now
They're gonna catch us where we sleep
Ah, and if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so good 'cause you know
That those spies hide out in every corner
They can't touch you, no
'Cause they're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say
You say, "Oh, sing one we know"
But I promise you this
I'll always look out for you
Yeah, that's what I'll do
I say, "Ohh"
I say, "Ohh"
My heart is yours
It's you that I hold on to
Yeah, that's what I do
And I know, I was wrong
But I won't let you down
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will
I said, "Ohh"
I cry, "Ohh"
Yeah, I saw sparks
Yeah, I saw sparks
And I saw sparks
Yeah, I saw sparks
Sing it out
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called Yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh, what a thing to do
'Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh, what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry
For you, I'd bleed myself dry
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
Oh no, I see
A spider web is tangled up with me
And I lost my head
And thought of all the stupid things I'd said
Oh no, what's this?
A spider web and I'm caught in the middle
So I turned to run
The thought of all the stupid things I've done
And I, I never meant to cause you trouble
And I, I never meant to do you wrong
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm
Oh no, I see
A spider web and it's me in the middle
So I twist and turn
Here am I in my little bubble
Singing out, I never meant to cause you trouble
And I, I never meant to do you wrong
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble
Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
In a haze, a stormy haze
I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always, always
Here I am, and I'll take my time
Here I am, and I'll wait in the line always, always
Can anybody fly this thing
Before my head explodes or my head starts to ring?
We've been living life inside a bubble
We've been living life inside a bubble
Confidence in you
Is confidence in me?
Is confidence in a higher speed?
Can anybody stop this thing
Before my head explodes, before my head starts to ring?
We've been living life inside a bubble
We've been living life inside a bubble
Confidence in you
Is confidence in me?
Is confidence in a higher speed?
In high speed
High speed
High speed, you on
High speed, you on
High speed, you on
High speed
I want to live life and never be cruel
And I want to live life and be good to you
And I want to fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
I want to live life and always be true
And I want to live life and be good to you
And I want to fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
Oh, and I don't have a soul to save
Yes, and I sin every single day
We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I want to live where the sun comes out
When I counted up my demons
Saw there was one for every day
With the good ones on my shoulders
I drove the other ones away
So if you ever feel neglected
And if you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
When you thought that it was over
You could feel it all around
And everybody's out to get you
Don't you let it drag you down
'Cause if you ever feel neglected
And if you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
If you ever feel neglected
If you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
Singing out oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Everything's not lost
So come on, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
And everything's not lost
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
And everything's not lost
Come on, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
And everything's not lost
Sing out, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
And everything's not lost
Come on, yeah
Oh, oh yeah
Sing out, yeah
And everything's not lost
Now I never meant to do you wrong
That's what I came here to say
But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry
I don't let it stand in our way
'Cause my head just aches when I think of
The things that I shouldn't have done
But life is for living, we all know
And I don't want to live it alone
Sing out, ah ah
Sing ah ah ah
And just sing ah ah ah ah ah<lora:wegg:1.0>
    Realistic smiling sexy girl from Slovenia lost in thought
    This captivating image, reminiscent of a cinematic movie still, evokes a powerful ambiance with its teal and orange color grading. Shot on film, the scene depicts a woman standing at the edge of a dark and mysterious sea under the enchanting rain. The dramatic use of color enhances the mood, with the teal tones adding depth and mystery, while the orange hues bring a warm and inviting contrast. The rain creates a sense of movement and emotion, as if the woman is lost in thought, contemplating the vastness of the sea. It's a captivating moment that draws viewers into the narrative, inviting them to imagine the woman's story and the secrets the sea holds.
