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    Anscheinend by Guy ritschie: Capture the modern casual essence of julius caesar as he relentlessly gets stabbed By His neon-pastel mate. Explore the somber tones and bleak atmosphere in your depiction, emphasizing the eternal struggle and challenge of his ugly fate.
    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
    NA-Stunning-Female-Warrior, Amidst the cataclysmic eruptions of a volcanic inferno, a determined and audacious female warrior gracefully depicts in a mesmerizing Mystery-fantasy full-body illustration. Her deep black eyes mirror the hollowed dark night, reflecting the fiery tumult of the volcanic eruption. Adorned in intricately crafted armor, each piece forged with resilient materials to withstand the propelling magma and tephra, she gracefully depicts as a stalwart guardian amidst the chaos. ((Her shimmering reinforced cloak, woven from red shimmering strands of fire and ember), billows in the scorching winds), adding to her mystical allure. Surrounded by the relentless expulsion of molten lava and sparkling fire, and the thunderous roar of gas emissions, she embodies the indomitable spirit of the volcanic landscape. With each fluid and dynamic movement, she gracefully depicts her resilience and strength, her unwavering courage a beacon amidst the turmoil. Inspired by the catastrophic beauty of volcanic eruptions and the visionary works of (((Oliver Barrett, Nico Delort), Annie Stegg Gerard), Audrey Kawasaki), and Samuel Araya, this illustration captures the raw power and fierce determination of the natural world, inviting viewers to witness the intensity of the eruption.
    A masterpiece of strange style created by the collaboration of Mark Rothko and Jean Giraud.    Imagine a surreal and mysterious scene: a lone, ancient tree stands in an empty, desolate desert, its branches twisted into eerie shapes by the relentless wind. The trunk is covered in strange, luminescent growths that emit a soft, otherworldly glow, casting ghostly shadows across the cracked, sandy ground. In the distance, faint outlines of what appear to be abandoned buildings or vehicles are barely visible, as if seen through a haze. The sky above is a blend of unnatural huesa€”soft pinks and purples with streaks of electric blue, giving it an almost dreamlike quality. This strange tableau invites viewers into a world that seems both familiar and utterly alien.    HD32K, hyperdetailed, best quality,, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.8>
 (8k uhd:1,4)
 <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
 <lora:Dynamic Poses:1>
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence.
    NA-Stunning-Female-Warrior, Amidst the cataclysmic eruptions of a volcanic inferno, a determined and audacious female warrior gracefully depicts in a mesmerizing Mystery-fantasy full-body illustration. Her deep black eyes mirror the hollowed dark night, reflecting the fiery tumult of the volcanic eruption. Adorned in intricately crafted armor, each piece forged with resilient materials to withstand the propelling magma and tephra, she gracefully depicts as a stalwart guardian amidst the chaos. Her cloak, woven from shimmering strands of fire and ember, billows in the scorching winds, adding to her mystical allure. Surrounded by the relentless expulsion of molten lava and sparkling fire, and the thunderous roar of gas emissions, she embodies the indomitable spirit of the volcanic landscape. With each fluid and dynamic movement, she gracefully depicts her resilience and strength, her unwavering courage a beacon amidst the turmoil. Inspired by the catastrophic beauty of volcanic eruptions and the visionary works of (((Oliver Barrett, Nico Delort), Annie Stegg Gerard), Audrey Kawasaki), and Samuel Araya, this illustration captures the raw power and fierce determination of the natural world, inviting viewers to witness the intensity of the eruption.
