null She dances joyfully

    Hyper-realistic 1920s [Human: Cyborg :0.5] flapper, dancing, vibrant colors, detailed mechanical parts, joyful expression, high quality, hyper-realism, vintage, mechanical, detailed dress, professional lighting, futuristic, retro-futurism, intricate dance moves, ultra-detailed, vibrant, joyous atmosphere
    A playful granny dressed in a shimmering, multicolored satin gown, wearing high heels and a princess crown, with white curly hair and glasses. She pole dances with enthusiasm, hanging upside down in a twisted pose, her legs lifted high, while her concerned cat watches from below. The granny beams with excitement and joy. The scene is lit with disco lights, spotlights, and floating soap bubbles, all in a textured, painterly fantasy style resembling a whimsical cartoon done in charcoal.
    cinematic photo (((Santa Claus))) dancing in the street, Moscow, smile, looks at camera, discoteque, freedom, punk, joy, shot on Hasselblad camera,
Artists
Christian Lacroiх,
Walter Van Beirendonck,
Jean Paul Gaultier,
Vivienne Westwood,
Flavors
Decopunk (51.53%),
Rococopunk (19.31%),
Steelpunk (9.42%),
mannerpunk (3.58%),
Steampunk (1.44%),
Movements
maximalism (1.42%),
toyism (3.27%),
neoism (1.82%),
harlem renaissance (82.38%),
kitsch movement (0.91%),
Tags
living-clothes (6.77%),
feminization (8.79%),
exposed-clothing (37.46%), 
crossdressing (6.06%),
western-imageset (4.84%),, award winning photo, high quality photography, 4k, hd, sharp focus, high resolution, wide dynamic range, natural skin texture,detailed skin,pores,extreme skin details, perfect hands, perfect arms, perfect fingers, neat fingers, ziprealism . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed
    (OverallDetailXL, fhanddetailxl, hairdetailpxl, skindetailpxl, ), (crisp sharp focus:1.5), ltctr contour light, color + light contour, (full body image:2), backlighting, (warm ambient light:1.2), backlit,  sharp Focus, volumetric lighting, aesthetically pleasing, masterpiece beautiful shot, high resolution, sharp focus, soft lighting, vibrant colors.
Solitary (Hindu 40yo milf beautiful curvy soft)), Detailed Colorful Fashion, ((Detailed Colorful Fashion open, ((looking at viewer))):1.5), (Detailed Colorful Fashionl saree), in motion,  plump detailed shiny dark lips, fat jiggly belly, silky luscious obsidian hair, extravagant gold body jewellery, glistening oiled skin, (dancing:2), glitter and sparkles motion trail,((bare)) perfect feet, gold fingernails and toenails, chubby, full hips, skindentation, hands way from body, Hindu dance hand positions, (natural sagging) veiny beasts, gold anklets with bells, (very dark skin), sensuous, chubby, fat folds, ((seductive)), ((Voluptuous)), cute full face, laughing, joyful, white teeth, radiant skin, dimples.
Outside in the blazing sun, sunset sky, garlands,incense smoke, ((on stage in front of a live audience, silhouette audience, indisctinct audience):1.2), shafts of sunlight, magical, ethereal, seductive, romantic, sexy, (flower ornaments), intricate, elegant.
    A captivating surreal work of art presenting a mesmerizing fusion of human and nature. A male and female tree are intertwined in a delicate embrace, with the robust strength of the male tree contrasting with the delicate grace of the female tree. Their faces, growing from the twisted branches, display serene expressions with joyful smiles, while their roots and branches intertwine in a dance of life and love. The trees are adorned with lush green leaves and delicate pale pink flowers, adding an ethereal touch to the scene. The vast open landscape and clear blue sky in the background create a striking contrast, inviting viewers to reflect on the boundaries between the human and natural worlds. This thought-provoking work of art encourages introspection and a deeper understanding of the connection between humanity and nature, leading viewers to reevaluate their perception of reality.
    (indistinguishable from reality:1.4), 1girl, A beautiful 22 y.o Québécoise, 1986, polaroid, grainy, (detailed facial features), (freckles:0.2), (acne:0.1), New Wave concert, crowded nightclub, dance floor, alcohol, fun, party, happiness, joy, Montreal
    street photoshoot, urban, candid, gritty, high contrast in the center of a sunlit room, a delicate glass sculpture stands on a slender pedestal, its facets glinting with an ethereal light. the piece, titled "luminous bloom," is a masterpiece of modern craftsmanship, featuring intricate etchings that resemble the patterns found in nature. the main body of the sculpture is shaped like a lotus flower, its petals curled and uncurled in a mesmerizing dance. each petal is adorned with tiny, swirling shapes that refract light into a kaleidoscope of colors. the pedestal itself is crafted from a rich, dark wood, its surface smooth to the touch. a delicate filigree pattern wraps around the base of the sculpture, adding an extra layer of visual interest. as the light catches the piece, it seems to come alive, as if the very essence of the sun has been distilled into this beautiful work of art. the entire sculpture measures about two feet in height and width, making it a stunning centerpiece for any room. its delicate beauty is sure to inspire a sense of serenity and contemplation, inviting those who gaze upon it to pause and appreciate the simple joys of life.