    k4t3upt0nv1 (smiling:0.9) , (vibrant colors:0.8) (hair flowing in the wind:0.8)
(upper body shot)
on a subway platform, a woman listens to music, lost in thought, the muted colors of the passing train and waiting passengers setting the urban rhythm
<lora:Analog_Diffusion:1.2> (analog style)
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
pureerosface_v1,DonMS4kur4XL
    A futuristic cityscape bathed in cold, metallic tones stretches beyond the mist-covered streets. Rain drizzles softly, forming tiny rivulets that weave through cracked sidewalks, pooling in neglected corners where lush green plants emerge defiantly. A solitary figure, dressed in sleek yet worn clothing, walks beneath a massive bridge, their face obscured by shadow. Above them, distant silhouettes lean against balcony railings, their silent gazes lost in thought. The streetlights flicker, casting long, distorted reflections across the wet ground, blending seamlessly with the scattered neon signs that struggle to pierce through the fog. This scene is rich in contrast, blending the dreamlike ambiance of Makoto Shinkai, the delicate linework of James Jean, and the moody, cinematic edge of Andrei Riabovitchev, creating a poignant, visually poetic composition.
    A vintage gauzy see-though nightgown, adorned with intricate lace, drapes over her form, its translucent fabric subtly reveals her body. The lace catches silver moonlight from a cracked window, creating a delicate dance of light and shadow. The transparent garment emphasizes her fragile, ghostly presence. She is hauntingly, achingly beautiful—even sensual.
Her long, ash-blonde hair cascades in loose, tangled waves, framing a contemplative expression as she sits on the stairs. The muted tones glow faintly in the moonlight, enhancing her ethereal aura. A few stray strands fall over her face as she tilts her head downward, eyes half-closed, lost in thought, lips slightly parted, whispering to the shadows.
Behind her, a shadowy staircase stretches upward, its wooden steps creaking under time’s weight. A dust-laden banister stands chipped and weathered. At the base, a faded velvet armchair sits forgotten, its regal design dulled. Brittle, colorless flowers lie scattered, tangled in cobwebs. Fallen leaves whisper of a broken window above, letting the outside world intrude.
A tall, ornate candelabra flickers weakly on the landing, its melted candles casting wavering shadows on peeling wallpaper. The dim glow contrasts with cold moonlight, wrapping her in a halo of fragile light. The decaying grandeur of the setting accentuates her delicate presence, evoking nostalgia and haunting beauty.
    Mrs. Micki Griffin, Redhead, surreal representation of a woman lost in thought, with a dreamlike quality to her features and surroundings, Inside A Van Gogh Painting
    A candid photo of a gorgeous tall czech nurse,(in seamless white pantyhose:1.1), Standing in the infirmary, (lost in thought:1.3), holding a big needle, (soft lighting through the window:1.1), (muted colors of the interior:1.2), (texture of the pantyhose:1.1), (subtle makeup:1.1), (Fujifilm X-T4, 1/125s, f/4, ISO 800), (natural pose:1.2), (real-life moment:1.3), (black and white conversion:1.1).
    In a dimly lit, rustic Parisian café at twilight, the enigmatic AM83RM is captured in a close-up portrait shot from a low angle. Her striking features are accentuated by the soft, warm glow of a single hanging lamp above her head. She sits with her back against the worn wooden wall, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders like a rich, luxurious waterfall. Her eyes, deep and mysterious, gaze intently into the distance, a hint of a knowing smile playing upon her full, crimson lips. A vintage fedora rests atop her head, slightly askew, while intricate silver jewelry adorns her ears, wrists, and neck, catching the flickering light. Her teeth flash in a momentary, radiant grin before she returns her gaze to the evening air, lost in thought or memory, as if immersed in a secret world of her own creation.
    striking details, ancient scriptures tattoo on face, yellow blue color teal grading, gel light, DOF,  
striking details. low quality, grainy, noise.
Lost in Thought Monochrome: Create a dramatic black-and-white image of a person with messy hair, resting their hand on their chin, and looking lost in thought. A natural sunlight beam illuminates one section of the face, enhancing the skin's glow. The subject is smoking, adding texture and mood. Use a Nikon Z7 II and an 85mm f/1.4 lens for a striking, minimalist composition.
