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    A (painting:1.6) view of Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (oil painting:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.2), and (canvas texture:1.1), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate details, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. MARTIUS_STORM BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've fled. On this awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul justice and truth caressed. , mournful after image, north american indigenous women themes, double exposure, memories in the back of her mind, memories echo image, echo image, refection, sidelit, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> candid photography, Getty Images quality photograph, sad but warm endearing photograph contrasted by melancholy terror and regret , multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, very slow shutter speed to capture motion, experimental coloured lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of water, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, without leves, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of a nearby river, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A (painting:1.6) view of Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (oil painting:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.2), and (canvas texture:1.1), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate details, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. MARTIUS_STORM BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A surreal depiction of the quest for equality, represented by a vast, ((endless staircase winding through the clouds)), with diverse people climbing together toward a shining, elusive doorway at the top. The scene blends elements of fantasy and reality, with barriers along the path symbolizing various social obstacles. The mood is hopeful yet challenging, with ethereal lighting and symbolic motifs scattered throughout. OverallDetailXL <lora:SDXLFaeTastic2400:0.4> <lora:DetailMaximizer:0.55> detailmaximizer <lora:Flux-style-xl-lora:0.7> flux-style Abstract illustration, surreal fractured landscape, twilight sky with deep indigo to fiery orange gradient, towering geometric shapes resembling shattered glass and steel beams, inner light glowing within structures, dark polished surface reflecting light, ethereal swirling fog in muted purples and blues, vibrant golds and reds in the distance, bursts of light and shadow creating dynamic contrast, white beam of light piercing the sky symbolizing memory and hope, abstract expressionism and digital futurism hybrid, bold colors with intense reds, blacks, golds, and silver, light casting long stretched shadows, broad sweeping brushstroke textures enhanced with digital precision, mist swirling at the base of the scene, radiant sky evoking reflection and honor, powerful and dramatic atmosphere, emotional tribute to 9/11 without banality or figures.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic:1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of a nearby river, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic:1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of a nearby river, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of a nearby river, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of a nearby river, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of water, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, without leves, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    A (painting:1.6) view of Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (oil painting:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.2), and (canvas texture:1.1), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate details, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. MARTIUS_STORM BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    Title: Elemental Harmony Description: A captivating spectacle unfolds in this 8K UHD HDR masterpiece. Witness the dance of the four elements - fire, water, earth and air - intertwined in a cinematic three-quarter perspective with mesmerizing depth of field. The elements: Fire: A fiery phoenix, its graceful feathers burning, rises to the sky, symbolizing rebirth. Water: Mighty Neptune emerges from the crashing waves, his detailed form embodying an endless flow. Earth: A colossal giant sculpted from earth stands resolute, with wisdom etched on his face. Air: a breathtaking woman dancing among clouds, personifying freedom and inspiration. composition: The figures form a dynamic spiral, moving in sync while retaining their individuality. The phoenix orbits Neptune, illuminating it. Neptune raises water, dousing the giant and the woman. The giant serves as the base of the dance while the woman floats above Visual Style: Cinematic lighting and contrasting colors emphasize the dynamics of the elements. The fire burns brightly, the water glistens coolly, the earth shows deep browns, and the air boasts soft whites and blues Optional details: Subtle landscape elements such as mountains, forests, rivers or clouds can enrich the scene. Symbolic elements representing balance, the cycle of life or unity may be considered General purpose: This award-winning photography captures the beauty and power of the elements in a harmonious dance
    Title: Elemental Harmony Description: A captivating spectacle unfolds in this 8K UHD HDR masterpiece. Witness the dance of the four elements - fire, water, earth and air - intertwined in a cinematic three-quarter perspective with mesmerizing depth of field. The elements: Fire: A fiery phoenix, its graceful feathers burning, rises to the sky, symbolizing rebirth. Water: Mighty Neptune emerges from the crashing waves, his detailed form embodying an endless flow. Earth: A colossal giant sculpted from earth stands resolute, with wisdom etched on his face. Air: a breathtaking woman dancing among clouds, personifying freedom and inspiration. composition: The figures form a dynamic spiral, moving in sync while retaining their individuality. The phoenix orbits Neptune, illuminating it. Neptune raises water, dousing the giant and the woman. The giant serves as the base of the dance while the woman floats above Visual Style: Cinematic lighting and contrasting colors emphasize the dynamics of the elements. The fire burns brightly, the water glistens coolly, the earth shows deep browns, and the air boasts soft whites and blues Optional details: Subtle landscape elements such as mountains, forests, rivers or clouds can enrich the scene. Symbolic elements representing balance, the cycle of life or unity may be considered General purpose: This award-winning photography captures the beauty and power of the elements in a harmonious dance
    Artwork, anime, cyberpunk, Vibrant Sharp style. A lone dirt path winds through an endless field of golden wheat, leading toward the distant horizon where the sky erupts in a symphony of billowing clouds. Towering formations of cumulus clouds dominate the sky, painted in striking shades of white and deep blue, their voluminous textures masterfully rendered to create depth and movement. Streaks of light pierce through the atmosphere, illuminating patches of the golden field below, highlighting the intricate details of individual wheat stalks swaying in the wind. The perspective draws the viewer's eye toward the vanishing point, creating a sense of vastness and endless possibility. Rendered in a highly detailed, anime-inspired semi-realistic style, this composition captures the breathtaking majesty of an open landscape, where the sky and earth converge in a display of nature's raw beauty.
    Behold the god, celestial grace, A figure sharp in timeless space. With piercing eyes, like stars confined, Their gaze cuts deep, through heart and mind. Their features honed, a sculptor’s dream, Each line precise, a radiant gleam. Hair cascades, both wild and tame, A crown of light, of endless flame. Impeccably dressed, in threads divine, Each stitch a tale, each fold a sign. Silken robes, in hues of white, Glow softly in the blinding light. Against the blank, unbroken hue, Their presence vast, their form askew. A being born of sky and lore, A Final Fantasy to adore. In this portrait, gods descend, Where mortal visions start and end. A masterpiece, both fierce and odd, The sharp perfection of a god
    Behold the god, celestial grace, A figure sharp in timeless space. With piercing eyes, like stars confined, Their gaze cuts deep, through heart and mind. Their features honed, a sculptor’s dream, Each line precise, a radiant gleam. Hair cascades, both wild and tame, A crown of light, of endless flame. Impeccably dressed, in threads divine, Each stitch a tale, each fold a sign. Silken robes, in hues of white, Glow softly in the blinding light. Against the blank, unbroken hue, Their presence vast, their form askew. A being born of sky and lore, A Final Fantasy to adore. In this portrait, gods descend, Where mortal visions start and end. A masterpiece, both fierce and odd, The sharp perfection of a god
