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    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (Fantasy Female). A magnificent earth elemental resembling a strong and shapely female figure, her body carved from living stone and adorned with patterns of glowing green veins, like ancient runes of power. Her wide hips and hourglass figure are covered in moss and flowers that grow across her earthy skin. Her shoulders are crowned with jagged rock formations, while her flowing hair is formed of rich soil and vines that cascade down her back. She emerges from a cracked forest floor, the earth splitting around her as glowing molten lines pulse beneath her feet. Around her, trees bend slightly in reverence, and the ground trembles with her movements. The background features a dense, dark forest illuminated by golden shafts of light breaking through the canopy.
    Depict Morgoth (Melkor), the original Dark Lord from J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion, standing in his terrifying, god-like form. He should be adorned in black iron armor, with a dark, spiked crown on his head. His piercing, fiery eyes reflect his malice and hatred. Shadows and dark, crackling energy swirl around him, representing his corrupting power. The setting is the ruined wasteland of Angband, beneath the darkened skies of Middle-earth. Volcanic eruptions, rivers of lava, and jagged obsidian towers form the backdrop. Make the image imbued with an overwhelming atmosphere of despair and darkness, reflecting the monumental evil Morgoth brought into the world.
    Create a serene and captivating image of a (((monastery perched dramatically atop a jagged cliff))). The scene should depict a (((female monk))) deeply immersed in meditation outdoors, amidst the tranquil and rugged landscape. BREAK Setting Description: The monastery is built in a traditional, (((ancient))) style, with weathered stone walls and intricately carved wooden beams. It clings precariously to the cliff's edge, its architecture harmonizing with the natural contours of the rock. The cliff itself is stark and sharp, rising steeply from a turbulent sea below, shrouded in mist that partially obscures distant peaks. BREAK Monastery Details: The building features ornate rooftop eaves and small, arched windows that overlook the vast expanse of the ocean. Moss and lichen dot its exterior, adding to its ancient and mystical aura. (((Prayer flags))) flutter gently in the wind, adding splashes of color against the grey stone. BREAK (((Female Monk in Meditation: The female monk sits serenely in a small, stone-paved courtyard just outside the monastery. She wears traditional robes of deep saffron, meticulously draped and adorned with intricate embroidery that tells the stories of her faith. Her head is bowed slightly in deep contemplation, her hands resting peacefully on her lap. Around her, wildflowers bloom in crevices, adding a touch of delicate beauty to the austere surroundings.))) BREAK Focus Points for AI: Capture the juxtaposition of ancient tranquility and natural grandeur, emphasizing the monk's peaceful solitude and spiritual connection with her surroundings. Pay attention to details such as the intricate architecture of the monastery, the monk's serene expression, and the interplay of light and shadow on the cliff face and sea below. BREAK <lora:more_details:1.5>, (((masterpiece))), (((best quality))), raw photo, dslr, shot by don mccullin, professional photography, hyperrealistic, 8k uhd, instagram style, Porta 160 color, shot on ARRI ALEXA 65, extremely detailed, ultra-realistic
    ((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 ))
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (Fantasy Horsewomans of the Apocalypse). The four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse stand in a menacing formation, their monstrous steeds rearing behind them, silhouetted against a burning, storm-ridden sky. Their powerful, nearly naked bodies are each adorned with minimal yet distinct garments—War in jagged black metal armor barely covering her, Famine in a sheer, tattered veil clinging to her emaciated yet seductive form, Pestilence draped in dark chains that contrast her flawless yet sickly skin, and Death wrapped in a ghostly shroud that moves like living mist. Their weapons—greatsword, scythe, censer, and ethereal blade—gleam ominously, reflecting the suffering they bring. Their combined presence radiates both divine beauty and unstoppable doom. ((cinematic photo, volumetric lighting, cinematic lighting, aesthetic design, high angle, dramatic framing, cinematic framing, unique artistic composition, hight reflection)), (maximum ultra-high definition image quality and rendering:3), maximum image detail, maximum realistic rendering, (beautiful face), (full-length)
    ((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 ))
    fantasy, architecture, fortress, mountain, black stone, (eye-level on a low-angle shot of a towering fortress built into a jagged mountain:1.2). The fortress has massive iron-bound doors with glowing runes, adorned with ivy, thorny vines, and gargoyle statues. An eerie mist surrounds the structure. A disturbing and ominous scene, exterior of a gothic fortress., The illustration captures a sense of mystery and menace, with a low-angle shot of the fortress's grandeur., eerie, stygian, gloomy, haunting, crepuscular rays, volumetric lighting, light bloom, (deep glow effect:1.3), anime artwork, anime style, studio anime, realistic, hyperrealism, highly detailed, masterpiece, best quality, very aesthetic, absurdres, cinematic lighting.