    cinematic photo (((Santa Claus))) dancing in the street, Moscow, smile, looks at camera, discoteque, freedom, punk, joy, shot on Hasselblad camera,
Artists
Christian Lacroiх,
Walter Van Beirendonck,
Jean Paul Gaultier,
Vivienne Westwood,
Flavors
Decopunk (51.53%),
Rococopunk (19.31%),
Steelpunk (9.42%),
mannerpunk (3.58%),
Steampunk (1.44%),
Movements
maximalism (1.42%),
toyism (3.27%),
neoism (1.82%),
harlem renaissance (82.38%),
kitsch movement (0.91%),
Tags
living-clothes (6.77%),
feminization (8.79%),
exposed-clothing (37.46%), 
crossdressing (6.06%),
western-imageset (4.84%),, award winning photo, high quality photography, 4k, hd, sharp focus, high resolution, wide dynamic range, natural skin texture,detailed skin,pores,extreme skin details, perfect hands, perfect arms, perfect fingers, neat fingers, ziprealism . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed
    <lora:07RomanticismArt_Hap_XL:3.1>, romanticism oil painting,   dance, crowd, outdoor, social gathering, evening, lights, festive, romanticism oil painting, people, couples, movement, lively, colorful, celebration, French, 19th century, artistic, party, joyful, classic art,
    A playful granny dressed in a shimmering, multicolored satin gown, wearing high heels and a princess crown, with white curly hair and glasses. She pole dances with enthusiasm, hanging upside down in a twisted pose, her legs lifted high, while her concerned cat watches from below. The granny beams with excitement and joy. The scene is lit with disco lights, spotlights, and floating soap bubbles, all in a textured, painterly fantasy style resembling a whimsical cartoon done in charcoal.
    Score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6, ultra detailed,o=vintage erotic photograph, one beautiful girl, raven, enormous breasts, nipples, shiny skin, midriff, belt, rave, dancing, neon lights, hands above head, fishnet crop top, happy joyful, parting, goth girl, glowing, neon, photo taken in 1997, photo taken on Kodak 35mm film , taken on 35mm film.  Kodak film stock. retrobigguns.
    (indistinguishable from reality:1.4), 1girl, A beautiful 20 y.o [Québécoise | Hapa:0.5 | Colombian | Hungarian | Argentinian | Ukrainian | Mexican | Russian | Cuban | Latvian], THICC PAWG, 1986, polaroid, grainy, (detailed facial features), (freckles:0.2), (acne:0.1), ultra detailed texture urban hip hop clothes, cap, Beastie Boys concert, crowded nightclub, dance floor, alcohol, fun, party, happiness, joy, Montreal
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    Score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6, ultra detailed,o=vintage erotic photograph, one beautiful girl, raven, enormous breasts, nipples, shiny skin, midriff, belt, rave, dancing, neon lights, hands above head, fishnet crop top, happy joyful, parting, goth girl, glowing, neon, photo taken in 1997, photo taken on Kodak 35mm film , taken on 35mm film.  Kodak film stock. retrobigguns.
    <lora:07RomanticismArt_Hap_XL:3.1>, romanticism oil painting,   dance, crowd, outdoor, social gathering, evening, lights, festive, romanticism oil painting, people, couples, movement, lively, colorful, celebration, French, 19th century, artistic, party, joyful, classic art,
    realistic photo, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, score_5_up, score_4_up, 1girl, cute, (detailed facial features), New Wave concert, crowded nightclub, dance floor, alcohol, happiness, joy, fun, cheerful, Montreal, extremely detailed, detailed background
    <lora:barpalvin_xl_5_standard:0.9> neutral expression, (comfortable, confident expression:1.2), eye contact, wet glossy lips, beautiful European woman, 25 year old woman, (long hair:1.3), (realistic matte skin, skin texture visible:1.5), (upper body shot:1.5)
(sharp image, best quality, UHQ, high resolution, 4k), saturated vivid vibrant colors
Swirling in the midst of an explosion of Holi colors on a sunlit street, a woman in white dances joyously, her face painted in a myriad of hues, each speck capturing a fragment of her joy, Lace bodysuit paired with high-waisted jeans
    In the heart of the cities, under the moon's soft glow,
World Pillow Fight 2 unfolds, a spectacle to show.
In nighties of silk and satin, each side takes their stand,
With pillows combat ready , they march across the land.