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Being Trapped": **Title:** "Caged In" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at night. The trees are twisted and gnarled, with thick vines and thorny branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers. **Protagonist:** A young adult (18-25 years old), dressed in casual clothing (e.g., jeans, t-shirt, sneakers). They're standing in the center of a clearing, surrounded by the forest's darkness. Their face is contorted with fear and panic. **The Trap:** The protagonist is trapped in a massive, ancient tree stump that has been transformed into a giant cage. The bars are thick, rusty iron, and they seem to be made from the very trees themselves. The cage is covered in vines and moss, making it almost invisible at first glance. **Nightmarish Elements:** 1. **Spiders:** Thousands of tiny, glowing spiders (bioluminescent) are crawling all over the tree stump, their eyes fixed on the protagonist with an unblinking stare. 2. **Thorns:** The cage is covered in thick, barbed thorns that seem to be reaching out to grab the protagonist's skin. They're a deep, blood-like red color and appear to be pulsing with a malevolent energy. 3. **Shadows:** Dark, twisted shadows writhe across the ground, as if the very forest itself is alive and trying to consume the protagonist. 4. **The Prison:** The tree stump has become a prison cell, with thick, gnarled bars that seem to be slowly closing in on the protagonist like a vise. The walls are cracked and crumbling, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. 5. **The Protagonist's Desperation:** The protagonist is shown trapped within the cage, their face contorted with fear and desperation as they try to escape from the crushing nightmare. Image Prompt: Imagine a dark, eerie forest at night, with tall trees looming above like skeletal fingers. In the center of this foreboding landscape stands an ancient tree stump, its bark twisted and gnarled like the roots of some malevolent force. The stump has become a prison cell, with thick bars that seem to be slowly closing in on our protagonist. The protagonist, a figure shrouded in shadows, is trapped within the cage. Their face contorted with fear and desperation, their eyes wide with terror as they realize they're stuck, unable to escape the crushing nightmare. The air around them is thick with mist, like the breath of some ancient beast that's watching from the darkness. In the foreground, the ground is overgrown with thorny vines and dead leaves, like a grave yard for forgotten dreams. In the distance, the trees seem to be closing in, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers, as if trying to snatch our protagonist back into the nightmare. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, like the glow of embers from a dying fire. The moon, if it exists at all, is hidden behind a veil of dark clouds, leaving only an eerie, flickering light to cast long shadows across the ground. In the center of the image, our protagonist stands frozen in terror, their face contorted into a mask of despair as they gaze out at the oppressive landscape. Their arms are raised above their head, as if trying to reach for something just out of grasp, while their legs are splayed wide, as if rooted to the spot. The ground beneath them is dry, cracked earth, like the surface of a long-abandoned well. The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted and warped by the nightmare's dark power. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for the trapped individual like bony claws. The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. Lightning cracks across the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. In the foreground, the ground seems to be pulling inward, as if it's trying to suck the trapped individual down into some dark, abyssal void. The air is thick with a noxious, choking fog that makes it hard to breathe, and the sound of distant screams and wails echoes through the mist like a chorus of tormented souls. The trapped individual is shown in mid-desperation, their arms flailing wildly as they try to escape the crushing weight of the collapsing ground. Their face contorts in a mixture of fear, panic, and despair as they realize that there's no way out - they're trapped forever in this waking nightmare. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for victims to ensnare them in a never-ending cycle of terror. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with clouds that appear to be made of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. In the foreground, the ground itself appears to be shifting and buckling underfoot, like a living thing trying to crush the protagonist. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that obscures all sense of direction or escape, making it impossible for the dreamer to find their way out of this waking horror. Additional details: * The nightmare takes place in a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape where crumbling buildings and twisted metal scraps dot the horizon like skeletal remains. * The protagonist finds themselves trapped in a labyrinthine maze of twisted steel beams and shattered concrete, with no visible exits or escape routes. * As they struggle to free themselves, the walls begin to close in on them, the cold darkness pressing down like an invisible force. * Flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the nightmare itself is watching their every move. * Every attempt to find a way out only leads to more confusion and disorientation - corridors loop back on themselves, doors lead to dead ends, and stairwells seem to vanish into thin air. * The atmosphere is heavy with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. * In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. Image Prompt: Imagine yourself trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of dark corridors, crumbling walls, and twisted stairwells. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. You're surrounded by flickering fluorescent lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem like the walls themselves are twisting and writhing in agony. Every step you take leads only to more twists and turns, with no escape in sight. In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. You can almost taste the sweet promise of freedom, only to have it snatched away as you're forced to turn back into the darkness. As you stumble through the maze, the walls begin to close in around you like a vise. The air grows thick with an oppressive heaviness, making every breath feel like a struggle. Shadows writhe across the ground like living things, taunting you with their elusiveness. In this hellish labyrinth, every door you open leads only to more doors, each one slamming shut behind you like the sound of a trap snapping shut. The farther you go, the more lost you become in a sea of identical corridors and dead-end alleys. Your own reflections stare back at you from the darkness, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that seems to pulse in sync with your racing heartbeat. Every step you take feels like a desperate bid for freedom, only to be met with another dead end or a door that refuses to budge. The walls seem to press in on you, their cold, damp stone exuding a malevolent energy that seeps into your very bones. You can't shake the feeling that you're being slowly squeezed to death, trapped in this endless labyrinth of shadows and terrors. In the distance, you see flashes of darkness coalescing into grotesque forms: grasping hands, snapping jaws, and unblinking eyes. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and decay, and every breath you take feels like a desperate attempt to fill your lungs with something other than the stench of your own despair. As you twist and turn through the darkness, the walls seem to shift and writhe around you, like some malevolent entity trying to confine you. You can't shake the feeling that you're being herded towards some terrible fate, like a rat in a maze, with no escape from the abyss of terror that awaits. The image should evoke a sense of claustrophobic dread, as if you're trapped in a never-ending nightmare from which there's no awakening. The darkness itself seems to have taken on a life of its own, twisting and contorting around you like some living, sentient thing. Some possible visual elements to include: * A narrow, winding corridor or tunnel that stretches out before you, with no visible exit * Walls made of dark, damp stone or rusty metal bars that seem to close in on you as you move forward * Flickering torches or distant lights that cast eerie shadows and make the darkness seem even more oppressive * A sense of perpetual motion, as if you're trapped in a never-ending cycle of walking, running, or crawling through the dark passage * A feeling of claustrophobia or ent
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    Behold the god, celestial grace, A figure sharp in timeless space. With piercing eyes, like stars confined, Their gaze cuts deep, through heart and mind. Their features honed, a sculptor’s dream, Each line precise, a radiant gleam. Hair cascades, both wild and tame, A crown of light, of endless flame. Impeccably dressed, in threads divine, Each stitch a tale, each fold a sign. Silken robes, in hues of white, Glow softly in the blinding light. Against the blank, unbroken hue, Their presence vast, their form askew. A being born of sky and lore, A Final Fantasy to adore. In this portrait, gods descend, Where mortal visions start and end. A masterpiece, both fierce and odd, The sharp perfection of a god
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, echo image, 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 photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. MARTIUS_STORM BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK (night:2.0) A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've fled. On this awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul justice and truth caressed. , mournful after image, double exposure, memories in the back of her mind, memories echo image, echo image, refection, sidelit, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> candid photography, Getty Images quality photograph, sad but warm endearing photograph contrasted by melancholy terror and regret , multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, very slow shutter speed to capture motion, experimental coloured lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    Picture a captivating scene captured through the lens of a Canon EOS 5D Mark III, where a black beach stretches endlessly before you, its dark sands contrasting starkly with the frothy white waves crashing upon the shore. The minimalist abstraction (1.2) of the landscape is enhanced by the subtle gradient backdrop (1.1), casting a tranquil yet evocative (1.2) ambiance over the scene. In the distance, majestic mountains rise against the horizon, their peaks shrouded in misty clouds, creating a surreal calm (1.1) that envelops the viewer. This conceptual portraiture (1.3) of nature plays on perception (1.2), inviting contemplation of the juxtaposition between land and sea. Through a play on visual metaphor (1.3), the photograph captures a moment of serene beauty amidst the vastness of the coastal landscape. The exposure settings of 1/160s, f/8, ISO 100 ensure optimal clarity and detail, while the subtle vignette effect, blending shades of black, light blue, and white, adds depth and drama to the composition, drawing the viewer's gaze towards the center of the frame where the contrasting elements of land, sea, and sky converge in perfect harmony.