    Realistic smiling sexy girl from Slovenia lost in thought
    epic, cinematic,photo, a group of sci-fi characters, each with their own unique expressions, move in perfect harmony with its futuristic technology. The scene is set against the backdrop of an epic battle between towering swords and massive explosions. In the distance, a small figure homburg hated in armor stands on board, seemingly lost in thought. Sun in the sky, Wide view, baroque art by Annibale Carracci, Julian Schnabel, Otto Marseus van Schrieck
    Elena, a captivating image of a 30-year-old woman with a rectangular face, piercing gray eyes that command attention, a strong and sculpted nose, and lips that convey determination and resilience. Pay attention to the details of her chestnut-brown hair, swept back in a sleek ponytail, emphasizing her confident and assertive demeanor. BREAK. Elena is seated at a rustic wooden table in a cozy cafe nestled in the heart of a bustling city. She's engrossed in a leather-bound journal, her favorite pen poised between her fingers as she scribbles down her thoughts and ideas. The cafe is bathed in soft, golden light streaming in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the eclectic mix of vintage furniture and potted plants. Around her, the murmur of conversation blends harmoniously with the gentle hum of espresso machines, creating a soothing ambiance. As she sips on a steaming cup of herbal tea, Elena's focused expression reflects her deep contemplation and creative spirit, lost in the tranquility of her surroundings amidst the vibrant energy of the city. BREAK. Detailed skin, extreme realistic skin detail, detailed face, (skin imperfections:0.3), (film grain:0.5), dynamic lighting, intricate, (skin pores:0.2), Canon, 35Mm, F/1.2, RAW photo, bokeh, ultra detailed, real life, Perfect Hands. BREAK.
    Avant-garde picture showing a young italian woman, striking a victorious pose in a futuristic brutalist interior setting with virtual lighting outlining her features at an angle from the top.  The full body shot's composition centers on the woman, showcasing the dress she's wearing. The outfit is mostly black with shades of crimson for highlights.  Dark goth makeup adorns her face, contrasting strongly against her pale skin.  She has platinum blonde, low, puffy twintails style hair. Her expression appears kind and lost in thought, looking downwards, emphasizing the melancholic mood of the image.  She is wearing a strapless brocade shirtdress. Her outfit is completed by a pair of peep-toe ankle boots, made from black leather showing off her black painted toenails, accenting her long slim legs.  The scene is set within an ominous brutalist temple deep underground illuminated by hovering neon light sources in a low-poly design hinting at the futuristic theme, with winding columns made of rebar, creating an authentic ambience.   <lora:dmd2_sdxl_4step_lora>
    vintage analog photography of young woman in an oversized trench coat sitting on an armchair, sitting with legs pulled in, seductive expression with alluring gaze, lost in thought, dark interior, perfectly casting shadow style, smokey office, long blonde hair, high ponytail hairstyle, pale, makeup, red lipstick, (smile:0.65), 50s retro interior, atmospheric, noir <lora:xl_cucoloris_style v3> <lora:xl_spo_sdxl_10ep_4k-data_lora_webui>
    novuschroma85 style, 
A lone samurai stands resolutely on a rocky cliff, his silhouette outlined against the setting sun. The wind tugs at his flowing robe and the long blade of his katana glints faintly in the fading light. Below, the vast landscape stretches out with jagged cliffs and distant mountains. The samurai's posture is strong and unwavering, embodying solitude and honor as he gazes out over the horizon, lost in thought.
The artwork is rendered in a cinematic digital painting style, with dynamic brushstrokes that capture the movement of the wind and the rugged texture of the rocky terrain. The use of warm tones and soft gradients adds to the sense of tranquility and introspection.