The nighties of one, a shimmering hue of blue,
With feathers soft, their pillows flew.
Downy and plush, they strike with great fluffy might,
In the World Pillow Fight, under the starry light.
The other side dons nighties of crimson red,
Their pillows adorned with feathers, spread.
Firm and sturdy, they swing with force,
In the battle of pillows, no remorse.
Feathers fill the air, as the nighties clash,
In the World Pillow Fight, a frenzied bash.
Soft laughter echoes, as pillows collide,
In this whimsical battle, hearts open wide.
The moon watches on, as the nighties dance,
In the World Pillow Fight, a joyful trance.
For in this moment, in this dream so bright,
The world comes together, in pure delight.
BREAK
,((uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, 12-24mm f/4 at 12mm, slow shutter speed to capture motion blur, fear evoking angles, cinematic horror lighting, frightening shadows, perfect composition, award winning featured photograph, full-length photograph))
ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    In the heart of the cities, under the moon's soft glow,
World Pillow Fight 2 unfolds, a spectacle to show.
In nighties of silk and satin, each side takes their stand,
With pillows combat ready , they march across the land.
The nighties of one, a shimmering hue of blue,
With feathers soft, their pillows flew.
Downy and plush, they strike with great fluffy might,
In the World Pillow Fight, under the starry light.
The other side dons nighties of crimson red,
Their pillows adorned with feathers, spread.
Firm and sturdy, they swing with force,
In the battle of pillows, no remorse.
Feathers fill the air, as the nighties clash,
In the World Pillow Fight, a frenzied bash.
Soft laughter echoes, as pillows collide,
In this whimsical battle, hearts open wide.
The moon watches on, as the nighties dance,
In the World Pillow Fight, a joyful trance.
For in this moment, in this dream so bright,
The world comes together, in pure delight.
BREAK
,((uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, 12-24mm f/4 at 12mm, slow shutter speed to capture motion blur, fear evoking angles, cinematic horror lighting, frightening shadows, perfect composition, award winning featured photograph, full-length photograph))
ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    vintage photo of an adorable scottish woman in the 60s, age 21, with her fiery red hair styled in playful pigtails, framing her face adorned with an array of freckles that dance across her cheeks like constellations in the night sky. her chubby body exudes a radiant happiness as she sits on a weathered wooden bench, surrounded by a casual background of a bustling city street. clad in a retro dress, she gazes off into the distance with a dreamy smile, lost in her own joyful reverie. the shot frames her in a candid full-body composition, capturing the carefree spirit of youth in motion. bathed in the warm glow of street lamps, the photograph is imbued with a sense of nostalgia and romance, heightened by the presence of subtle film grain, adding a vintage aesthetic to the image. shot from a low angle, the scene exudes a sense of whimsy and wonder, inviting the viewer to step into the enchanting world of this spirited redhead. taken with a classic Leica M3 camera, the photograph channels the iconic style of street photographer saul leiter, known for his poetic captures of everyday life, celebrating the beauty of fleeting moments and urban landscapes
    analogue photography of a stunning irish woman in the 1950s, her vibrant red lipstick and perfectly coiffed curls channeling the timeless elegance of vintage glamour. Adorned in a flirty vintage red dress, she radiates joy and vitality as she kicks up her heels in a spirited dance. With a mischievous grin and a twinkle in her eye, she captivates all who behold her with her infectious energy. Upper body framing captures her exuberant movements and vivacious spirit. The setting is a bustling ballroom filled with laughter and music, under dazzling overhead lights with a hint of lens flare, shot from eye level in a Polaroid Land Camera Model 95 with 50mm lens, in the style of Richard Avedon.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    professional photo of  tv_Emily_Alyn_Lind_A, ,  , joyful expression, wearing an elegant party-dress, red lips, dramatic makeup, dancing in a crowded nightclub, god rays, spotlight, "in-the-middle-of-a-dancing-crowd", ((full body shot)),, 8k resolution, highres, high detail, sharp focus, detailed skin,  8k uhd, bokeh, analog photography
    (indistinguishable from reality:1.4), 1girl, A beautiful 25 y.o Québécoise, 1993, polaroid, grainy, (detailed facial features), (freckles:0.2), (acne:0.1), crowded rave, dance floor, fun, party, happiness, joy, Montreal
    Breathtaking, masterpiece, highest quality, anime style  A comical scene featuring a black metal snake wearing oversized sunglasses and a flashy bandana, lounging on a sun-soaked beach like a rock star on vacation. The snake is playfully draped over a colorful beach chair, sipping a fruity drink with a tiny umbrella, while a boombox blares heavy metal tunes nearby. The backdrop is a vibrant sunset, with exaggerated hues of neon pink, electric blue, and glowing orange, as if the sky itself is headbanging. Surrounding the snake are goofy beachgoers, including a crab wearing a tiny Hawaiian shirt and seagulls trying to join the fun with their own ridiculous dance moves. The scene is a hilarious mix of beach vibes and heavy metal flair, inviting laughter and joy in this whimsical coastal paradise.​​​
    In the heart of the cities, under the moon's soft glow,
World Pillow Fight 2 unfolds, a spectacle to show.