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    Capture the ethereal beauty of a breathtaking sunrise over a misty meadow, where the first rays of dawn pierce through the lingering mist, casting a warm, golden glow over the tranquil landscape. The meadow is blanketed in a delicate layer of dew, glistening like a sea of diamonds under the soft, diffused light. Wisps of mist swirl and dance around the dew-kissed grass, adding a touch of mystery and enchantment to the scene. In the distance, majestic mountains loom, their silhouettes etched against the vibrant canvas of the sky painted in hues of pink, orange, and gold as the sun rises in all its glory, promising a new day filled with endless possibilities. The serene beauty of the sunrise and the peacefulness of the meadow evoke a sense of calm and renewal, inviting the viewer to bask in the tranquility of this magical moment.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Rembrandt lighting , 8k, HDR, Rembrandt lighting, 1bear, polar bear, majestic beast, white fur, icy blue eyes, standing on a glacier, chilly arctic wind, snowflakes swirling around, crisp clear sky, vast and endless snowy landscape, mirror-like reflection on the ice, distant mountains, shimmering northern lights, majestic solitude, captivating arctic wilderness. mirror image <lora:scenery:0.4> <lora:test003_2:-1> <lora:volibearV1:0.4>
    The self-reflective iron lady stands amid the moonlit beach, her womanly figure clad in a flowing white dress and high-heeled sandals, capturing the full moon hanging low in the sky as she gazes at the waves, wearing a delicate silver necklace that adorns her as one hand rests on a weathered driftwood log; her contemplative expression suggesting a deep connection with the natural beauty and endless expanse of both sea and sand. Selfiron <lora:jtphkp18f5337599ayab7:1>
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic:1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. A hyper-realistic view from the Danube River in the late afternoon. The two-level stone embankment, made of cubic blocks, lines the riverfront. Close to the shore, the Orthodox Church of the Assumption stands around 20-30 meters from the top of the embankment, along with a few nearby houses. The rest of the town, including the twin towers of Saint Anne’s Catholic Church, sits further inland, their silhouettes visible in the distance. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. Beyond the church, slightly farther inland, the large industrial buildings of Apatinska Pivara are visible, with their recognizable brewery structures, adding a touch of industrial presence to the town. Small boats float gently along the calm river, and the warm sunlight casts long shadows across the landscape. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK Andor Basch, volumetric fog, tonalism, insane details, cinematic light, detailed, color grading, post processing, sunrise <lora:Instant_landscaper_XL:0.7>
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    An absolutely mesmerizing sunset on the beach with a mix of orange, red, pink and yellow in the sky. The water is crystal clear, gently kissing the shore, and the sandy beach is endless. The scene is dynamic and breathtaking, with seagulls soaring high in the air and palm trees gently swaying. Immerse yourself in the calm atmosphere and let the tranquil surroundings surround you.wtrcolor style BadDream, fluxenh4nce, otclillsn, ral-ertmsphr, carcosa city style
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, 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
    <lora:md2034:0.5> triggering, blood splatter, poster_\(medium\), Intense looking but attractive woman wearing black militaristic uniform stands in front of endless rows of battle tanks and a city, aircraft are seen flying above, emblem, red sky, (simple_background:1.3), symmetry,(no_humans:1.3),, (masterpiece:1.3), (best_quality:1.3), (ultra_detailed:1.3), 8k, extremely_clear, realism, (ultrarealistic:1.3),, insane details, intricate details, hyperdetailed, ultra detailed, extreme detailed, highest detailed, high_detail, epic, attention getting, hdr, photorealistic, highres, ultra_high_res, photography, aesthetic, extremely_delicate, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, Ellis-RealismBoost, epiCRealism
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Artwork, anime, cyberpunk, Vibrant Sharp style. A lone dirt path winds through an endless field of golden wheat, leading toward the distant horizon where the sky erupts in a symphony of billowing clouds. Towering formations of cumulus clouds dominate the sky, painted in striking shades of white and deep blue, their voluminous textures masterfully rendered to create depth and movement. Streaks of light pierce through the atmosphere, illuminating patches of the golden field below, highlighting the intricate details of individual wheat stalks swaying in the wind. The perspective draws the viewer's eye toward the vanishing point, creating a sense of vastness and endless possibility. Rendered in a highly detailed, anime-inspired semi-realistic style, this composition captures the breathtaking majesty of an open landscape, where the sky and earth converge in a display of nature's raw beauty.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've fled. On this awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul justice and truth caressed. , mournful after image, north american indigenous women themes, double exposure, memories in the back of her mind, memories echo image, echo image, refection, sidelit, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> candid photography, Getty Images quality photograph, sad but warm endearing photograph contrasted by melancholy terror and regret , multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, very slow shutter speed to capture motion, experimental coloured lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    In a dynamic graphic novel panel, a scene of rugged beauty unfolds. A resolute straddlebuck (cowgirl), her stetson (wide-brimmed hat) resting beside a weathered hayrack, sits perched atop the crimson iron bronco's napsack (plow). The golden hour bathes the frontier in a warm glow, sun rays catching the glint of determination in her amber orbs (brown eyes). Every detail is meticulously rendered, with bold lines and dynamic angles capturing the worn texture of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots) as her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) whips in the zephyr's caress (gentle breeze). The endless cerulean canvas (blue sky) stretches before her, splashed with fiery hues of orange and pink. A weathered wooden barn, its paint peeling like sunburnt skin, stands sentinel in the foreground. A close-up panel reveals its large oaken door, adorned with rusty iron hinges, hanging slightly ajar, hinting at the life within. This panel radiates a sense of rustic charm and quiet determination, a straddlebuck in perfect harmony with the land she wrangles (works). But a hint of her lineage peeks through. Tucked into the pocket of her chaps is a worn leather coin purse, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords - a subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves rather than tamed the plains.