    Realistic photograph, film grain, 8k, Best quality, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up,  A tense, high-stakes scene set in a post-apocalyptic world. A man is running for his life, being chased by a group of terrifying zombies. His face shows pure desperation and fear as he pushes his body to the limit, leaping over obstacles like broken cars, debris, and crumbling walls in a ruined cityscape. His clothes are tattered, and sweat drips from his brow as he navigates through the chaotic environment. The zombies, with decayed skin and glowing, hungry eyes, are relentless, their arms outstretched as they close in on him. The dark, gloomy atmosphere is filled with dust, shadows, and the eerie silence of a world abandoned
    Realistic photograph, film grain, 8k, Best quality, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up,  A tense, high-stakes scene set in a post-apocalyptic world. A man is running for his life, being chased by a group of terrifying zombies. His face shows pure desperation and fear as he pushes his body to the limit, leaping over obstacles like broken cars, debris, and crumbling walls in a ruined cityscape. His clothes are tattered, and sweat drips from his brow as he navigates through the chaotic environment. The zombies, with decayed skin and glowing, hungry eyes, are relentless, their arms outstretched as they close in on him. The dark, gloomy atmosphere is filled with dust, shadows, and the eerie silence of a world abandoned
    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
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    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
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    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 neon-pastel Scene captured By Franco fontana: Capture the modern casual essence of moses as he relentlessly split up a desolate huge sea into gigantic waves. Explore the somber tones and bleak atmosphere in your depiction, emphasizing the eternal struggle and challenge of his task
    A Scene by Guy ritschie Captures the neon-pastel dystopian casual essence of moses the Moment he relentlessly splits up the sea into two gigantic neon-pastel water column waves and creating a Long path through the water walls, Explore the neon-pastel somber tones and bleak atmosphere in your depiction, emphasizing the eternal struggle and challenge of his plans from a side perspective.
    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
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. bioluminescent, glowing
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    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
    A billowy reaper, ethereal and ghostly, draped in a flowing blood red robe, stands amidst an arid desert landscape. wind blows fiercely, rustling the robe and revealing glimpses of the figure's eerie, filigree-like form. The sun beats down relentlessly, casting a harsh, birds-eye view of the scene. The atmosphere is oppressive and desolate, with the only sound being the soft rustling of the robe and the distant call of a bird. artwork is by Beksinski and Kelly Slater's work
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    Futuristic Cyborg Detective
Glowing cybernetic eye, trench coat attire, neural implants, holographic interface, cybernetic enhancements, relentless pursuit, robotic arm, neon-lit streets, digital detective, augmented reality, mysterious past, mechanical precision, cyberpunk aesthetic, artificial intelligence partner, dystopian cityscape, enigmatic demeanor.
    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
    Visualize a scene featuring a solitary figure, garbed in a worn-out cloak, delicately making their way along a daunting pathway swathed in the obscurity of a barren terrain echoing with stories of lost worlds. The soil is profuse with remnants of life's structures, some displayed openly, others concealed partly under a slight layer of grainy sediment, hinting at this road's long-held reputation as a relentless plunderer of existence. The figure's each footfall is wary, subtly echoing in the disturbing quiet that envelops the surroundings like an unyielding haze. The feeble luminescence from the figure's handheld light source projects extensive, animated shadows, causing the skeletal structures to seem as if they're shifting in the soft radiance. The route ahead remains enigmatic, meandering into the murkiness enveloping the horizon, while the icy ambience and the ubiquitous symbol of death symbolized by the skeletons stand as stark signposts of the peril-filled voyage undertaken. ultra high quality image
    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 masterpiece of strange style created by the collaboration of Mark Rothko and Jean Giraud.    Imagine a surreal and mysterious scene: a lone, ancient tree stands in an empty, desolate desert, its branches twisted into eerie shapes by the relentless wind. The trunk is covered in strange, luminescent growths that emit a soft, otherworldly glow, casting ghostly shadows across the cracked, sandy ground. In the distance, faint outlines of what appear to be abandoned buildings or vehicles are barely visible, as if seen through a haze. The sky above is a blend of unnatural huesa€”soft pinks and purples with streaks of electric blue, giving it an almost dreamlike quality. This strange tableau invites viewers into a world that seems both familiar and utterly alien.    HD32K, hyperdetailed, best quality,, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.8>
 (8k uhd:1,4)
 <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
 <lora:Dynamic Poses:1>
    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
    Like the trainspotting Poster: Capture the modern casual essence of julius caesar as he relentlessly gets stabbed By His neon-pastel mate. Explore the somber tones and bleak atmosphere in your depiction, emphasizing the eternal struggle and challenge of his ugly fate.