In nighties of silk and satin, each side takes their stand,
With pillows combat ready , they march across the land.
The nighties of one, a shimmering hue of blue,
With feathers soft, their pillows flew.
Downy and plush, they strike with great fluffy might,
In the World Pillow Fight, under the starry light.
The other side dons nighties of crimson red,
Their pillows adorned with feathers, spread.
Firm and sturdy, they swing with force,
In the battle of pillows, no remorse.
Feathers fill the air, as the nighties clash,
In the World Pillow Fight, a frenzied bash.
Soft laughter echoes, as pillows collide,
In this whimsical battle, hearts open wide.
The moon watches on, as the nighties dance,
In the World Pillow Fight, a joyful trance.
For in this moment, in this dream so bright,
The world comes together, in pure delight.
BREAK
,((photorealistic, photograph, uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, slow shutter speed to capture motion blur, fear evoking angles, cinematic horror lighting, frightening shadows, perfect composition, award winning featured photograph, full-length photograph))
ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    <lora:07RomanticismArt_Hap_XL:3.2>, John William Waterhouse style, dance, crowd, outdoor, social gathering, evening, lights, festive, impressionism, people, couples, movement, lively, colorful, celebration, French, 19th century, artistic, party, joyful, classic art,
    warm light style, DonMn1ghtm4reXL, stephen gammell (artist), chiaroscuro, low-key,  great lighting, corcoc3s, c3s,(Folk rural horror:1.5), (isolated island community:1.3), (massive wicker man structure:1.5), (twilight scene on coastal cliff:1.2), (jubilant villagers dancing:1.4), (pagan ritual atmosphere:1.3), (protagonist peeking out from wicker man's gaps:1.4), (flickering torches illuminating scene:1.2), (ominous bonfire preparations:1.3), (traditional folk costumes with unsettling masks:1.4), (contrast between festive mood and impending doom:1.5), (Celtic-inspired designs on wicker man:1.2), (stormy sea in background:1.1), oil painting technique, hyper-detailed, 8k resolution, (Edward Burra meets Thomas Hart Benton style:1.4), unsettling warm light from flames, (sense of inescapable fate:1.3), (blurred line between celebration and cruelty:1.4), photorealistic textures, (oppressive inevitability:1.3), (implicit threat in joyful faces:1.4), (foreboding atmosphere despite festivities:1.5), (implied danger rather than explicit content:1.4)
    <lora:Kate Upton:0.2> ohwx woman, sexy, (closed mouth:1.3), (slight smile:0.6), long blonde hair, (hair flowing in the wind:0.9), big breasts, detailed skin texture
(vibrant vivid colors), sharp image, best quality, UHQ
(wide shot, full body shot:1.3) (zoomed out)
Madara Rider, Bulgaria: Wearing a traditional Bulgarian costume with intricate embroidery, she dances joyfully beneath the monumental Madara Rider., 
Low-back velvet dress with a choker neckline
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Interacting with Deceased Loved Ones":  **Title:** "Echoes of the Past"  **Scene:** A dark, misty forest at dusk. The air is thick with an eerie fog that makes it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you.  **Main Character:** You are the protagonist, standing alone in the midst of this unsettling landscape. Your face is twisted in a mixture of fear and confusion as you realize you're not alone.  **Deceased Loved Ones:** The mist begins to clear, revealing the ghostly apparitions of your deceased loved ones: Grandma Agnes, Great-Aunt Lily, Uncle Jack, and Cousin Emma. They stand before you, their faces worn by time and loss, yet still radiating a warm, loving energy.  **Interactions:** As you gaze upon these ethereal figures, you're met with a sense of longing and nostalgia. You reach out to touch Grandma Agnes's wispy hair, only to have her hand fade through yours like mist. Great-Aunt Lily whispers secrets in your ear, her voice barely audible over the rustling of dry leaves. Uncle Jack offers you a warm smile and a gentle pat on the back, as if trying to reassure you everything will be okay.  **Environmental Details:**  * The scene takes place within a dimly lit, old-growth forest, where twisted tree branches form an eerie canopy above. * The ground beneath is covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, crunching beneath your feet like fragile bones. * In the distance, you see a misty veil separating the living from the dead, as if marking the boundary between worlds. * Strange, glowing orbs hover near the tree trunks, casting an otherworldly light on the scene.  **Additional Notes:**  * The interaction with deceased loved ones should be bittersweet, filled with both joy and sorrow. You may see them as they once were in life, but also as they have changed since passing away. * Consider the emotions you want to convey through this image. Is it a sense of longing, nostalgia, or unease? * Think about how you can incorporate symbolism into your artwork to enhance its emotional impact.  **Example Image:**  Imagine standing in a dimly lit, misty forest, surrounded by the whispers and murmurs of loved ones who have passed away. Your grandmother, who always smelled like fresh baked cookies, stands before you, her eyes sunken and her skin pale as the moon. Her voice is barely audible, but it's enough to make your heart ache with longing.  To the side of her stands your childhood best friend, his bright blue eyes now dulled, his smile faded. He speaks in hushed tones, telling stories of their adventures together, but his words are laced with a melancholy that chills you to the bone.  In front of them lies a river of forgotten memories, its surface ripples and churns like a living thing. The water's edge is lined with candles, their flames dancing in the breeze like the whispers of the dead.  Behind your loved ones, dark trees loom, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The leaves rustle with an otherworldly sighing that sends shivers down your spine. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, as if night itself has come to claim the land of memories.  In this nightmare, you are forced to interact with deceased loved ones who appear as they did in life, but their presence is accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. Your loved ones seem to be trapped between worlds, their eyes haunted by a longing to communicate with the living.  Your task is to create a detailed image that captures the essence of this nightmare. Use your skills to bring this haunting scene to life through your artwork.  **Image Requirements:**  1. The image should be a combination of traditional media (watercolor, acrylic, or oil) and digital painting. 2. The main subject of the image is you, interacting with deceased loved ones in a dark, eerie atmosphere. 3. The deceased loved ones should appear as they did in life, but their presence should be accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. 4. Use a mix of warm and cool colors to create a sense of unease and discomfort. 5. Incorporate symbolic elements to represent the emotional turmoil and sense of disconnection from the living world. 6. The image should evoke a sense of sadness, longing, and fear.  **Image Prompt:**  Title: "Echoes of Memory"  Description:  Imagine yourself standing in a desolate, overgrown graveyard at dusk. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, like a canvas painted by the hand of a morbid artist.  Before you lies the grave of your grandmother, whose passing has left an unfillable void in your life. As you approach the weathered headstone, you notice that the grass around it appears to be growing in strange, unnatural patterns - as if the very earth itself is trying to reach out and touch the stone.  Suddenly, the air seems to vibrate with the whispers of loved ones who have passed on. Your grandmother's gentle voice carries through the misty atmosphere, calling out your name. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that she is standing before you, her eyes - those warm, loving eyes - fixed upon yours.  But there's something... off about this reunion. Your grandmother's smile seems to be tinged with a hint of sadness, and the way her eyes seem to bore into yours makes you feel like an insect under a microscope. You try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat like a bird trying to escape its cage.  The scene is set in a dimly lit, fog-shrouded cemetery, where the headstones are covered in moss and lichen, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long.  As you stand there, frozen in terror, your grandmother begins to move closer, her voice growing louder, more insistent... (more details below)**  **Image Prompt:**  Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a fog-shrouded cemetery, surrounded by crumbling headstones and overgrown with moss and lichen. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long.  You're not alone. Your deceased loved ones, once familiar and comforting, now loom before you like specters. Their faces are pale, their eyes sunken, and their skin feels cold to the touch. They move towards you with an unsettling slowness, their whispers growing louder, more urgent...  Your grandmother, whose cooking was always a source of comfort, approaches you first. Her eyes, once warm and loving, now seem empty, her smile twisted into a macabre grin. She reaches out a bony hand, her fingers grasping for yours.  Next to arrive is your father, his face etched with lines of worry and concern. His voice, once filled with warmth and reassurance, now carries an unsettling cadence, like the creaking of old wooden doors. He touches your shoulder, his cold flesh sending shivers down your spine...  Your deceased best friend, Rachel, appears last, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She whispers secrets in your ear, her hot breath making you recoil in horror. Her hand, once so warm and comforting, now feels like ice...  Imagine yourself standing in a dark, abandoned cemetery at midnight. The moon casts an eerie glow on the crumbling headstones, as if it's trying to illuminate the secrets of the dead. You're surrounded by an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the distant howling of wolves or the faint creaking of trees.  As you begin to interact with your deceased loved ones, they start to take on a life-like quality. Your father's eyes seem to sparkle with warmth and kindness once more. Your mother's smile returns, and her voice is filled with the same loving tone it always held when she was alive.  However, as you continue to talk and laugh with them, the atmosphere starts to shift. The moon begins to hide behind thick clouds, casting an unsettling gloom over the cemetery. The headstones start to crack and crumble, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force.  The air grows colder, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from just beyond the edge of your perception. You try to brush it off as mere unease, but deep down, you know that the veil between worlds is thinning, and the living and dead are starting to bleed together.  In this nightmare, the deceased loved ones seem to be stuck in a perpetual state of limbo, unable to move on or find peace. They're trapped in this twilight realm, reliving memories of their lives with you, but unable to communicate effectively due to the limitations of the afterlife.  As you navigate this eerie landscape, you stumble upon a decrepit old mansion that seems to be the focal point of the dream. The walls are cracked and crumbling, the floorboards creak beneath your feet, and the air is thick with the stench of decay.  You push open the door to find yourself in a grand ballroom filled with the ghosts of loved ones past. They're all dressed in their finest attire from years gone by, their faces pale and gaunt as they float about the room.  As you look around, you