    award winning adventure-themed photograph, colored photography, fragmented landscape of floating islands in an endless sky, exploration, mysterious, magical, cracked, crisscrossed by cracks, rim lighting, volumetric, trending on art station, 8k resolution
    Here's a detailed image prompt for a "worst nightmare": **Title:** The Never-Ending Descent into Madness **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest with twisted, gnarled trees that seem to writhe and twist in agony. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. **Main Subject:** In the center of the image, a figure (perhaps a young adult or child) stands frozen in terror, surrounded by an aura of desperation. Their face contorts in a mixture of fear, panic, and despair as they stare up at... **The Sky:** A dark, foreboding cloud bank looms above, with lightning bolts striking the ground mere feet away from the figure's toes. The sky is a sickly shade of green, like a poisonous gas seeping into their world. **Additional Elements:** * To the left of the figure, a swarm of grotesque, winged creatures (like giant moths or bats) flutter and writhe in agony, as if they're being consumed by some dark force. * In the distance, a cityscape is on fire, with flames engulfing towering skyscrapers and burning debris falling like rain from the sky. The buildings seem to be melting like wax, their structures warping and twisting into impossible shapes. * At the figure's feet, a sea of razor-sharp, jagged rocks stretches out, each one pulsing with an otherworldly energy that seems to be drawing them in. * In the background, a dark, swirling vortex appears to be pulling everything towards it, like a sinkhole or a whirlpool. The edges of this vortex seem to be made of some kind of twisted, nightmarish fabric that's slowly unraveling. * Everywhere you look, there are signs of chaos and destruction: shattered glass, torn metal, splintered wood. It's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling, leaving only darkness and terror in its wake. **Composition** The image should be a dark, foreboding landscape that captures the essence of the "worst nightmare". The focal point could be a figure (perhaps yourself or someone you know) trapped in this apocalyptic scene. The figure's face should convey fear, panic, and despair - as if they're unable to escape their own worst fears. **Lighting** The lighting should be dim, with only faint, flickering glows coming from unknown sources. This could be achieved through the use of dark blues and purples, with occasional flashes of eerie green or orange hues. The overall effect should be one of unease and disorientation. **Background** The background should feature a twisted, nightmarish landscape that's both familiar and yet utterly alien. Imagine a world where buildings are distorted, like they're melting or being consumed by some unseen force. Trees could be twisted into grotesque shapes, their branches grasping for the figure as if to ensnare them. The sky above should be a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that resemble dark, billowy curtains. **Central Figure** At the heart of this worst nightmare lies the central figure: you, yourself. You're trapped in this twisted world, with no clear escape route in sight. Your face is contorted in a mixture of fear and despair, your eyes wide with terror as you gaze upon the horrors around you. Your body is frozen in place, unable to move or flee from the terrors that surround you. **Surrounding Horrors** To your left stands a twisted, gnarled tree with branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers, its trunk covered in dark, pulsing veins that appear to be pumping a noxious, greenish fluid. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, making it hard to breathe. Before you lies a lake of stagnant water, its surface slick and oily, with ripples that seem to move of their own accord. On the far side of the lake stands an abandoned asylum, its walls cracked and crumbling, its windows like empty eye sockets staring back at you. To your right looms a giant, imposing structure that appears to be made from a tangle of razor-sharp metal rods and twisted pipes. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is being warped by the sheer malevolence emanating from within. **Atmosphere and Lighting** The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow-green, like the color of pus or bile. Dark clouds swirl through it, casting long shadows across the landscape that seem to writhe and twist like living things. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. The only light comes from flickering torches placed at irregular intervals along the ground, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding structures. Each torch seems to cast a different color of light: some are bright orange, others are sickly green or yellow, and a few seem to be emitting a dark, smoky purple haze. **Main Image** In the center of this twisted landscape stands a massive, ancient tree with branches that seem to writhe and twist like snakes. The trunk of the tree is covered in thick, thorny vines that appear to be alive, as if they're crawling off the tree's bark. The leaves are dry and crackling, like old parchment. At the base of the tree, a figure cowers in terror - it's you. Your skin is deathly pale, and your eyes are sunken with fear. Your hair is disheveled, and your clothes are tattered and stained with dark, murky liquid (like mud or oil). You're surrounded by a halo of darkness, as if the very air around you is toxic. **Surrounding Environment** The ground beneath your feet appears to be a thick, gelatinous substance that's slowly oozing out like a morbid, pulsing wound. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and rot, making it hard to breathe. Twisted, gnarled tree branches reach out like skeletal fingers, their bark cracked and peeling away like old, rotten skin. **Atmospheric Conditions** The sky above is a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist in agony. The air is thick with an unnatural, electric tension, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as if charged with static electricity. A faint, flickering light seems to emanate from the very fabric of reality itself, casting long, ominous shadows across the landscape. **The Nightmare Itself** At the center of this waking horror stands a twisted, grotesque figure - your own worst nightmare brought to life. Its face is a distorted reflection of your deepest fears, with eyes that burn with an otherworldly intensity. The air around it seems to ripple and distort, as if reality itself is bending and warping to accommodate the sheer malevolence emanating from this creature. The figure's body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils, like some kind of dark, organic machinery. These tendrils seem to be constantly shifting and reforming, as if they're alive and actively seeking to ensnare and consume everything around them. The very ground beneath your feet appears to be trembling and cracking, as if the earth itself is trying to shake off this monstrous presence. In the background, a cityscape or town is visible, but it's distorted and twisted, like a funhouse mirror reflecting a grotesque image. Buildings seem to melt and flow together, their windows glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. The sky above is a deep, bloody red, like a wound that won't heal. As you gaze upon this worst nightmare, the air seems to grow colder, the shadows twisting into grasping fingers that reach out to ensnare you. The wind whispers a maddening chant in your ear, the words indistinguishable but the malevolent intent clear as crystal. Your heart races with terror, your breath coming in ragged gasps. In this worst nightmare, the rules of reality no longer apply. Time and space are distorted, allowing for impossible feats to occur. The laws of physics are mere suggestions, ignored by the monstrous entities that lurk just beyond the edge of perception. Your worst nightmare is a realm where: * Dark, twisted forests stretch towards the sky like grasping fingers, their branches creaking with an otherworldly language. * Cursed creatures lurk in every shadow, their eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. They move with an unnatural silence, their very presence causing your skin to crawl. * The air is heavy with the stench of decay and corruption, as if the very fabric of reality was rotting away. * Every step you take feels like a minefield, with hidden dangers waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims. * Time itself seems distorted, with moments repeating themselves in an endless cycle of terror and despair. In this worst nightmare: * You're trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of twisting corridors and dark, foreboding chambers. Every door you open leads only to more terrors and horrors. * The walls seem to shift and writhe like living things, as if they're trying to crush you beneath their weight. * Shadows move of their own accord, coalescing into twisted, grasping fingers that reach out to snatch at your ankles. * The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, making it hard to breathe or think straight. * Every sound becomes a cymbal crash in your ears, from the distant howling of wolves to the screams of those around you. * Your own voice seems to come from somewhere else, echoing back at you in a hollow, mirthless tone that only adds to the sense
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
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    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Missing Falling": **Title:** "The Gravity Gap" **Visual Description:** Imagine a dark, eerie forest where the trees are twisted and gnarled, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching up towards the sky. In the center of this foreboding landscape, a massive chasm stretches out, its edges crumbling and unstable. The ground around it is cracked and barren, as if the very earth itself has been torn apart. In the distance, a figure tumbles through the air, their body contorted in a futile attempt to arrest their fall. Their arms and legs are splayed at impossible angles, like a rag doll dropped from a great height. Time seems to have slowed around them, as if they're trapped in a perpetual moment of weightlessness. The falling person's face is frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide with terror as they realize the gravity – literally – has given way. Their clothes are tattered and fluttering, like torn flags in a hurricane. The surrounding air is thick with dust and debris, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. In the background, the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple, like the belly of some ancient beast awakening from a long slumber. Clouds twist and writhe like serpents, their tendrils reaching out to ensnare the falling figure. The landscape below is a jumbled mess of broken buildings, shattered trees, and twisted metal – as if the earth itself has been torn asunder. The overall mood of this image prompt is one of apocalyptic dread, with a sense of weightlessness and disorientation. The viewer should feel like they're trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from the crushing gravity that's pulling everything down. Composition: * The main focus of the piece should be on the falling figure, with plenty of negative space around them to emphasize their isolation. * The sky above should dominate the top third of the image, with dark clouds and twisted lightning bolts adding to the sense of unease. * The