The lighting is dramatic and golden, with the low sun casting long shadows and illuminating the scene in a soft, warm glow, enhancing the contrast between the samurai and his surroundings
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
pureerosface_v1,DonMS4kur4XL
    long shot scenic professional photograph,a gorgeous slim and busty russian girl,(long legs in stonewasheds tight jeans:1.1), seated on a train, (contrasting against the snow backdrop:1.2), (lost in thought:1.3), holding an iphone, (sunlight through the window:1.1), (muted colors of the interior:1.2), (texture of the jeans:1.1), (Fujifilm X-T4, 1/125s, f/4, ISO 800), (natural pose:1.2), (real-life moment:1.3), (black and white conversion:1.1).
    Realistic smiling sexy girl from Slovenia lost in thought
    Realistic smiling sexy girl from Slovenia lost in thought
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
Give joys and sorrows
I give them too if I don't feel good about myself
Poison of love
pureerosface_v1,DonMn1ghtm4reXL
    Experimental picture depicting a young swiss woman, in a brutalist interior with virtual lighting.  The profile shot's focal point is the woman's face, giving only a glimpse of her black top's straps.  Her teasing light green eyes are pronounced by edgy mascara emphasized by long false lashes characteristic for the goth style, combined with black lipstick on her round lips.  She wears her black hair in a low, twintails style, with long feathered bangs. Her expression is affectionate and lost in thought, her head slightly tilted down, staring to the left, adding to the melancholic tone of the image.  The scene is set within an otherworldly brutalist temple deep underground with hovering holographic light sources in a wireframe design hinting at the scifi setting.
    Incredibly Detailed Accurate Portrait Of a ebony woman lost in thought, surrounded by the quiet isolation of a modern city. Painted in a style reminiscent of American Realism, with a focus on capturing the human experience in everyday urban environments, Painting, Portrait of a woman in the style of Edward Hopper, perfect eyes, 1970's era
    portrait of a stunning Nordic woman, braided blond hair, athletic body, draped in furs against the chill of the Viking era night, her features highlighted by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the trees. Her expression is one of quiet contemplation, as she gazes into the distance, lost in thought. Shot in a close-up framing, the dark night sky serving as a dramatic backdrop. Under cinematic lighting with a subtle ethereal effect, enhancing the mystical quality of the scene, shot from a low angle using a RED digital cinema camera, in the style of Peter Lindbergh.
    In this captivating realistic shot, an anthropomorphic polar bear dressed in a richly textured, jewel-toned shawl sits contemplatively on a desolate, icy landscape under a star-filled night sky. The polar bear, exuding wisdom and a touch of loneliness, appears to be lost in thought amidst the frigid, rocky terrain. The vibrant, predominantly cool-toned palette of blues and purples creates an atmospheric scene, with a bright, starry sky providing a contrasting backdrop. The bear's intricately detailed fur and the shimmering, jewel-like embellishments on the shawl catch the eye, while the soft, diffused lighting adds depth and dimension to the scene
    A candid photo of a gorgeous tall russian model,(in seamless pantyhose:1.1), seated on a train, (contrasting against the industrial backdrop:1.2), (lost in thought:1.3), holding a book, (soft lighting through the window:1.1), (muted colors of the interior:1.2), (texture of the pantyhose:1.1), (subtle makeup:1.1), (Fujifilm X-T4, 1/125s, f/4, ISO 800), (natural pose:1.2), (real-life moment:1.3), (black and white conversion:1.1).