    vintage photo of an adorable scottish woman in the 60s, age 21, with her fiery red hair styled in playful pigtails, framing her face adorned with an array of freckles that dance across her cheeks like constellations in the night sky. her chubby body exudes a radiant happiness as she sits on a weathered wooden bench, surrounded by a casual background of a bustling city street. clad in a retro dress, she gazes off into the distance with a dreamy smile, lost in her own joyful reverie. the shot frames her in a candid full-body composition, capturing the carefree spirit of youth in motion. bathed in the warm glow of street lamps, the photograph is imbued with a sense of nostalgia and romance, heightened by the presence of subtle film grain, adding a vintage aesthetic to the image. shot from a low angle, the scene exudes a sense of whimsy and wonder, inviting the viewer to step into the enchanting world of this spirited redhead. taken with a classic Leica M3 camera, the photograph channels the iconic style of street photographer saul leiter, known for his poetic captures of everyday life, celebrating the beauty of fleeting moments and urban landscapes
    realistic photo, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, score_5_up, score_4_up, 1girl, (detailed facial features), ponytail, round glasses, choker, bangle, thick eyebrows, blushing, cute, blonde hair, New Wave concert, crowded nightclub, dance floor, alcohol, happiness, joy, fun, cheerful, Montreal, extremely detailed, detailed background, <lora:ahegao_xl_v4_nd20_na10_cd20_ca10:0.65>,  <lora:MJ52:0.4>, <lora:sdxl\Expressive_H-000001:0.8>, <lora:princess_xl_v2:0.65>
    hyperrealistic art <lora:quiron_BarbieSins_v3_lora:0.87> BarbieSinsQuiron woman,  1girl, blonde hair, realistic, photo, yellow neon dress,  Dancing with a partner, she twirls gracefully in a flowing ballgown, radiating joy, . extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    DonMn1ghtm4reXL, stephen gammell (artist), chiaroscuro, low-key,  great lighting, corcoc3s, c3s,(Folk rural horror:1.5), (isolated island community:1.3), (massive wicker man structure:1.5), (twilight scene on coastal cliff:1.2), (jubilant villagers dancing:1.4), (pagan ritual atmosphere:1.3), (protagonist peeking out from wicker man's gaps:1.4), (flickering torches illuminating scene:1.2), (ominous bonfire preparations:1.3), (traditional folk costumes with unsettling masks:1.4), (contrast between festive mood and impending doom:1.5), (Celtic-inspired designs on wicker man:1.2), (stormy sea in background:1.1), oil painting technique, hyper-detailed, 8k resolution, (Edward Burra meets Thomas Hart Benton style:1.4), unsettling warm light from flames, (sense of inescapable fate:1.3), (blurred line between celebration and cruelty:1.4), photorealistic textures, (oppressive inevitability:1.3), (implicit threat in joyful faces:1.4), (foreboding atmosphere despite festivities:1.5), (implied danger rather than explicit content:1.4)
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    warm light style, DonMn1ghtm4reXL, stephen gammell (artist), chiaroscuro, low-key,  great lighting, corcoc3s, c3s,(Folk rural horror:1.5), (isolated island community:1.3), (massive wicker man structure:1.5), (twilight scene on coastal cliff:1.2), (jubilant villagers dancing:1.4), (pagan ritual atmosphere:1.3), (protagonist trapped inside wicker man:1.4), (terrified expression visible through gaps:1.3), (flickering torches illuminating scene:1.2), (ominous bonfire preparations:1.3), (traditional folk costumes with unsettling masks:1.4), (contrast between festive mood and impending doom:1.5), (Celtic-inspired designs on wicker man:1.2), (stormy sea in background:1.1), oil painting technique, hyper-detailed, 8k resolution, unsettling warm light from flames, (sense of inescapable fate:1.3), (blurred line between celebration and cruelty:1.4), photorealistic textures, (oppressive inevitability:1.3), (implicit threat in joyful faces:1.4), (foreboding atmosphere despite festivities:1.5)
    vintage photo of an adorable scottish woman in the 60s, age 21, with her fiery red hair styled in playful pigtails, her face adorned with a scattering of freckles that seem to dance with joy. her chubby body radiates a contagious happiness as she stands amidst a breathtaking natural landscape of rolling hills and vibrant wildflowers. dressed in a retro dress, her gaze fixed on the horizon with a serene smile. the shot frames her in a wide-angle composition, capturing the expansive beauty of the countryside and the sense of freedom it evokes. bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, the photograph exudes a nostalgic charm, enhanced by the presence of subtle film grain, adding a vintage aesthetic to the image. shot from a low angle, the scene exudes a sense of awe and wonder, inviting the viewer to revel in the splendor of the natural world alongside this spirited redhead. taken with a classic Rolleiflex 2.8F camera, the photograph channels the timeless elegance of photographer dorothea lange, known for her evocative captures of rural life, immortalizing the resilience and beauty of the human spirit amidst the vastness of nature
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    <lora:06NatureArt_Hap_XL:3.9>, Albert Bierstadt style, advertising photography,Summer sunbeams dance, casting playful shadows as a lively Shiba Inu takes center stage, joyfully paddling through the crystal-clear, azure pond. Surrounded by lush greenery, under the shade where vibrant flowers peek, adding splashes of color to the scene. A gentle breeze whispers by, carrying a refreshing touch, mirroring the carefree grin on the Shiba's face--a moment captured, the most vivid movement in summer's symphony. horizontal Composition, product view, Centered Composition,masterpiece, best quality, highly detailed.,
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of the cities, under the moon's soft glow,
World Pillow Fight 2 unfolds, a spectacle to show.