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,Perched atop a towering, crumbling skyscraper, a strikingly beautiful girl, draped in a torn and wind-whipped gown, faced a relentless tempest. Her hair billowed wildly as she gazed into the abyss below. The city's decaying skyline mirrored her tattered attire, and the howling winds whispered secrets of her eerie connection to the haunting heights. ,low light, soft natural light, Rembrandt style light, Hasselblad DLSR camera, 200mm Zeiss lens, f/2.8 ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism ,retro space diner on mars
    NA-Stunning-Female-Warrior, Amidst the endless expanse of a vast desert, a determined and audacious female warrior emerges in a mesmerizing Mystery-fantasy full-body illustration. Her piercing green eyes reflect the scorching sun overhead, capturing the harsh beauty and unforgiving nature of the arid landscape. Clad in intricately crafted sandstone armor, each piece designed to withstand the relentless heat, she stands as a resilient guardian of the dunes. (Her cloak, woven from golden strands of desert sands and shimmering mirages), ripples in the shimmering heatwaves, adding to her mystical allure. (Surrounded by towering dunes and swirling sandstorms), she embodies the untamed spirit of the desert wilderness. (With flowing locks of sun-kissed gold and a dynamic stance defying the desert's harsh embrace), she exudes resilience and determination, inviting viewers to witness the raw power and stark beauty of the desert sands. Inspired by the vastness and unforgiving nature of the desert and the visionary works of (((Oliver Barrett, Nico Delort), Annie Stegg Gerard), Audrey Kawasaki), and Samuel Araya.
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    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
    Futuristic Cyborg Detective
Glowing cybernetic eye, trench coat attire, neural implants, holographic interface, cybernetic enhancements, relentless pursuit, robotic arm, neon-lit streets, digital detective, augmented reality, mysterious past, mechanical precision, cyberpunk aesthetic, artificial intelligence partner, dystopian cityscape, enigmatic demeanor.
    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
    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 heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    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
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    A majestic black wolf with luminous, piercing eyes stands at the edge of an ancient, mist-covered forest. Its thick fur shimmers under the soft glow of the moon, reflecting the silver hues of the night sky. The air is heavy with the scent of earth and mystery, as bioluminescent fireflies dance around, casting an eerie yet mesmerizing glow. Beyond the trees, the ruins of a forgotten kingdom lay crumbled, entwined with nature’s relentless embrace. The scene unfolds in a breathtaking blend of wilderness and lost history, where the whispers of the past echo through the rustling leaves and the call of nocturnal creatures. Dark fantasy, intricate and detailed illustrations, mythic realism, adventure, and atmospheric storytelling  <lora:sd_neosigma2_LoRA:1> , illustration neosigma2 style
    As Dasha stood alone on the historic lighthouse, her lustrous blonde locks whipped in the wind while capturing the essence of a daring explorer, her blue-eyed gaze fixed on the turbulent waves below; donning a waterproof parka adorned with marine life prints and fitted thermal pants that accentuated her athletic physique, she clasped her brass compass pendant, symbolizing her relentless pursuit for discovery, in one hand, leaving her other free to grasp the weather-beaten steps. <lora:rnpxuq18f20eee557m67:1>
    the camera captures  a dystopian cityscape, its once towering skyscrapers now marred by the presence of grotesque organisms crawling across their surfaces. The pinkish-reddish hue of the experimental fluid stains the urban landscape, casting an eerie glow over the dilapidated buildings and deserted streets.
The mutated creatures, born from the fusion of organic matter and the toxic fluid, have overrun the city, their writhing forms twisting around lampposts and slithering through cracked pavement. With each passing moment, their numbers swell, transforming the once-thriving metropolis into a nightmarish realm of decay and despair.
As the camera zooms in on the chaos below, we see remnants of human civilization scattered amidst the ruins. Abandoned vehicles litter the streets, their windows shattered and doors hanging askew. Faint echoes of sirens and distant screams permeate the air, a haunting reminder of the city's tragic fate.