    vintage photo of a gorgeous punk woman in 1977 sitting on the subway, her slim body adorned with an intricate tapestry of tattoos that speak of rebellion and individuality. The important feature is her captivating gaze, which reflects a mix of defiance and vulnerability. More details include safety pins as part of her punk accessories and a mix of punk band patches on her jacket. The pose captures her sitting with one leg crossed over the other, lost in thought. The shot framing is medium, focusing on her piercing eyes and tattooed arms. The setting is a gritty subway car with graffiti-covered walls and worn-out seats. Under dim, moody lighting with a vintage sepia effect, the photo exudes a sense of underground coolness. Shot from a slightly elevated angle with a vintage Rolleiflex camera, in the style of Annie Leibovitz
    A candid photo of a gorgeous tall russian model,(in seamless pantyhose:1.1), seated on a train, one knee up, legs spread, crotch exposed, (contrasting against the industrial backdrop:1.2), (lost in thought:1.3), holding a book, (soft lighting through the window:1.1), (muted colors of the interior:1.2), (texture of the pantyhose:1.1), (subtle makeup:1.1), (Fujifilm X-T4, 1/125s, f/4, ISO 800), (natural pose:1.2), (real-life moment:1.3), (black and white conversion:1.1).
    A candid photo of a gorgeous tall russian model,(in seamless pantyhose:1.1), seated on a train, one knee up, legs spread, crotch exposed, (contrasting against the industrial backdrop:1.2), (lost in thought:1.3), holding a book, (soft lighting through the window:1.1), (muted colors of the interior:1.2), (texture of the pantyhose:1.1), (subtle makeup:1.1), (Fujifilm X-T4, 1/125s, f/4, ISO 800), (natural pose:1.2), (real-life moment:1.3), (black and white conversion:1.1).
    abstract portrait of a beautiful Russian woman, a masterpiece in surrealist exploration, capturing the essence of her inner world through a kaleidoscope of fragmented reflections. The subject's porcelain skin is adorned with intricate patterns, reminiscent of Russian folklore motifs, adding depth to her character. Her eyes, pools of depth and emotion, reflect the turmoil of her soul, hinting at stories untold. The pose is introspective, with the woman lost in thought, her hands delicately intertwined as if caught in a moment of contemplation. The shot is framed to include elements of distortion and surrealism, blurring the line between reality and imagination. The background is a surreal tableau, merging elements of nature with abstract forms, creating a dreamscape that defies logic and reason. Under soft diffused lighting, casting a gentle glow that highlights the woman's features, the portrait exudes an ethereal quality. Shot from a bird's eye view angle, the camera, a Fujifilm GFX 100S, captures the scene with cinematic grandeur, while paying homage to the visionary style of photographer Tim Walker
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
Give joys and sorrows
I give them too if I don't feel good about myself
Poison of love
pureerosface_v1,DonMn1ghtm4reXL
    kiev80 A 25-year-old woman, radiating effortless natural beauty—she has never tried to be perfect, and that is precisely what makes her so captivating. Her gaze is deep, full of unspoken stories, as if she holds secrets only the right eyes could ever read. The light gently kisses her skin, sculpting her cheekbones with soft drama, while shadows embrace her contours like a masterpiece carved from marble.
Her lips are slightly parted, not posed, but caught in a fleeting moment—perhaps she is about to speak, or lost in a thought only she understands. Her hair falls in natural waves, a few strands escaping to catch the light, creating an ethereal glow. The background fades into a soft blur, ensuring that nothing distracts from the quiet intensity of her presence.
This is not just a portrait of beauty, but of character—a woman who is not merely seen, but felt. Her aura goes beyond perfection; she is not flawless, but real. And that, more than anything, makes her unforgettable. A portrait that lingers. A gaze that never lets go.
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
Give joys and sorrows
I give them too if I don't feel good about myself
Poison of love
pureerosface_v1,DonMn1ghtm4reXL
    Taylor Alesia, with her raven-black tresses entangled in the misty forest, elegantly posed in a bewitching, floor-length gown made of shimmering iridescent silk, stood gracefully amidst the ethereal landscape as her train flowed around her feet, creating a mystical atmosphere; her lone arm outstretched to the side, holding onto an ancient tree branch, she gazed into the unknown, lost in thought. <lora:wwulop18f4b3337dcw63a:1>
    A vintage gauzy see-though nightgown, adorned with intricate lace, drapes over her form, its translucent fabric subtly reveals her body. The lace catches silver moonlight from a cracked window, creating a delicate dance of light and shadow. The transparent garment emphasizes her fragile, ghostly presence. She is hauntingly, achingly beautiful—even sensual.