earth below should be depicted as a twisted, nightmarish landscape – think jagged rocks, twisted tree roots, and shattered glass. The viewer's eye should be drawn to the figure's descent into this chaos. * Lighting: Use a combination of warm and cool colors to create an eerie glow. Consider using flickering candles or lanterns scattered throughout the image to add to the sense of unease. **Image Prompt:** "A Nightmare About Missing Falling" **Composition:** The majority of the image should be consumed by a dark, swirling vortex that seems to be pulling everything towards it. In the center of this whirlpool, a figure (perhaps a person or an object) is depicted in mid-descent, as if they're being sucked down into the abyss. **The Falling Figure:** This central figure should be distorted, elongated, and twisted in ways that defy gravity's laws. Their limbs could be stretched out like rubber bands, while their face contorts into a mix of fear, confusion, and resignation. The figure's features might be blurred or disfigured, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. **The Vortex:** The swirling vortex should be depicted in vivid, chaotic colors - think purples, blues, and greens - with tendrils of darkness curling outward like grasping fingers. It could be surrounded by a halo of flickering lights or eerie, pulsing orbs that seem to be pulling the figure down. **The Falling:** In the background, imagine a cityscape or landscape in disarray, with buildings crumbling, trees snapping, and debris crashing to the ground. The once-solid earth might now resemble a loose, sandy dune, as if everything is about to give way. You could also include wispy clouds that seem to be unraveling like cotton candy, or a dark, foreboding storm cloud looming on the horizon. **The Figure:** In the foreground, picture a person (perhaps the protagonist of this nightmare) with their arms and legs splayed out in every direction, as if they're trying to catch themselves mid-fall. Their face might be contorted in a mixture of shock, fear, and despair, with tears streaming down their cheeks. **The Missing:** Notice that the figure's body is slowly disappearing into thin air, leaving only a faint outline or ghostly impression behind. The more they struggle to hold onto something - anything - the more it seems to vanish, like sand between their fingers. Their clothes might be tattered and fluttering away in the windless void. **The Falling:** Envision the surrounding environment as a seemingly endless expanse of grayish-blue mist, with wispy tendrils curling out from the center like tentacles. The air is heavy with an eerie, static electricity that makes your skin prickle. Amidst this featureless nothingness, tiny, glowing specks - like lost sparks from a forgotten firework - begin to fall, dropping from the "sky" (if you can even call it that) like tears of the heavens. **Additional Details:** * The protagonist's face is contorted in a mixture of fear and desperation, their eyes wide with a sense of disbelieving horror. * Their body language conveys the feeling that they're trying to grasp something just out of reach, with arms stretched up and outwards like a diver about to break the surface tension. * The air around them appears to be distorted, as if reality itself is bending and warping in response to their distress. Flickering, eerie shadows dance across their skin, making it seem like they're being slowly consumed by the abyss of nothingness. * In the distance, a faint, flickering light - perhaps from a dying candle or a forgotten lantern - casts an otherworldly glow, illuminating the protagonist's anguished face and casting long, ominous shadows on the ground around them. **Image Prompt:** "A dreamer stands at the edge of a precipice, arms outstretched like a diver on the cusp of a great leap. But instead of water, they're poised above a seemingly endless expanse of nothingness - no ground, no air, just a void that seems to yawn open like a hungry mouth. The dreamer's face is contorted in a mix of terror and desperation as they realize their footing has given way beneath them, and they're now teetering on the brink of falling into the abyss. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, like the first hint of dawn after a long, dark night. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, like the very fabric of reality is unraveling before their eyes. In the distance, the dreamer sees a glimmer of something - could it be hope? A faint light flickering like a firefly's glow, beckoning them towards... what? The ground beneath their feet has become a tangled mess of thorny vines and twisted roots, making every step feel like a struggle to stay upright. The air is filled with the whispers of forgotten memories and half-remembered fears. As they look down into the void, they see a swirling maelstrom of shadows and silhouettes, like dark tendrils reaching up to ensnare them. Is it a descent into madness or a quest for answers? Image prompt: Imagine a dreamlike scenario where you're standing at the edge of a vast, crumbling cliffside. The air is thick with an otherworldly mist that seems to writhe and twist around your ankles like living vines. Below, the ground gives way to a seemingly endless expanse of darkness, punctuated by flashes of eerie light. In the distance, you see the faint outline of buildings, their walls crumbling like sandcastles in the wind. The sky above is a sickly yellow-green hue, with clouds that seem to be actively unraveling themselves like tapestries torn asunder. As you gaze out at this desolate landscape, you notice that the air around you begins to distort and ripple like water on a summer day. The mist coils tighter, forming what looks like grasping fingers or tendrils of some unseen force. Suddenly, tiny, swirling clouds form in mid-air, each containing miniature versions of yourself - small, desperate, and terrified. These mini-you's are frantically trying to grab at the air around you, as if attempting to claw their way back up into your body. Meanwhile, the ground beneath your feet begins to dissolve like sugar in a cup of coffee. You feel it happening, but can't quite grasp what's happening - it's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling before your eyes. Now, imagine that this entire surreal scene is unfolding within a dream. You're lying in bed, and in your sleep-addled brain, you're concocting this bizarre, disorienting nightmare about missing falling. **Image Prompt:** In the foreground, create a dark, misty atmosphere with faint outlines of buildings and trees in the distance. The ground is a swirling vortex of gray and black, like a whirlpool sucking everything down into its depths. In the center of the image, depict yourself standing at the edge of this churning void, your back to us (the viewer). Your arms are outstretched, as if you're trying to grasp something or hold onto your sanity. Your face is contorted in a mix of fear, confusion, and desperation. Around you, the air is filled with scraps of paper, each one bearing a single word or phrase that seems to be blowing away into the void: "Falling", "Missing", "Down", "Lost", "Freefall". These scraps are depicted as being swept up by an unseen force, as if they're being pulled towards the
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Capture the ethereal beauty of a breathtaking sunrise over a misty meadow, where the first rays of dawn pierce through the lingering mist, casting a warm, golden glow over the tranquil landscape. The meadow is blanketed in a delicate layer of dew, glistening like a sea of diamonds under the soft, diffused light. Wisps of mist swirl and dance around the dew-kissed grass, adding a touch of mystery and enchantment to the scene. In the distance, majestic mountains loom, their silhouettes etched against the vibrant canvas of the sky painted in hues of pink, orange, and gold as the sun rises in all its glory, promising a new day filled with endless possibilities. The serene beauty of the sunrise and the peacefulness of the meadow evoke a sense of calm and renewal, inviting the viewer to bask in the tranquility of this magical moment.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
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    In a dynamic graphic novel panel, a scene of rugged beauty unfolds. A resolute straddlebuck (cowgirl), her stetson (wide-brimmed hat) resting beside a weathered hayrack, sits perched atop the crimson iron bronco's napsack (plow). The golden hour bathes the frontier in a warm glow, sun rays catching the glint of determination in her amber orbs (brown eyes). Every detail is meticulously rendered, with bold lines and dynamic angles capturing the worn texture of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots) as her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) whips in the zephyr's caress (gentle breeze). The endless cerulean canvas (blue sky) stretches before her, splashed with fiery hues of orange and pink. A weathered wooden barn, its paint peeling like sunburnt skin, stands sentinel in the foreground. A close-up panel reveals its large oaken door, adorned with rusty iron hinges, hanging slightly ajar, hinting at the life within. This panel radiates a sense of rustic charm and quiet determination, a straddlebuck in perfect harmony with the land she wrangles (works). But a hint of her lineage peeks through. Tucked into the pocket of her chaps is a worn leather coin purse, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords - a subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves rather than tamed the plains.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Artwork, anime, cyberpunk, Vibrant Sharp style. A lone dirt path winds through an endless field of golden wheat, leading toward the distant horizon where the sky erupts in a symphony of billowing clouds. Towering formations of cumulus clouds dominate the sky, painted in striking shades of white and deep blue, their voluminous textures masterfully rendered to create depth and movement. Streaks of light pierce through the atmosphere, illuminating patches of the golden field below, highlighting the intricate details of individual wheat stalks swaying in the wind. The perspective draws the viewer's eye toward the vanishing point, creating a sense of vastness and endless possibility. Rendered in a highly detailed, anime-inspired semi-realistic style, this composition captures the breathtaking majesty of an open landscape, where the sky and earth converge in a display of nature's raw beauty.
    In a detailed manga panel reminiscent of a bygone era's artistry, a scene of untamed beauty unfolds. A resolute straddlebuck (cowgirl), her trusty stetson (wide-brimmed hat) crowning her head, perches atop the crimson iron bronco's (red tractor's) napsack (plow). Sunlight paints the frontier in a golden sheen, etching the steely resolve on her jaw and the glint of determination in her amber orbs (brown eyes). Every detail is meticulously captured, from the weathered hide of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots) to the way her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) dances in the zephyr's caress (gentle breeze). The boundless prairie (vast expanse) stretches before her, an endless cerulean canvas (vibrant blue sky) dotted with cotton wisps (fluffy white clouds). In the distance, rolling emerald waves (fields) shimmer under the sun's warm gaze, a testament to the life she cultivates far from the urban sprawl's grasp (city's reach). This scene emanates an aura of fortitude and autonomy, a straddlebuck in perfect harmony with the land she wrangles (works).