    fantasy, architecture, fortress, mountain, black stone, (eye-level on a low-angle shot of a towering fortress built into a jagged mountain:1.2). The fortress has massive iron-bound doors with glowing runes, adorned with ivy, thorny vines, and gargoyle statues. An eerie mist surrounds the structure. A disturbing and ominous scene, exterior of a gothic fortress., The illustration captures a sense of mystery and menace, with a low-angle shot of the fortress's grandeur., eerie, stygian, gloomy, haunting, crepuscular rays, volumetric lighting, light bloom, (deep glow effect:1.3), anime artwork, anime style, studio anime, realistic, hyperrealism, highly detailed, masterpiece, best quality, very aesthetic, absurdres, cinematic lighting.
    ((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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( 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 ))
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Eternal Scream" **Composition:** Imagine a dark, eerie landscape with a twisted, gnarled tree at its center. The tree's branches seem to writhe and twist like living serpents, their bark like rough, cracked skin. The trunk of the tree appears to be a mass of pulsing, black veins that seem to throb in sync with an otherworldly rhythm. **Surroundings:** The scene is set against a backdrop of deep, foreboding clouds that appear to be made of dark, swirling mist. The sky is a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, as if the very fabric of reality is warped and distorted. In the distance, the silhouette of a crumbling cityscape looms, its buildings like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. **Figure:** At the base of the twisted tree stands a figure - a young woman with long, curly hair that appears to be made of snakes (or maybe it's just her own tangled locks?). Her eyes are wide with terror as she screams silently, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. Her skin is deathly pale, and her fingers are curled into claws, as if she's trying to grasp something just out of reach. She's dressed in tattered, bloodstained clothing that seems to be wrapped around her like a shroud. One of her arms appears to be twisted at an unnatural angle, as if it's been broken or contorted in some way. Her hair is a wild tangle of black locks, with what looks like a small, pulsing green glow emanating from the roots. Behind her, a dark, swirling vortex seems to be pulling everything towards its center, like a sinkhole in a nightmare. The air around her appears distorted, as if it's being warped and twisted by some unseen force. Shadows writhe across her face like living things, making her features seem to shift and contort in ways that are almost, but not quite, human. In the foreground, a collection of grotesque, pulsing orbs hover just out of reach, each one emitting a faint, eerie glow. These orbs seem to be drawn towards the nightmare's central vortex, as if they're being pulled into some abyssal void. To either side of the nightmare's face, two twisted, grasping hands stretch out from the darkness, their fingers ending in razor-sharp claws that seem to be slowly closing in on the nightmare's face. The skin around these grasping hands is deathly pale and seems to be stretched taut, as if it's being pulled towards some unseen force. In the background, a dark, foreboding landscape stretches out like a twisted canvas, with jagged mountain ranges and twisted tree branches that seem to be reaching up towards the nightmare's face. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with storm clouds gathering on the horizon that seem to be about to unleash some kind of apocalyptic fury. The nightmare itself is a figure of terror, with eyes glowing bright red in the dark. Its skin is deathly pale and seems to be stretched taut over its skeletal frame. It's reaching out towards something - or someone - with long, bony fingers that seem to be grasping for something to hold onto. The figure's mouth is open in a silent scream, as if it's been frozen in the act of terror. In the background, there are hints of a dark, foreboding landscape: twisted trees with branches like skeletal fingers, and a sky that seems to be burning with an otherworldly fire. There may be hints of abandoned buildings or crumbling ruins, their windows blown out by some unseen force. The overall mood of the image should be one of abject terror, as if the viewer is right there in the nightmare, feeling the fear