Her long, ash-blonde hair cascades in loose, tangled waves, framing a contemplative expression as she sits on the stairs. The muted tones glow faintly in the moonlight, enhancing her ethereal aura. A few stray strands fall over her face as she tilts her head downward, eyes half-closed, lost in thought, lips slightly parted, whispering to the shadows.
Behind her, a shadowy staircase stretches upward, its wooden steps creaking under time’s weight. A dust-laden banister stands chipped and weathered. At the base, a faded velvet armchair sits forgotten, its regal design dulled. Brittle, colorless flowers lie scattered, tangled in cobwebs. Fallen leaves whisper of a broken window above, letting the outside world intrude.
A tall, ornate candelabra flickers weakly on the landing, its melted candles casting wavering shadows on peeling wallpaper. The dim glow contrasts with cold moonlight, wrapping her in a halo of fragile light. The decaying grandeur of the setting accentuates her delicate presence, evoking nostalgia and haunting beauty.
    A futuristic cityscape bathed in cold, metallic tones stretches beyond the mist-covered streets. Rain drizzles softly, forming tiny rivulets that weave through cracked sidewalks, pooling in neglected corners where lush green plants emerge defiantly. A solitary figure, dressed in sleek yet worn clothing, walks beneath a massive bridge, their face obscured by shadow. Above them, distant silhouettes lean against balcony railings, their silent gazes lost in thought. The streetlights flicker, casting long, distorted reflections across the wet ground, blending seamlessly with the scattered neon signs that struggle to pierce through the fog. This scene is rich in contrast, blending the dreamlike ambiance of Makoto Shinkai, the delicate linework of James Jean, and the moody, cinematic edge of Andrei Riabovitchev, creating a poignant, visually poetic composition.
    <lora:Kate Upton:0.4> ohwx woman, beautiful European woman, 26 year old woman, long (light blonde hair:1.5), full hair, (huge breasts, huge tits, huge boobs, cleavage:2), (detailed skin texture:2)
(sharp image, best quality, UHQ, high resolution, 4k),
(vivid, vibrant colors), (upper body shot:2), looking at the viewer, looking at the camera, professional cinematic lighting, (front lighting:2)
In the narrow, winding streets of Emporio, a woman sits on a stone staircase, lost in thought.
    andycipher behind a drafting table, sitting in an office chair, drawing architectural design, (papers, pencils, pens), wearing a polo shirt, lost in thought <lora:AndyCipherLoRA:1>
    CGI Art, Hand drawn, A sophisticated and alluring redhead woman, dressed in a fitted, curve-hugging 1940s purple evening gown, lost in thought, with a hint of sass and seduction, set against a backdrop of a luxurious, smoke-filled jazz club, reminiscent of the iconic styles of Alberto Vargas, imbued with the dramatic lighting and rich textures of Ash Thorp, and the sultry, atmospheric quality of Jillian Tamaki's illustrations.
    photo of a sad lonely cat at home, featuring a siamese cat perched on a windowsill, gazing wistfully out at the rainy landscape beyond. The important feature of the image is the cat's forlorn expression, framed by streaks of raindrops on the window pane. More details include the cat's sleek fur and the blurred outlines of city buildings in the background, adding to the sense of urban isolation. The pose of the cat is stoic yet contemplative, as if lost in thought. Shot framing is wide, capturing both the cat and the rainy cityscape to evoke a sense of longing and solitude. The setting/background is a dimly lit room with muted colors, contrasting with the vibrant hues of the outside world. Under soft, natural lighting with a hint of gray, the effect enhances the mood of melancholy and introspection. Shot from a high angle using a Canon EOS 5D Mark IV, the camera captures the cat's perspective as it gazes out into the rainy day. In the style of fine art photographer Gregory Crewdson, the image explores themes of loneliness and alienation in the modern urban environment
    Under a towering steel bridge, the night hums with the distant murmur of a city that never sleeps. The pavement, slick with rain, reflects a tapestry of soft blues, purples, and golden streetlight glows. Overgrown vines and moss snake through the cracks, adding an organic contrast to the cold industrial surroundings. A figure stands motionless, lost in thought, their gaze tracing the silhouettes of strangers leaning over balconies, silent observers of the endless night. The mist weaves through the architecture like ghostly tendrils, softening the harsh metallic structures. Inspired by the ethereal beauty of Sakimichan, the moody atmosphere of Krenz Cushart, and the refined elegance of Stanley Artgerm Lau, this composition radiates a haunting yet mesmerizing melancholy.