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    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
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    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. MARTIUS_STORM BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK (night:2.0) A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Picture a captivating scene captured through the lens of a Canon EOS 5D Mark III, where a black beach stretches endlessly before you, its dark sands contrasting starkly with the frothy white waves crashing upon the shore. The minimalist abstraction (1.2) of the landscape is enhanced by the subtle gradient backdrop (1.1), casting a tranquil yet evocative (1.2) ambiance over the scene. In the distance, majestic mountains rise against the horizon, their peaks shrouded in misty clouds, creating a surreal calm (1.1) that envelops the viewer. This conceptual portraiture (1.3) of nature plays on perception (1.2), inviting contemplation of the juxtaposition between land and sea. Through a play on visual metaphor (1.3), the photograph captures a moment of serene beauty amidst the vastness of the coastal landscape. The exposure settings of 1/160s, f/8, ISO 100 ensure optimal clarity and detail, while the subtle vignette effect, blending shades of black, light blue, and white, adds depth and drama to the composition, drawing the viewer's gaze towards the center of the frame where the contrasting elements of land, sea, and sky converge in perfect harmony.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, 1girl (medium full shot) of (lovely young woman:1.1) pirate japanese with black hair styled in twin-tails, dark brown eyes, pale skin, petite, wearing Off-white poet shirt under a burgundy waistcoat, striped trousers, bandana , bare feet, beaded jewelry, wielding boarding axe with a sharp blade and sturdy haft, ,perched on a cloud, leaning forward, caring, in a rowboat, vast expanse of open ocean stretching to the horizon, with clear blue skies above and deep blue waters below, offering endless possibilities for adventure and exploration on the high seas , at sunset Masterpiece,best quality, photorealistic, amazing quality, very aesthetic, extremely detailed face,
    A ravishing desert siren, clad in a form-fitting scarlet minidress, crouches beside her gleaming, fire-engine red roadster, as the golden desert sun casts a warm, sun-kissed glow across her porcelain skin and striking features, illuminating the delicate curves of her face and the captivating allure of her bright, inquiring eyes, set against a backdrop of endless dunes and a boundless, cerulean sky.
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've fled. On this awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul justice and truth caressed. , mournful after image, north american indigenous women themes, double exposure, memories in the back of her mind, memories echo image, echo image, refection, sidelit, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> candid photography, Getty Images quality photograph, sad but warm endearing photograph contrasted by melancholy terror and regret , multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, very slow shutter speed to capture motion, experimental coloured lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Scene & Composition: A young woman with eyes the color of molten gold stands on the precipice of a floating mountain peak. A majestic silver dragon, its dark scales shimmering with an otherworldly sheen, spreads its wings behind her, casting a vast shadow across the endless sea of clouds below. The woman clad in flowing emerald robes, gazes skyward with a resolute expression. Her hand rests on the dragon's neck, a silent promise echoing between them. The horizon stretches endlessly, dotted with other floating islands bathed in the warm glow of a distant sunrise. Technique & Palette: Utilize a dynamic and expansive style, emphasizing the vastness of the sky and the awe-inspiring nature of the dragon. Employ a soft color palette with light blues and purples for the sky, contrasting with the silver glint of the dragon's scales and the emerald green of the woman's robes. Accents of fiery orange and red can be used for the rising sun and the warm glow reflecting off the clouds. early twilights color palette Style: Fantasy anime with a focus on the bond between dragon and rider. Capture the thrill and wonder of aerial exploration, as the woman and her dragon embark on a journey beyond the clouds.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a bizarre dream": **Title:** "The Surreal Journey" **Composition:** Imagine a dreamlike scenario where the boundaries of reality are blurred. The scene is set in a fantastical landscape with rolling hills, twisted tree branches, and a sky that's a swirling vortex of colors - think of a cross between Salvador Dali's melting clocks and the psychedelic patterns of a 1960s acid trip. **Main Elements:** 1. **A figure in the distance**: Depict a lone protagonist (perhaps a silhouette or a partially obscured face) walking towards the viewer from the horizon. This character should be dressed in an outfit that's equal parts futuristic and retro, think steampunk-meets-hippie-chic. 2. **Giant, floating eggs**: Suspended above the landscape are dozens of giant, glowing eggs - some of which have already cracked open, releasing wispy tendrils that swirl around them like ethereal tentacles. The eggs should be an assortment of colors: iridescent blues and greens, fiery oranges and yellows, and deep, rich purples. 3. **Twisted, gnarled tree roots**: Throughout the landscape, visualize massive, twisted root systems sprouting from the ground. These should resemble the limbs of some ancient, mystical forest giant, with bulbous growths and strange, organic shapes. 4. **Rainbow-hued mist**: A wispy, iridescent fog should be drifting across the scene, tinted with hues of pink, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The mist should be swirling and curling around the twisted tree roots and the giant, glowing orbs (see below). 5. **Glowing orbs**: Scattered throughout the landscape are a series of glowing, ethereal orbs. These should resemble miniature versions of the aurora borealis, pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The orbs should be spaced at irregular intervals, some hovering near the ground while others float higher in the air. 6. **Surreal architecture**: In the background of the dream scene, a cityscape or town is visible, composed of buildings that defy gravity and logic. Skyscrapers twist and curl like tentacles, while houses seem to be constructed from what looks like jellyfish, their translucent bodies glowing softly in the misty light. 7. **Eccentric creatures**: Scattered throughout the dream are various eccentric creatures, each with its own bizarre features. These might include: * A rabbit with a top hat and monocle, playing a miniature violin while perched on a mushroom. * A giant, snail-like creature with iridescent shells and tentacles that seem to be conducting an invisible orchestra. * A flock of birds with the bodies of cats, their feathers ruffled like fur as they flutter and pounce through the air. 8. **Unsettling atmosphere**: The dream takes place in a world where gravity seems to be working in reverse, causing objects and characters to float upwards towards the sky. The air is thick with a strange, sweet-smelling fog that makes it difficult for the viewer to focus on any one thing for more than a few seconds. 9. **Eerie lighting**: The only light comes from glowing mushrooms scattered throughout the landscape, casting an eerie blue-green glow over everything. This light seems to be pulsing and shifting in time with the rhythm of the strange fog's movement. 10. **Surreal characters**: In this dream world, there are creatures that defy explanation - think giant, floating jellyfish-like beings that seem to be made of a shimmering, iridescent material; or humanoid figures with skin like molten lava and hair that looks like it was woven from the tendrils of a giant squid. 11. **Unsettling settings**: The dream takes place in what appears to be an endless cityscape built out of what looks like discarded playing cards, twisted paper clips, and scraps of old maps. Buildings seem to shift and writhe like living things, their walls covered in strange symbols that pulse with a soft blue light. 