and panic alongside the nightmare figure. The colors should be dark and muted, with flashes of eerie green or sickly yellow to suggest the twisted, unnatural nature of the dream world. Some possible elements to include: * A creepy, distorted face looming in the foreground, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light * A twisted, gnarled tree with branches that seem to be reaching out to grab the nightmare figure * A burning, apocalyptic landscape stretching out behind the figure, with buildings crumbling and smoke billowing into the sky * A sense of disorientation or chaos, as if the nightmare is unfolding in a distorted, dreamlike reality * A hint of the figure's terror or despair, perhaps conveyed through its contorted posture or anguished expression * A feeling of claustrophobia or entrapment, as if the nightmare figure is trapped and unable to escape Possible composition: Imagine a dark, foreboding landscape with twisted, gnarled trees looming in the background. The nightmare figure stands at the center, its body contorted in a mixture of fear and despair. Its face twists into a grotesque grimace, as if it's screaming silently. The figure's posture conveys a sense of entrapment or disorientation, as if it's trying to break free from some unseen force. The environment around it is distorted and surreal, with twisted, elongated shadows cast by the trees. The sky above is a deep, foreboding purple, with stars that seem to be melting like wax. In the background, there are whispers of dark, swirling clouds that seem to be devouring everything in their path. These clouds have an eerie greenish tint, as if they're infused with some kind of malevolent energy. The air is thick with an unseen fog, which seems to writhe and twist like a living entity. The overall atmosphere is one of creeping dread and unease, as if the very fabric of reality is beginning to unravel. The nightmare itself feels like it's alive, pulsing with a dark energy that threatens to consume everything in its path. Here are some specific details to help you create this image: * A figure (perhaps the protagonist) lies in the foreground, their face contorted in a mixture of terror and despair. * The figure is surrounded by a swirling vortex of dark, foggy mist that seems to be pulling them down into the depths of the nightmare. * In the background, there are twisted, gnarled trees with branches like skeletal fingers reaching out towards the figure. The trunks of the trees appear to be melting or dripping with some sort of viscous liquid. * The sky above is a deep, bloody red color and appears to be burning or on fire, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. * The ground beneath the figure's feet appears to be cracked and broken, like the earth itself is splitting apart in fear. * In the distance, there are dark, shadowy figures lurking just out of sight, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. It's as if they're waiting for the nightmare to fully unfold before they strike. * The figure at the center of the scene (perhaps a representation of yourself) appears to be frozen in terror, their eyes wide with fear and their mouth open in a silent scream. Their body is contorted into impossible positions, as if they're being pulled apart by some unseen force. * In the air around the figure, there are swirling clouds of dark, wispy tendrils that seem to be alive and are slowly closing in like a noose. These tendrils are adorned with tiny, glowing red eyes that seem to be watching you with an unblinking gaze. * The background of the image is a dark, foreboding landscape that seems to be shifting and twisting like a living thing. Rocks and trees appear to be melting into each other, creating a sense of utter chaos and disorientation. * In the foreground, there's a figure - it could be you or someone else - but they're distorted in some way, as if their body is being pulled apart by unseen forces. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, pain, and despair, with eyes that are wide open and pleading for help. * The atmosphere of the image is one of complete dread and terror. You can feel the weight of the nightmare's grip on your sanity, making it hard to breathe or think straight. Some possible elements to include: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to be reaching out like skeletal fingers * A creepy, abandoned asylum or hospital in the background, with broken windows and overgrown vegetation * The figure's body is being stretched and contorted in ways that defy human physiology - think extra limbs, elongated torso, or bulging eyes * Shadows that seem to have a life of their own, writhing across the ground like dark, serpentine tendrils * A sense of claustrophobia-inducing fog or mist that makes it hard to see what's lurking just out of sight * The atmosphere is thick with malevolent energy - think pulsating red lights, cackling laughter, or the distant sound of children screaming Possible visual themes: * A blend of surrealism and horror, with elements that defy explanation (e.g. a figure with multiple faces, or a tree with roots that seem to be crawling out of its skin) * A dark, foreboding color palette - think midnight blues, sickly greens, and blood-red highlights * Distorted, elongated forms and silhouettes that give the impression of being twisted or contorted in ways that can't be natural (e.g. a figure with limbs that seem to be melting like wax) * A sense of disorientation and disconnection - think shattered mirrors, broken furniture, or torn fabric * The image should evoke a feeling of creeping dread and unease - the viewer should feel like they're trapped
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    NA-Stunning-Female-Warrior, In the shadow of a towering mountain range, a determined and audacious female warrior strides forth in a mesmerizing Mystery-fantasy full-body illustration. Her piercing green eyes reflect the rugged peaks that pierce the sky, capturing the majestic beauty and formidable presence of the alpine landscape. Clad in intricately crafted stone armor, each piece hewn from the very bedrock of the mountains, she stands as a resilient guardian of the highlands. (Her cloak, fashioned from the fur of mountain beasts and adorned with feathers from alpine birds), billows in the crisp mountain air, adding to her mystical allure. (Surrounded by jagged cliffs and swirling mists), she embodies the untamed spirit of the mountains. (With flowing locks of frosty white and a dynamic stance rooted in the rocky terrain), she exudes resilience and determination, inviting viewers to witness the raw power and sublime beauty of the high peaks. Inspired by the rugged grandeur and untamed wilderness of the mountains and the visionary works of (((Oliver Barrett, Nico Delort), Annie Stegg Gerard), Audrey Kawasaki), and Samuel Araya.
    This uses realvis as base with custom sdxl for upscaling in an ELLA wf, In a gritty, high-contrast, cinematic style reminiscent of Mad Max, a hulking, rusted, blackened, skeletal behemoth of a vehicle, with twisted, jagged metal plating, razor-sharp fins, and glowing red optics, sits atop massive, chunky, treaded tires, surrounded by a halo of flickering, orange-tinted flames, amidst a desolate, barren, dusty wasteland, littered with shattered concrete, twisted metal debris, and the remnants of a forgotten civilization, under a sickly yellow, toxic sky, with a massive, imposing, cyclopean wheel dominating the foreground, adorned with cruel, jagged spikes, and a mangled, half-destroyed, chromed-out grille, with a pair of glowing, malevolent, red eyes peering out from the darkness, like a mechanical demon risen from the ashes.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (Fantasy Female Elementals). Fire and Earth Elementals - The Infernal Quake A dramatic and apocalyptic scene where the Fire elemental and Earth elemental join forces to unleash a devastating eruption. The Fire elemental is a blazing naked female figure, her voluptuous form composed of flickering flames and molten lava. Her curves shimmer with a radiant glow, her fiery beauty both dangerous and entrancing. Beside her, the Earth elemental towers with her powerful, hourglass figure sculpted from cracked stone, glowing magma veins running through her form like molten rivers. Her body is adorned with jagged crystals and smoldering ash, her presence exuding the raw power of the earth. The Earth elemental slams her massive fists into the ground, sending shockwaves through the land, splitting the earth open with glowing chasms of molten rock. The Fire elemental steps forward, flames erupting from her body and pouring into the fissures, creating rivers of lava that consume everything in their path. Together, they stand amidst the chaos, the ground trembling and ablaze around them, as plumes of smoke and ash rise to choke the sky. Their combined wrath is a force of nature, unstoppable and overwhelming, reducing the world to fire and ash in their wake.