    This is a battlefield in turmoil, with the ruins of a city burned to the ground and smoke filling the air. The sky is lit up by the flames of war. In the center of the scene stands a fully armored giant, towering over everything else. He holds a massive hammer and seems to be waiting for something. In front of him stands a lonely blonde girl, with her back turned towards us as she appears to be lost in thought. She wears a simple brown robe and holds a long sword, which she points towards the giant,The composition of the scene is highly dramatic, with the girl and the giant placed in the center of the image to emphasize their confrontation. The ruins and smoke around them, as well as the distant flames and sounds of battle, create a tense atmosphere. The giant's massive form and hammer, as well as the girl's sword, are highly detailed and realistic,The scene is styled after fantasy and war themes similar to those of Fabian Perez, Henry Asencio, Jeremy Mann, and Marc Simonetti, emphasizing the harshness and loneliness of the battlefield. Some surrealistic elements are incorporated as well, such as the slightly distorted proportions of the giant's form, which enhance the dramatic and tense atmosphere of the piece,(highly detailed environment:1.3)
    A vintage gauzy see-though nightgown, drapes over her form, its translucent fabric subtly reveals her body and breasts. The fabric catches silver moonlight from a cracked window, creating a delicate dance of light and shadow. The transparent garment emphasizes her fragile, ghostly presence. She is hauntingly, achingly beautiful—even sensual.
Her long, ash-blonde hair cascades in loose, tangled waves, framing a contemplative expression as she sits on the stairs. The muted tones glow faintly in the moonlight, enhancing her ethereal aura. A few stray strands fall over her face as she tilts her head downward, eyes half-closed, lost in thought, lips slightly parted, whispering to the shadows.
Behind her, a shadowy staircase stretches upward, its wooden steps creaking under time’s weight. A dust-laden banister stands chipped and weathered. At the base, a faded velvet armchair sits forgotten, its regal design dulled. Brittle, colorless flowers lie scattered, tangled in cobwebs. Fallen leaves whisper of a broken window above, letting the outside world intrude.
A tall, ornate candelabra flickers weakly on the landing, its melted candles casting wavering shadows on peeling wallpaper. The dim glow contrasts with cold moonlight, wrapping her in a halo of fragile light. The decaying grandeur of the setting accentuates her delicate presence, evoking nostalgia and haunting beauty.
    novuschroma85 style, 
A lone samurai stands resolutely on a rocky cliff, his silhouette outlined against the setting sun. The wind tugs at his flowing robe and the long blade of his katana glints faintly in the fading light. Below, the vast landscape stretches out with jagged cliffs and distant mountains. The samurai's posture is strong and unwavering, embodying solitude and honor as he gazes out over the horizon, lost in thought.
The artwork is rendered in a cinematic digital painting style, with dynamic brushstrokes that capture the movement of the wind and the rugged texture of the rocky terrain. The use of warm tones and soft gradients adds to the sense of tranquility and introspection.
The lighting is dramatic and golden, with the low sun casting long shadows and illuminating the scene in a soft, warm glow, enhancing the contrast between the samurai and his surroundings

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