12. **Eerie soundscape**: The air is filled with the distant sound of whispering voices, each one speaking a different language, but somehow all blending together into a haunting melody. In the distance, you can hear the creaking of ancient wooden gates, and the muffled chime of a clock striking midnight. **Image Prompt:** "A bizarre dream" In the heart of this surreal landscape, a lone figure (you) stands before a massive, glowing portal made from swirling clouds of cotton candy. The air around you is thick with the sweet scent of spun sugar, making your mouth water in anticipation of what lies beyond the shimmering veil. To either side of the portal, two peculiar creatures frolic and caper: a wispy, winged catfish with iridescent scales that refract light into miniature rainbows, and a three-legged, top-hatted rabbit with ears shaped like cymbals. They're engaged in an absurd dance battle, their paws and claws tapping out a rhythm that harmonizes the air. In the background, a cityscape of melting wax candles and dripping honeycombs stretches towards the sky, with buildings shaped like giant seashells and wavy lines. The architecture appears to be dissolving into the atmosphere, as if it's being slowly absorbed by some ethereal force. The color palette is dreamlike: pastel hues of lavender, peach, and mint green mingle with the warm tones of honey and golden light. Shards of iridescent glitter and shimmering dust particles float through the air like tiny meteorites. In the foreground, a lone figure stands amidst this surreal landscape. It's you – but not quite as you know yourself. Your face is stretched into a grotesque grimace, with eyes that are too large and too far apart. Your body is elongated, like a rubber band being pulled to its limits. You're dressed in a costume that's equal parts Victorian elegance and Steampunk eccentricity – think intricate lace, brass filigree, and a hat shaped like a giant squid. You're standing on the edge of a lake made of what appears to be Jell-O (but is actually some kind of otherworldly gelatinous substance). The surface of the lake is adorned with floating islands that look suspiciously like giant slices of pineapple. A strange, glowing fog wafts across the water's surface, casting an eerie, pulsing light on your elongated form. In the background, a cityscape made entirely of playing cards (yes, you read that right – playing cards) rises from the depths of the lake. Buildings shaped like giant clubs, spades, and hearts stretch toward the sky, their cardstock walls shimmering with an otherworldly sheen. The buildings seem to be shifting and morphing into new shapes, as if they're alive and constantly rearranging themselves. In the foreground, a figure (perhaps yourself?) stands at the lake's edge, looking down at the water with a mix of fascination and unease. Their face is reflected in the rippling surface of the lake, but it's distorted, like a funhouse mirror. The reflection shows your features, but also some bizarre, dreamlike additions - maybe extra eyes, or tentacles, or a misshapen nose. The atmosphere around you is surreal and unsettling. The sky above seems to be melting, with clouds that resemble twisted, melted wax. The air is thick with an eerie, pulsating mist that makes it hard to focus on anything for more than a few seconds. Every so often, strange, glowing orbs float lazily across the sky, leaving trails of glittering sparks behind them. The ground beneath your feet is spongy and yielding, like a mixture of moss and fog. It's hard to tell where the dream begins and ends, as the world around you seems to be dissolving into pure, liquid uncertainty. Every step forward feels like it could collapse into nothingness at any moment. As you look down at your hands, they're distorted, like reflections in a funhouse mirror. Your fingers seem to be melting, morphing into tendrils that curl and uncurl like snakes. The skin on your palms is a deep, eerie purple, like the color of a bruise that's been there for decades. In the distance, you see a cityscape made entirely out of playing cards, with buildings that look like they're about to collapse at any moment. The streets are filled with tiny, iridescent insects that leave trails of glitter in their wake. The air is thick with the scent of old books and damp earth. As you walk through this surreal landscape, you notice that everything is slightly askew, as if it's been viewed through a funhouse mirror. The laws of physics seem to be bending and warping around you, making it impossible to get a clear sense of up or down. Ahead of you, a giant clock face looms, its numerals melting like wax in the sun. The ticking sound is deafening, but the hands refuse to move, stuck in an eternal loop of 3:47 AM. The sky above is a swirling vortex of purple and green clouds, with flashes of lightning illuminating strange, glowing symbols that seem to be etched into the fabric of reality. As you approach the clock face, you notice that it's surrounded by a tangle of vines and tendrils, like some sort of arboreal sculpture. The leaves are shaped like tiny, twisted faces, all screaming silently in terror. The air is thick with the scent of old books and stale coffee, making your stomach turn with unease. Now, let's add some surreal elements to make this dream even more
    In a dynamic graphic novel panel, a scene of rugged beauty unfolds. A resolute straddlebuck (cowgirl), her stetson (wide-brimmed hat) resting beside a weathered hayrack, sits perched atop the crimson iron bronco's napsack (plow). The golden hour bathes the frontier in a warm glow, sun rays catching the glint of determination in her amber orbs (brown eyes). Every detail is meticulously rendered, with bold lines and dynamic angles capturing the worn texture of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots) as her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) whips in the zephyr's caress (gentle breeze). The endless cerulean canvas (blue sky) stretches before her, splashed with fiery hues of orange and pink. A weathered wooden barn, its paint peeling like sunburnt skin, stands sentinel in the foreground. A close-up panel reveals its large oaken door, adorned with rusty iron hinges, hanging slightly ajar, hinting at the life within. This panel radiates a sense of rustic charm and quiet determination, a straddlebuck in perfect harmony with the land she wrangles (works). But a hint of her lineage peeks through. Tucked into the pocket of her chaps is a worn leather coin purse, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords - a subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves rather than tamed the plains.
    In a detailed manga panel reminiscent of a bygone era's artistry, a scene of untamed beauty unfolds. A resolute straddlebuck (cowgirl), her trusty stetson (wide-brimmed hat) crowning her head, perches atop the crimson iron bronco's (red tractor's) napsack (plow). Sunlight paints the frontier in a golden sheen, etching the steely resolve on her jaw and the glint of determination in her amber orbs (brown eyes). Every detail is meticulously captured, from the weathered hide of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots) to the way her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) dances in the zephyr's caress (gentle breeze). The boundless prairie (vast expanse) stretches before her, an endless cerulean canvas (vibrant blue sky) dotted with cotton wisps (fluffy white clouds). In the distance, rolling emerald waves (fields) shimmer under the sun's warm gaze, a testament to the life she cultivates far from the urban sprawl's grasp (city's reach). This scene emanates an aura of fortitude and autonomy, a straddlebuck in perfect harmony with the land she wrangles (works). But a hint of her lineage peeks through. Tucked into the pocket of her chaps is a worn leather coin purse, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords - a subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves rather than tamed the plains.
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    Title: Elemental Harmony Description: A captivating spectacle unfolds in this 8K UHD HDR masterpiece. Witness the dance of the four elements - fire, water, earth and air - intertwined in a cinematic three-quarter perspective with mesmerizing depth of field. The elements: Fire: A fiery phoenix, its graceful feathers burning, rises to the sky, symbolizing rebirth. Water: Mighty Neptune emerges from the crashing waves, his detailed form embodying an endless flow. Earth: A colossal giant sculpted from earth stands resolute, with wisdom etched on his face. Air: a breathtaking woman dancing among clouds, personifying freedom and inspiration. composition: The figures form a dynamic spiral, moving in sync while retaining their individuality. The phoenix orbits Neptune, illuminating it. Neptune raises water, dousing the giant and the woman. The giant serves as the base of the dance while the woman floats above Visual Style: Cinematic lighting and contrasting colors emphasize the dynamics of the elements. The fire burns brightly, the water glistens coolly, the earth shows deep browns, and the air boasts soft whites and blues Optional details: Subtle landscape elements such as mountains, forests, rivers or clouds can enrich the scene. Symbolic elements representing balance, the cycle of life or unity may be considered General purpose: This award-winning photography captures the beauty and power of the elements in a harmonious dance
    3D miniature scene, summer, countryside，endless field，several farmers are harvesting wheat，they are happily working. Bright colors, bold color schemes, miniature landscapes with the sky as the background, and dreamy realism style scenes are all rendered using wide-angle lenses and depth of field, creating a paper art illustration style with axial shift photography effects and ultra clear details. The colors are bright, the color scheme is bold, and the foreground is blurry
    Artwork, anime, cyberpunk, Vibrant Sharp style. A lone dirt path winds through an endless field of golden wheat, leading toward the distant horizon where the sky erupts in a symphony of billowing clouds. Towering formations of cumulus clouds dominate the sky, painted in striking shades of white and deep blue, their voluminous textures masterfully rendered to create depth and movement. Streaks of light pierce through the atmosphere, illuminating patches of the golden field below, highlighting the intricate details of individual wheat stalks swaying in the wind. The perspective draws the viewer's eye toward the vanishing point, creating a sense of vastness and endless possibility. Rendered in a highly detailed, anime-inspired semi-realistic style, this composition captures the breathtaking majesty of an open landscape, where the sky and earth converge in a display of nature's raw beauty.