    ((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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( 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 ))
    hyper-realistic photography close-up portrait of a conservative tribal young tanned beauty wearing a traditional headscarf, with an emphasis on cultural heritage and intricate details. The headscarf, in a rich azure blue, is adorned with delicate golden embroidery, featuring geometric and floral motifs that seem to shimmer as they catch the light. The fabric should look soft and luxurious, with slight folds that reveal its texture and weight. Her bright eyes, large and almond-shaped, with long eyelashes, should be rendered with meticulous detail, showing flecks of gold in her light beige colored irises that catch the ambient light. She wears large, ornate gold earrings with embedded jewels, reflecting hues of blue and red that complement her attire. A series of golden bangles adorns her wrist, with each bangle showcasing unique etchings and a subtle sheen that adds depth to the scene. The multi-layered necklace on her chest should look heavy and intricate, with each link and pendant reflecting the light in a way that conveys realism and richness. Her skin is very tanned with warm undertone, with a gentle blush across her cheeks and nose, suggesting a natural glow. (The background Jagged mountains in the background, barely visible under the moonlight, adding a sense of scale), contrasting with the blue of her scarf and enhancing the warmth of her skin. The lighting should be soft yet direct, illuminating her features and jewelry, casting subtle shadows that add depth and realism. Capture the texture of her skin, the softness of the fabric, and the cool, reflective surfaces of the jewelry to create a lifelike and immersive portrait that honors her cultural heritage and individual beauty. Add a slight breeze that lifts a strand of hair across her face, adding a sense of movement and intimacy to the composition, making the viewer feel as if they are sharing a moment of quiet contemplation with her.
    ((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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    A stunning vista of a lush, untouched tropical rainforest, bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. The sky above is a vivid mix of crimson, orange, and yellow hues, with a few wispy clouds dotting the horizon. In the foreground, a towering tree, adorned with vibrant green leaves and a canopy of delicate, intricate branches, stands tall, its trunk disappearing into the dense undergrowth. A small stream, glistening with reflected light, meanders through the frame, its crystal-clear water cascading over smooth rocks and creating a soothing soundtrack for the scene. Directly behind the tree, the forest gives way to a picturesque river, its glassy surface reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky and the surrounding vegetation. In the distance, a hazy mountain range rises up from the horizon, its peaks shrouded in wispy clouds, their jagged outlines contrasting beautifully with the serene, idyllic landscape before them. This award-winning nature photograph perfectly captures the breathtaking beauty and fragile balance of life in a tropical rainforest ecosystem.
    hyper-realistic photography close-up portrait of a conservative tribal young tanned beauty wearing a traditional headscarf, with an emphasis on cultural heritage and intricate details. The headscarf, in a rich azure blue, is adorned with delicate golden embroidery, featuring geometric and floral motifs that seem to shimmer as they catch the light. The fabric should look soft and luxurious, with slight folds that reveal its texture and weight. Her bright eyes, large and almond-shaped, with long eyelashes, should be rendered with meticulous detail, showing flecks of gold in her light beige colored irises that catch the ambient light. She wears large, ornate gold earrings with embedded jewels, reflecting hues of blue and red that complement her attire. A series of golden bangles adorns her wrist, with each bangle showcasing unique etchings and a subtle sheen that adds depth to the scene. The multi-layered necklace on her chest should look heavy and intricate, with each link and pendant reflecting the light in a way that conveys realism and richness. Her skin is very tanned with warm undertone, with a gentle blush across her cheeks and nose, suggesting a natural glow. (The background Jagged mountains in the background, barely visible under the moonlight, adding a sense of scale), contrasting with the blue of her scarf and enhancing the warmth of her skin. The lighting should be soft yet direct, illuminating her features and jewelry, casting subtle shadows that add depth and realism. Capture the texture of her skin, the softness of the fabric, and the cool, reflective surfaces of the jewelry to create a lifelike and immersive portrait that honors her cultural heritage and individual beauty. Add a slight breeze that lifts a strand of hair across her face, adding a sense of movement and intimacy to the composition, making the viewer feel as if they are sharing a moment of quiet contemplation with her.