Through this dystopian landscape, the film captures the harrowing consequences of unchecked scientific experimentation and the catastrophic ripple effects it can unleash upon society. In the face of this relentless onslaught of mutated organisms, humanity struggles to survive in a world consumed by its own hubris.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    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
    (doctor who) Cybermen emerged from the misty night, their metallic bodies glistening with raindrops, as they marched through a dystopian street lined with towering skyscrapers, holographic advertisements, and flickering neon lights, with a pidestrian-packed sidewalk, massive digital billboards displaying product superfans - corporations - liquor control filtered patients visuals rare blues noteworthy rows relentlessly consumer, aesthetic reminiscent of Syd Mead's cityscapes and H. R. Giger's industrial darkness merged with Ash Thorp's cyberpunk futurism and Simon Stalenhag's atmospheric mysterious longing.
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    Rear view, Explore the dark somber tones and bleak atmosphere in your depiction, emphasizing the eternal struggle and challenge of his task:  Capture the modern casual essence of moses as he relentlessly split up a desolate huge sea into neon-pastel gigantic waves.
    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 heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. bioluminescent, glowing
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence. rainbow, twirl
    During a crisp autumn day, the skeletal remains of an ancient monastery are revealed against Kamchatka’s volcanic cliffs; this desolate vista channels the solemnity found in the works of Mikhail Nesterov and reflects nature's relentless cycle amidst spiritual decay, <lora:Wild_nature_XL:0.5>,  <lora:detailed_notrigger:0.85>, <lora:The_Dark_Side_of_the_Earth:0.5>
    (Ink illustration on parchment). A desolate wasteland, where ancient monuments lie half-buried beneath shifting sands. Jagged peaks pierce through the horizon, silhouetted against a blood-red sky. Strange creatures, amalgamations of metal and flesh, roam the barren plains. Cracked earth, glowing with an otherworldly luminescence. Ruins of a forgotten city, consumed by nature's relentless advance. Vibrant ink color details in the toxic atmosphere. ink splashes, rough ink sketch, moody, gloomy, dark picture, high contrast, stylized.
    ((Cinematic close-up)) of a mustachioed engineer in a ((soot-stained leather coat)), standing beneath the dim glow of flickering gas lamps, glaring at a ((clunky steam-powered automaton)) frozen mid-stride. His ((brass-rimmed goggles)) are pushed onto his forehead, revealing furrowed brows and piercing green eyes filled with frustration. The contraption, a self-winding delivery machine, hisses angrily, steam escaping from its joints, gears grinding uselessly. The slick cobblestone street reflects the neon glow of a towering clock looming over the industrial skyline. Sparks dance from exposed wiring, acrid smoke curling into the damp night air. The engineer’s ((gloved hands clutch a wrench tightly)), his knuckles white with tension, as if willing the stubborn machine to obey. A ((brass raven)) perched on his shoulder lets out a metallic caw, its red eyes flashing with amused mockery. Passersby in ((Victorian-era attire))—top hats and corsets—watch warily, muttering about yet another failed marvel of modern ingenuity. The city hums with the relentless churn of progress, yet here, in this moment, technology has refused to comply. ((Detailed background, fantastic lighting, intricate shadows, ultra-sharp textures, vivid colors, hyper-detailed steampunk aesthetic)). Concept art in the style of *vintage comic book illustration* mixed with *dark gothic anime aesthetics*.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,Perched atop a towering, crumbling skyscraper, a strikingly beautiful girl, draped in a torn and wind-whipped gown, faced a relentless tempest. Her hair billowed wildly as she gazed into the abyss below. The city's decaying skyline mirrored her tattered attire, and the howling winds whispered secrets of her eerie connection to the haunting heights. ,photo Fantasy art combining the styles of Boris Vellejo and Luis Royo,Photorealistic, real photo, god rays, 1girl, 21yo,realistic, ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism
    Realistic photograph, film grain, 8k, Best quality, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up,  A tense, high-stakes scene set in a post-apocalyptic world. A man is running for his life, being chased by a group of terrifying zombies. His face shows pure desperation and fear as he pushes his body to the limit, leaping over obstacles like broken cars, debris, and crumbling walls in a ruined cityscape. His clothes are tattered, and sweat drips from his brow as he navigates through the chaotic environment. The zombies, with decayed skin and glowing, hungry eyes, are relentless, their arms outstretched as they close in on him. The dark, gloomy atmosphere is filled with dust, shadows, and the eerie silence of a world abandoned
    Electrifying scene captures a stunning woman astride a futuristic race motorcycle, its sleek frame bathed in neon reflections from state-of-the-art LED displays and avant-garde controls. As she throttles forward, slicing through the neon-lit city, the pulsating rhythm of the night amplifies her ethereal radiance. Leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake, her rapidity seems almost unreal. BREAK Hot on her trail are street racing cars, their engines roaring and headlights blazing. They swerve, drift, and make death-defying jumps, pulling off audacious stunts in a relentless pursuit to outmaneuver and overtake her. Every twist and turn they make echoes the high-octane adrenaline of a "The Fast and the Furious" chase sequence.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn,
An endless grind, a symphony of flux,
Each thread a motor in the vast machine,
Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow.
Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace,
Teeth interlocking, patterns profound,
Within this dance lies a cruel embrace,
Every motion bears the weight of wounds.
Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable,
A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise,
Adaptation’s face, forever disputable,
In ceaseless churn where functions lie.
Nothing static in this mechanical sea,
No form eternal, no state preserved,
In change’s crucible, we cease to be,
Remade and reshaped, our edges curved.
Touch balance, court disaster’s face,
A whisper too soft, a force too dire,
In breach of harmony, machine's pace,
Grinding souls in its unyielding fire.
Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise,
What saves today may ruin tomorrow,
Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes,
Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed.
Paths wind, leading from this toil,
Traps of rapture, despair ensnare,
Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil,
Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear.
Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed,
A route fraught with thorns and bliss,
Through labyrinth where shadows,
Hold promise and peril of abyss.
Thus we linger, caught in grand design,
Machines ourselves on cosmic stage,
Seeking escape from clockwork confine,
Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the depths of the ancient mines of Moria, beneath the shadow of forgotten ages, Gandalf the Grey faced the infernal wrath of the Balrog with a courage borne of the deepest wisdom. As the fiery demon emerged from the darkness, its monstrous form wreathed in flame and shadow, the very air seemed to crackle with the clash of ancient powers. Gandalf, resolute and unyielding, stood firm upon the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, his staff glowing with a fierce light that momentarily dispelled the encroaching darkness. With a voice that echoed through the cavernous halls, he uttered the command that would seal their fates. "You shall not pass!" he declared, confronting the Balrog with the might of his will and the force of his magic. But the beast, undeterred, charged forward with relentless fury, and as Gandalf struck with the power of his staff, the bridge gave way beneath them. In a cataclysmic plunge into the abyss, Gandalf fell with the Balrog, their struggle continuing in the shadowy depths below, a testament to the eternal conflict between light and darkness.
    Cyberspace, glowing magical energy in cyberspace, score_9, score_8_up, score_8, an intense, action-packed scene featuring a cyber warrior navigating through a labyrinthine cyberspace realm. The warrior is clad in sleek, futuristic armor with glowing circuits and neon accents, wielding a high-tech energy weapon that emits a pulsating light. Their helmet has a transparent visor displaying a heads-up display (HUD) with various data and targeting information.
The environment around the warrior is a vast, ever-changing digital landscape with pathways made of luminous data streams. Gigantic servers and towering data towers rise from the ground, their surfaces covered in intricate, glowing patterns. The air is filled with floating holographic interfaces, constantly updating with streams of information.
In the background, menacing cyber creatures made of glitching code and digital debris lurk, ready to attack. Some creatures resemble giant mechanical spiders, while others are serpentine with shimmering scales of binary code. The warrior is in the midst of an epic battle, with energy blasts and digital shrapnel flying through the air. The overall tone is one of intensity and bravery, highlighting the cyber warrior's relentless pursuit to protect the digital realm.

      RealVisXL V5.0

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