In nighties of silk and satin, each side takes their stand,
With pillows combat ready , they march across the land.
The nighties of one, a shimmering hue of blue,
With feathers soft, their pillows flew.
Downy and plush, they strike with great fluffy might,
In the World Pillow Fight, under the starry light.
The other side dons nighties of crimson red,
Their pillows adorned with feathers, spread.
Firm and sturdy, they swing with force,
In the battle of pillows, no remorse.
Feathers fill the air, as the nighties clash,
In the World Pillow Fight, a frenzied bash.
Soft laughter echoes, as pillows collide,
In this whimsical battle, hearts open wide.
The moon watches on, as the nighties dance,
In the World Pillow Fight, a joyful trance.
For in this moment, in this dream so bright,
The world comes together, in pure delight.
BREAK
,((photorealistic, photograph, uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, slow shutter speed to capture motion blur, fear evoking angles, cinematic horror lighting, frightening shadows, perfect composition, award winning featured photograph, full-length photograph))
ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    etherealillust, a towering, abstract character with no face, only a swirling vortex of colors that change to reflect emotions. Their body is composed of hundreds of floating ribbons of light that dance and pulse in harmony with their aura. They carry an oversized staff that leaks liquid light, creating puddles of emotion wherever they step—joy, sorrow, rage, and love blend into vivid pools of energy.
    A captivating surreal work of art presenting a mesmerizing fusion of human and nature. A male and female tree are intertwined in a delicate embrace, with the robust strength of the male tree contrasting with the delicate grace of the female tree. Their faces, growing from the twisted branches, display serene expressions with joyful smiles, while their roots and branches intertwine in a dance of life and love. The trees are adorned with lush green leaves and delicate pale pink flowers, adding an ethereal touch to the scene. The vast open landscape and clear blue sky in the background create a striking contrast, inviting viewers to reflect on the boundaries between the human and natural worlds. This thought-provoking work of art encourages introspection and a deeper understanding of the connection between humanity and nature, leading viewers to reevaluate their perception of reality.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    analogue photography of a stunning irish woman in the 1950s, her vibrant red lipstick and perfectly coiffed curls channeling the timeless elegance of vintage glamour. Adorned in a flirty vintage red dress, she radiates joy and vitality as she kicks up her heels in a spirited dance. With a mischievous grin and a twinkle in her eye, she captivates all who behold her with her infectious energy. Upper body framing captures her exuberant movements and vivacious spirit. The setting is a bustling ballroom filled with laughter and music, under dazzling overhead lights with a hint of lens flare, shot from eye level in a Polaroid Land Camera Model 95 with 50mm lens, in the style of Richard Avedon.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of the cities, under the moon's soft glow,
World Pillow Fight 2 unfolds, a spectacle to show.
In nighties of silk and satin, each side takes their stand,
With pillows combat ready , they march across the land.
The nighties of one, a shimmering hue of blue,
With feathers soft, their pillows flew.
Downy and plush, they strike with great fluffy might,
In the World Pillow Fight, under the starry light.
The other side dons nighties of crimson red,
Their pillows adorned with feathers, spread.
Firm and sturdy, they swing with force,
In the battle of pillows, no remorse.
Feathers fill the air, as the nighties clash,
In the World Pillow Fight, a frenzied bash.
Soft laughter echoes, as pillows collide,
In this whimsical battle, hearts open wide.