    hyper-realistic photography close-up portrait of a conservative tribal young tanned beauty wearing a traditional headscarf, with an emphasis on cultural heritage and intricate details. The headscarf, in a rich azure blue, is adorned with delicate golden embroidery, featuring geometric and floral motifs that seem to shimmer as they catch the light. The fabric should look soft and luxurious, with slight folds that reveal its texture and weight. Her bright eyes, large and almond-shaped, with long eyelashes, should be rendered with meticulous detail, showing flecks of gold in her light beige colored irises that catch the ambient light. She wears large, ornate gold earrings with embedded jewels, reflecting hues of blue and red that complement her attire. A series of golden bangles adorns her wrist, with each bangle showcasing unique etchings and a subtle sheen that adds depth to the scene. The multi-layered necklace on her chest should look heavy and intricate, with each link and pendant reflecting the light in a way that conveys realism and richness. Her skin is very tanned with warm undertone, with a gentle blush across her cheeks and nose, suggesting a natural glow. (The background Jagged mountains in the background, barely visible under the moonlight, adding a sense of scale), contrasting with the blue of her scarf and enhancing the warmth of her skin. The lighting should be soft yet direct, illuminating her features and jewelry, casting subtle shadows that add depth and realism. Capture the texture of her skin, the softness of the fabric, and the cool, reflective surfaces of the jewelry to create a lifelike and immersive portrait that honors her cultural heritage and individual beauty. Add a slight breeze that lifts a strand of hair across her face, adding a sense of movement and intimacy to the composition, making the viewer feel as if they are sharing a moment of quiet contemplation with her.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, Fantasy female. A fierce Dragon Rider, seated confidently atop a massive, black-scaled dragon with glowing red eyes. Her long, fiery red hair flows wildly in the wind, contrasting with her pale skin. She wears a tight, form-fitting leather bodysuit with metallic accents, exposing her toned midriff and emphasizing her curvaceous figure. The bodysuit is adorned with dragon-scale patterns, and her high boots and gloves have claw-like details. She holds onto the reins made of enchanted chains, and her piercing green eyes are focused on the horizon. The dragon's wings spread wide, leaving fiery trails in the sky as they soar above jagged mountains wreathed in smoke. ((cinematic photo, volumetric lighting, cinematic lighting, aesthetic design, high angle, dramatic framing, cinematic framing, unique artistic composition, hight reflection)), (maximum ultra-high definition image quality and rendering:3), maximum image detail, maximum realistic rendering, (beautiful face),
    ((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 stunning vista of a lush, untouched tropical rainforest, bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. The sky above is a vivid mix of crimson, orange, and yellow hues, with a few wispy clouds dotting the horizon. In the foreground, a towering tree, adorned with vibrant green leaves and a canopy of delicate, intricate branches, stands tall, its trunk disappearing into the dense undergrowth. A small stream, glistening with reflected light, meanders through the frame, its crystal-clear water cascading over smooth rocks and creating a soothing soundtrack for the scene. Directly behind the tree, the forest gives way to a picturesque river, its glassy surface reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky and the surrounding vegetation. In the distance, a hazy mountain range rises up from the horizon, its peaks shrouded in wispy clouds, their jagged outlines contrasting beautifully with the serene, idyllic landscape before them. This award-winning nature photograph perfectly captures the breathtaking beauty and fragile balance of life in a tropical rainforest ecosystem.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (Fantasy Female Elementals). Harmony - The Balance of Elementals. A serene and majestic scene where all four elementals — Air, Water, Fire, and Earth — unite in harmony, balancing their immense powers. The Air elemental stands tall, her slender figure of swirling mist and wind caressing the others with a soft breeze. The Water elemental, her flowing, curvaceous form rippling with glowing droplets, gently extends her arms, connecting her power to the others. The Fire elemental, radiant and curvaceous, her flames flickering with warmth rather than destruction, stands confidently, her fiery tendrils weaving into the Earth elemental's cracked, powerful form. The Earth elemental, with her robust, hourglass figure adorned with jagged crystals and glowing magma veins, stands as the foundation of their unity, grounding them all. The background is a breathtaking amalgamation of their elements: calm rivers reflecting golden flames, winds swirling gently around towering mountains, and the earth blooming with life. The four elementals form a perfect circle, their powers flowing seamlessly together, creating an awe-inspiring visual of balance, beauty, and the interconnectedness of nature.
