null Strong shadows fall

    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    A woman sits on concrete steps at an old, rustic train station platform, giving off a casual, rebellious vibe. She wears a black fedora, sunglasses, a sleeveless black vest, and jeans with prominent stitching, along with cowboy boots. Her curly blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders, and she holds a cigarette in one hand and a cellphone to her ear with the other. The background features wooden planks of the station wall, faded graffiti, and yellow-black caution markings on the corner of the steps. Train tracks extend into the distance beside a patch of green grass and wild plants, under bright sunlight, creating strong contrasts and shadows.
    8k, ((intense fisheyelens photograph) (strong fisheyeview photograph)) of ((reality disintegrating around ((Sophia: Human-like resembling a mature woman of great beauty and wisdom), (she has an ethereal or divine glow manifest as a soft, radiant light surrounding her form. (Her clothing is regal and elegant, befitting a divine being, flowing robes made of fine, shimmering fabrics like silk or celestial materials, white, gold, deep blue), (she has a intricate and ornate halo above her head, encrusted with jewels), (she has an open book, a staff or scepter and a dove), (Her face is often serene and contemplative with a hint of sorrow or melancholy, representing her fall from the Pleroma (the fullness of the divine realm)). (she has otherworldly wings) is (beautiful, wise, yet somewhat tragic figure)) (surrounded by the disintegrating universe), (she is leaning over and towards the viewer), ((multiple exposures) long exposure motion photos) overlayed on (sharp short exposure photos) to create (low opacity phantom images)/ (strange afterimages)), experimental angles, contrasting lighting and shadows,)) epiCNegative, realisticvision-negative-embedding
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    A woman sits on concrete steps at an old, rustic train station platform, giving off a casual, rebellious vibe. She wears a black fedora, sunglasses, a sleeveless black vest, and jeans with prominent stitching, along with cowboy boots. Her curly blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders, and she holds a cigarette in one hand and a cellphone to her ear with the other. The background features wooden planks of the station wall, faded graffiti, and yellow-black caution markings on the corner of the steps. Train tracks extend into the distance beside a patch of green grass and wild plants, under bright sunlight, creating strong contrasts and shadows.
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    A woman sits on concrete steps at an old, rustic train station platform, giving off a casual, rebellious vibe. She wears a black fedora, sunglasses, a sleeveless black vest, and jeans with prominent stitching, along with cowboy boots. Her curly blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders, and she holds a cigarette in one hand and a cellphone to her ear with the other. The background features wooden planks of the station wall, faded graffiti, and yellow-black caution markings on the corner of the steps. Train tracks extend into the distance beside a patch of green grass and wild plants, under bright sunlight, creating strong contrasts and shadows.
    A woman sits on concrete steps at an old, rustic train station platform, giving off a casual, rebellious vibe. She wears a black fedora, sunglasses, a sleeveless black vest, and jeans with prominent stitching, along with cowboy boots. Her curly blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders, and she holds a cigarette in one hand and a cellphone to her ear with the other. The background features wooden planks of the station wall, faded graffiti, and yellow-black caution markings on the corner of the steps. Train tracks extend into the distance beside a patch of green grass and wild plants, under bright sunlight, creating strong contrasts and shadows.
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    8k, ((intense fisheyelens photograph) (strong fisheyeview photograph)) as ((reality is disintegrating/ the disintigration of the material universe is happening of all around ((Sophia: Human-like resembling a mature woman of great beauty and wisdom), (she has an ethereal or divine glow manifest as a soft, radiant light surrounding her form. (Her clothing is regal and elegant, befitting a divine being, flowing robes made of fine, shimmering fabrics like silk or celestial materials, white, gold, deep blue), (she has a intricate and ornate halo above her head, encrusted with jewels), (she has an open book, a staff or scepter and a dove), (Her face is often serene and contemplative with a hint of sorrow or melancholy, representing her fall from the Pleroma (the fullness of the divine realm)). (she has otherworldly wings) is (beautiful, wise, yet somewhat tragic figure)) (surrounded by the disintegrating universe), (she is leaning over and towards the viewer), ((multiple exposures) long exposure motion photos) overlayed on (sharp short exposure photos) to create (low opacity phantom images)/ (strange afterimages)), experimental angles, contrasting lighting and shadows,)) epiCNegative, realisticvision-negative-embedding
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
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    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace, Where shadows dance in eternal grace, Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide, Where the sun's warm touch can never abide. Towering spires of obsidian rise, Piercing the blackened, starless skies, Their jagged edges cutting the night, A testament to the drow's might. Beneath them, streets wind and twist, A labyrinth where secrets persist, Carved from the very stone below, In patterns only the drow know. Glowing crystals, a haunting hue, Cast their eerie light, a spectral view, Revealing arches and columns grand, In a city built by drow hand. But shadows lurk in every nook, In alleys where whispered secrets took, And in the depths of cavernous halls, Where treachery waits for those who fall. Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies, In murals that tell of ancient skies, And in the delicate webs that adorn, The silent streets where shadows mourn. For this is a city of darkness and light, Where the drow dance in the depths of night, A testament to their craft and guile, In a world where shadows always smile.)), ((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))

      RealVisXL V5.0

    • V5.0 Lightning (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v50LightningBakedvae.safetensors
    • 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