    ultra realistic color photo of dante's inferno legendary hell landscape, skulls as mountains, hell creatures and demons flying in the sky, babylon tower in the center, full moon, lightning deep dark intense midnight blue misty background, in style of horror and dark fantasy, snakes and worms, tormented pain spiraling into an endless abyss, by Gustave Dor, dark theme, dynamic lighting, soft shadows, soft focus, impromptu dissection was performed under less-than-optimal lighting conditions, photo realistic, uhd, masterpiece, 8k, absurdes, intricate, maximum resolution
    watercolor painting line art drawing (Massive, floating islands drift lazily through the skies, tethered by tendrils of energy to the planet's surface far below. On these islands, exotic flora thrives, their vibrant colors contrasting against the endless expanse of swirling clouds and distant mountain ranges), (<lora:Artists_Edge-000006:1>), <lora:add-detail-xl:1> . professional, sleek, modern, minimalist, graphic, line art, vector graphics . vibrant, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, 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
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    An absolutely mesmerizing sunset on the beach with a mix of orange, red, pink and yellow in the sky. The water is crystal clear, gently kissing the shore, and the sandy beach is endless. The scene is dynamic and breathtaking, with seagulls soaring high in the air and palm trees gently swaying. Immerse yourself in the calm atmosphere and let the tranquil surroundings surround you.wtrcolor style BadDream, fluxenh4nce, otclillsn, ral-ertmsphr, carcosa city style
    scenic landscape, Long-exposure astro-photography, (starry ht sky:1.22), irregular shattered luminous star clusters in sky, (stellar background:0.9), (high-resolution) (sharp details:0.85),} scenic view into endless darkness of sky (high quality:1.22) (Birch grove camp), (glacier's blue ice), (rusting plane parts), (hiking path), (snowy ridges) (pui:0.42) ,
    Behold the god, celestial grace, A figure sharp in timeless space. With piercing eyes, like stars confined, Their gaze cuts deep, through heart and mind. Their features honed, a sculptor’s dream, Each line precise, a radiant gleam. Hair cascades, both wild and tame, A crown of light, of endless flame. Impeccably dressed, in threads divine, Each stitch a tale, each fold a sign. Silken robes, in hues of white, Glow softly in the blinding light. Against the blank, unbroken hue, Their presence vast, their form askew. A being born of sky and lore, A Final Fantasy to adore. In this portrait, gods descend, Where mortal visions start and end. A masterpiece, both fierce and odd, The sharp perfection of a god
    By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up A depression fed by overload False perceptions, the weight of the world A universe in the palm of your hand The artifice of endless strands Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori The regression of advancing modes And Imperial corrosive nodes A prime directive to disconnect Reclaim yourself and resurrect Distraction flows down an obsessive stream Rejection grows into oppressive screams The hardest hour, the cruelest sign I'm waking up from this wretched lie I fight it the same, don't waste this day Wake up, wake up, wake up Memento mori There's too many choices And I hear their relentless voices But you've gotta run them out Return to now and shut it down Shut it down
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic:1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK A foggy and cloudy morning unfolds softly, shrouding the landscape in a gentle haze. The air is cool and damp, with moisture hanging in the atmosphere. Trees stand like shadows, their outlines blurred by the mist, while the ground is cloaked in a delicate layer of dew. The sky is a muted gray, thick with clouds that seem to press down on the world below, dimming the light. BREAK An hyper-realistic view from the Danube River. The two-level stone embankment, made of cubic blocks, lines the riverfront. Close to the shore, the Orthodox Church of the Assumption stands around 20-30 meters from the top of the embankment, along with a few nearby houses. The rest of the town, including the twin towers of Saint Anne’s Catholic Church, sits further inland, their silhouettes visible in the distance. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK
    A photorealism (painting:2.0) view of Apatin from the Danube River, (wide and majestic:1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (airbrush:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.4), and (canvas texture:1.6), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate architecture, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A winter morning arrives with a serene chill in the air, the landscape transformed into a frosty wonderland. The ground is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, sparkling under the muted light. Patches of ice float gently on the surface of a nearby river, their crystalline forms catching the eye as they drift lazily downstream. The icy fragments shimmer like jewels against the stark white backdrop. Trees, their branches heavy with snow, stand tall and still, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sky is a pale blue-gray, thick with clouds that promise more snow. In the distance, the sound of crunching snow beneath footsteps breaks the silence, while the crisp air fills the lungs with a refreshing bite. This winter scene embodies a quiet beauty, where the gentle flow of icy waters contrasts with the stillness of the snowy landscape.
    fullbody, full body, In this illustration, horse,1astronaut and 1horse are in a weightless state, suspended in the vast universe. He was wearing a silver space suit, his gaze fixed and curious through the glass of his helmet. Surrounded by brilliant stars, the Milky Way flows, comets streak across the sky, and nebulae slowly rotate, together forming a grand picture of the universe. The existence of astronauts symbolizes humanity's endless dreams and exploratory spirit towards the universe,Astronaut, weightless state, universe, stars, Milky Way, spacesuit, helmet, glass, eyes, curiosity, longing, cosmic space, galaxy, comet, light, nebula, dancer, stage, life, melody, dream, exploratory spirit, boundaries
    A (painting:1.6) view of Danube River, (wide and majestic: river1.8), with flowing waters and expansive riverbanks, in the style of an (oil painting:1.6), featuring (visible brush strokes:1.2), and (canvas texture:1.1), with a high level of detail capturing the intricate details, reflections on the water, and the natural surroundings. MARTIUS_STORM BREAK To the left, a backwater channel forms an uninhabited peninsula, densely covered with tall willows and other trees. The flat, expansive Pannonian Plain stretches endlessly beyond the town, under a broad, open sky. BREAK A storm brews over the Danube, dark clouds swirling ominously in the sky. The air crackles with electricity as the wind picks up, sending ripples across the water's surface. The once calm river now churns, its deep blue hue turning tumultuous under the impending storm. Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds and casting eerie shadows on the water. Heavy raindrops begin to fall. Trees sway violently along the shore, their branches bending under the force of the gusts. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the scent of rain mingling with the earthy smell of the riverbank. As the storm rages, the Danube transforms into a powerful entity, its currents swift and wild, reflecting the chaotic energy above. The scene is both breathtaking and intimidating, a reminder of nature's raw strength and beauty as it unleashes its fury over the mighty river.
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    Darkness moves, where arcane glyphs glow, Layered paths through night unfolds, Incenses swirl and candles cast their light, Drawing the seeker far into the sacred rite. Incantations, gestures, symbolic treasures A circle forms, the astral veil begins to thin, Conjured spirits weave in their silent dances, The soul ascends, through realms unseen, unknown. Spirits raised to skies, where starsigns play, An altar below set with relics, stones, and herbs, The air thick with the scent of ancient spells, Binding these seekers to the cosmic flow. Eyes within, the vision sharp and clear appears, An endless bridge of light extending far beyond, Where forms dissolve in true unity's embrace, These spirits merge with the source of all. In this domain, where boundaries are lost, The essence pure, untouched by mortal grasp, Transcending time, the self dissolves in One, A union forged in fire, light, and ash. The journey ends, yet never truly done, For in the merging, all is found, begun, In darkness and in light, the magick flows, The seeker and the Divine, now as one. [ surrealism photograph, double exposures, cinematic photo, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, 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 stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, 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

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