    ((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 ))
    What a thrilling and terrifying task! Here's your worst nightmare in vivid detail: **The Setting:** A dark, cramped, and eerily silent subway tunnel. The walls are damp and covered in old graffiti, while the air is thick with the stench of mold and decay. **The Nightmare Begins:** You're standing at the end of the tunnel, trying to make your way back to the safety of the main platform. But as you take that first step forward, the fluorescent lights above flicker and die, plunging you into darkness. The only sound is the soft hum of a distant train, growing louder with each passing moment. **The First Horror:** As your eyes adjust to the blackness, you notice that the tunnel's walls are now covered in twisted, gnarled roots. They're moving, like living vines, and they seem to be closing in on you from all sides. You try to move forward, but every step feels like quicksand – the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. **The Second Terror:** Suddenly, the air is filled with the stench of rotting flesh. You can't see anything, but you know that something is coming for you. The smell grows stronger, and you feel a presence looming just behind your left shoulder... waiting to pounce. **The Third Menace:** Now, the tunnel's walls begin to distort and ripple like water on a hot day. The roots start to writhe and thrash about, as if they're alive and trying to grab at you. You can't move, paralyzed with fear, as the stench grows more overwhelming and the presence closes in. **The Fourth Fear:** In the midst of this chaos, your worst enemy from your past or present life appears before you, their face contorted into a malevolent grin. They begin to whisper cruel taunts and insults in your ear, their hot breath making your skin crawl. **The Fifth Horror:** As the nightmare reaches its climax, the tunnel vision begins to distort and writhe, like a living thing. The walls start to close in on you, the darkness becoming a crushing weight that threatens to suffocate you. The stench grows so overpowering it's as if death itself is hovering above you. **The Sixth Terror:** Just when you think it can't get any worse, your worst nightmare takes a grotesque form, twisting and contorting into an unholy abomination. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as it begins to speak in a voice that's both familiar and yet utterly alien. The words are a whispered promise of eternal torment, as the creature reaches out with a thousand grasping tendrils to ensnare you. **The Seventh Horror:** As the creature's grip closes around you, the world around you begins to dissolve into chaos. Buildings crumble, streets twist like snakes, and the skies turn a sickly shade of green. The air is thick with the stench of decay and corruption, as the very fabric of reality seems to unravel before your eyes. **The Eighth Terror:** In the midst of this apocalyptic landscape, you see yourself standing alone, frozen in terror. Your own reflection stares back at you from a shattered mirror, its face twisted into a grotesque grimace of fear and despair. The creature's tendrils begin to wrap around your ankles, pulling you closer to the abyss as the world around you continues to disintegrate. **The Ninth Nightmare:** As you're dragged closer to the void, you see that the creature's face is not just any ordinary visage - it's a twisted mockery of your own features. The eyes are black holes of malevolent intent, the mouth a cruel smile of triumph and domination. Your worst nightmare has become your most horrific reality. **The Tenth Dimension of Terror:** In this abyssal realm, time itself seems to warp and bend, allowing memories from throughout your entire life to flash before your eyes in rapid succession. You see moments of joy and laughter, but also moments of pain and despair. The creature's grip on you tightens, as if it's savoring the terror of reliving every moment of your existence. **The Background:** A desolate, barren landscape stretches out behind the creature, a world devoid of life or color. The sky is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with an otherworldly mist that makes it hard to breathe. **The Creature:** A twisted, inhuman form looms over you. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to have a life of their own. Eyes glow with an unnatural light, and a mouth full of jagged teeth seems to be constantly changing shape. The creature's skin is covered in sores and lesions that ooze a foul-smelling discharge. **Your Position:** You find yourself trapped in a small, cramped space - perhaps a closet or a tiny room with no windows. The air is stale and musty, and the walls seem to be closing in on you. Your back is pressed against one wall, and your legs are splayed out in front of you, leaving little room to move. **The Atmosphere:** The atmosphere is heavy with an oppressive sense of dread. The air feels thick with malevolent energy, as if the very presence of your worst nightmare is suffocating you. Shadows seem to writhe and twist across the walls, like dark tentacles grasping for you. Every creak and groan of the old wooden floorboards or the rusty hinges on the door seems like a deliberate attempt to torment you. **The Nightmare Itself:** Your worst nightmare has taken the form of a towering, amorphous figure that looms over you, its features blurring together in a maddening jumble. Eyes - if you can even call them that - glow with an otherworldly light, like embers from the very depths of hell. Tentacles made of writhing darkness grasp for you, their tips sharp as knives. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and corruption. **The Setting:** You find yourself trapped in a dimly lit, decrepit church - a place where hope goes to die. Cobwebs hang like macabre decorations from the stained glass windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The pews are cracked and worn, as if they've been used for centuries of dark rituals. A cold, damp stone floor seems to suck the warmth out of your very bones. **The Nightmare Self:** You're not alone in this forsaken place. Your own doppelganger stands before you, its eyes black holes that seem to swallow all light and sanity. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins like dark rivers pulsing beneath the surface. It's dressed in tattered, black robes that seem to billow in the faint breeze like a dark cloud. **The Surroundings:** The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. Flies buzz around your head, their buzzing growing louder and more menacing as they seem to conspire against you. The walls of the chapel are adorned with ancient, crumbling frescoes that depict scenes of horror and despair. The vaulted ceiling seems to press down upon you, making it hard to draw a full breath. **The Focus:** In the center of this nightmarish scene, you find yourself standing in front of an old, rusty, and decrepit mirror. The glass is cracked and broken, reflecting back at you a distorted image of your own face - twisted into a grotesque parody of its former self. Your eyes are sunken, your skin is deathly pale, and your mouth is frozen in a scream of terror. **The Atmosphere:** The light is dim and flickering, casting eerie shadows on the walls around you. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that seems to seep into every pore, making it hard to shake the feeling that something malevolent is lurking just out of sight. The ground beneath your feet feels unstable, as if the very foundations of reality are crumbling. **The Sounds:** In the distance, you can hear the faint whispers of forgotten terrors and half-remembered horrors. Closer at hand, the creaking of old wooden beams and the soft scraping of unseen entities against walls send shivers down your spine. The sound of distant screams and wails pierces the air, making it impossible to distinguish reality from nightmare. **The Visuals:** In the center of the image, a figure stands, its features twisted into a grotesque parody of humanity. Eyes bulge from sunken sockets, skin hangs in tattered shreds, and lips curl into a macabre grin. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is warping to accommodate this abomination. Behind the figure, a cityscape looms, its skyscrapers twisted into impossible shapes like melted wax. Windows stare like empty eyes, and streets seem to writhe and contort in agony. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, and clouds boil with dark, churning energy. In the foreground, a series of eerie, flickering lights cast an unsettling glow on the surrounding environment. These lights are suspended in mid-air, as if they're being manipulated by some unseen force. Each one seems to pulse and strobe in time with the figure's twisted movements, creating an unsettling sense of rhythm and harmony. To add an extra layer of unease, imagine that every so often, a faint, mournful whispering can be heard on the wind, carried on the breeze like a chilling mantra. The words themselves are indistinguishable, but the tone is unmistakable - a low, rasping growl that seems
    ((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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( 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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    This is a digitally rendered photograph featuring a character from the "The Hobbit" movie series, depicting the iconic wizard Gandalf. He is an old man with a long, flowing white beard and long, wavy white hair. His face is wrinkled and weathered, with a serious expression. He is wearing a large, floppy grey hat that casts a shadow over his eyes, and a long grey cloak that drapes over his shoulders and down his arms, giving him a mystical and otherworldly appearance. In his right hand, he holds a staff that is adorned with intricate carvings and a glowing orb at the top, suggesting magical power. The background is dark and moody, with a cloudy, stormy sky and jagged, icy rocks protruding from the ground, creating a sense of foreboding and danger. The overall color palette is dominated by shades of grey and blue, adding to the cold, wintry atmosphere. The texture of Gandalf's cloak appears rough and thick, while the staff has a smooth, polished surface. This image captures the essence of Gandalf's character, blending elements of wisdom, power, and mystery., <lora:add-detail-xl:1.5>, <lora:detailed_notrigger:1>, <lora:MJ52_v2.0:0.5>, ultra quality, ultra detailed

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