The moon watches on, as the nighties dance,
In the World Pillow Fight, a joyful trance.
For in this moment, in this dream so bright,
The world comes together, in pure delight.
BREAK
,((uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, 12-24mm f/4 at 12mm, slow shutter speed to capture motion blur, fear evoking angles, cinematic horror lighting, frightening shadows, perfect composition, award winning featured photograph, full-length photograph))
ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    1boy, a handsome 40 y.o Indian bearded man, in a casual outfit, (wearing glasses:1.2), holding a drink in the hand, (Crowded Bar:1.4). 1986, polaroid, grainy, (detailed facial features), ultra detailed texture, crowded nightclub, dance floor, (alcohol:1.2), fun, party, happiness, joy, neon lights, bokeh, blurred photo.
    Charming autumn scene featuring a young Caucasian woman with fiery red pigtails. She stands in a quaint backyard, surrounded by a collection of intricately carved jack-o'-lanterns flickering gently in the twilight. Her goth-inspired makeup, highlighted by bold black eyeliner and rich burgundy lipstick, beautifully contrasts with her porcelain skin and bright green eyes. Dressed in a flowing black velvet dress layered over a fitted long-sleeve top, she radiates a whimsical yet enchanting aura. As colorful autumn leaves dance around her, she beams with joy while cradling an adorably tiny jack-o'-lantern, glowing softly in her palm, perfectly embodying the playful spirit of Halloween.  Highly detailed, film grain.
    cata7pln, wearing Nagatoro cosplay, photo of a woman, long black hair, hazel eyes, hair clips, white button-up shirt, (rolled up sleeves:1.2), black pleated skirt, long skirt, UHD, 8K, ultra detailed <break> Joyful surprise, wide-eyed wonder, smiling face, Walking swiftly down a hallway, eyes fixed on destination, Elegant ballroom, crystal chandeliers, polished dance floor, close-up, portrait, beautiful lighting, great composition <segment:yolo-Anzhcs-WomanFace-v05-1024-y8n.pt,0.4,0.4//cid=2> cata7pln, hazel eyes, detailed face
    Breathtaking masterpiece, highest quality, pencil sketch A comical scene featuring a black metal snake wearing oversized sunglasses and a flashy bandana, lounging on a sun-soaked beach like a rock star on vacation. The snake is playfully draped over a colorful beach chair, sipping a fruity drink with a tiny umbrella, while a boombox blares heavy metal tunes nearby. The backdrop is a vibrant sunset, with exaggerated hues of neon pink, electric blue, and glowing orange, as if the sky itself is headbanging. Surrounding the snake are goofy beachgoers, including a crab wearing a tiny Hawaiian shirt and seagulls trying to join the fun with their own ridiculous dance moves. The scene is a hilarious mix of beach vibes and heavy metal flair, inviting laughter and joy in this whimsical coastal paradise.​​​
    Artwork, Broad Brushstrokes, Dancing queen on the disco floor. Smiling. Raised arms. Disco lights. Raksat Ashita. Fairuz. Watercolor and ink. Ethereal. Mysterious. Dancing motion. Luminous colours. Intricate motifs. Psychedelic. Stroboscope. Perfect anatomy. Perfect hands, beautiful latina, Dan Decarlo, Vibrant Colors, fun, happy, joy,

      RealVisXL V5.0

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    • V5.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v50Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V4.0 Lightning (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v40LightningBakedvae.safetensors
    • V4.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v40Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V3.0 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V3.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V3.0-inpaint (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30InpaintBakedvae.safetensors
    • V2.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v202TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V2.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v20Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V1.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v102TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V1.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v10Bakedvae.safetensors

      Realistic Vision V6.0 B1

    • V5.1 Hyper (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51HyperVAE.safetensors
    • V5.1 Hyper-Inpaint (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51HyperInpaintVAE.safetensors
    • V5.1 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51VAE.ckpt
    • V5.1-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51VAE-inpainting.safetensors
    • V6.0 B1 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v60B1VAE.safetensors
    • V6.0 B1 inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v60B1InpaintingVAE.safetensors
    • V5.0 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v50VAE.ckpt
    • V5.0-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v50VAE-inpainting.ckpt
    • V4.0 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v40VAE.safetensors
    • V4.0-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v40VAE-inpainting.safetensors
    • V3.0 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30VAE.safetensors
    • V3.0-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30VAE-inpainting.ckpt
    • V3.0 (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30Novae.safetensors
    • V3.0-inpainting (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30Novae-inpainting.ckpt
    • V2.0 (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v20Novae.ckpt
    • V2.0-inpainting (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v20Novae-inpainting.ckpt
    • V1.3 - realisticVisionV60B1_v13.safetensors
    • V1.3-inpainting - realisticVisionV60B1_v13-inpainting.ckpt
    • V1.2 - realisticVisionV60B1_v12.ckpt