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    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    She is beautiful, she is sexy, she has the most warmest cold blue almond shaped eyes you've ever seen, the sweetest warmest inviting smile, her hair is of a ginger:1.3 goddess lush long wavy untamed brushed to one side, her full lips are shiny from a pink lip gloss, she has a thick eyeliner and smokey eyes makeup, silver hoop earrings, intricately detailed lace choker, close up portrait, white background, high-key photography:1.3, overexposed, clamshell lighting, beauty lighting, facing camera, shallow depth of field, taken with Canon EOS R5 and 85mm f/1.4 lens, SkinHairDetail, EyeDetail
    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
    I've been called out by this lora's creator and while I feel honored, I also feel challenged so here's an answer sent over through regular mail in an fashionable envelope made out of dvr-hm-slt
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    chicas espaolas, cntabra, 18 aos,68kg, pelo moreno, 1,70 de altura 90-70-80, cejas arqueadas y definas, labios definidos, el labio superior es fino, ojos marron miel, curvas definidas, desnuda en la playa , se ve todo su cuerpo, los pezones erectos, sus tetas colgonas, tiene la expresin de sorprendida y avergonzada. fotografia de alta calidad, estilo ultrarealista. Rostro ovalado 10:4, pomulos prominentes 1.2, maquillaje natural, labios finos, full body shot, choke, multiple girls, naked, group photo
    Chica espaola, 36 aos,60kg, pelo moreno, 1,70 de altura 90-70-80, cejas arqueadas y definas, labios definidos, el labio superior es fino, ojos almendrados marron miel verdosos, pelo recogido, curvas definidas, desnuda en la cama, est tumbada con las piernas entreabiertas, se ve todo su cuerpo.fotografia de alta calidad, estilo ultrarealista. Rostro ovalado 10:4, pmulos prominentes 1.2, maquillaje natural, labios finos, body shot,
    Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown All of us are done for And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for And homes, places we've grown All of us are done for (done for) And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Oh, all that I know There's nothing here to run from 'Cause yeah, everybody here's Got somebody to lean on So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention, do you? I know you don't listen to me 'Cause you say you see straight through me Don't you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care Oh, did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So you know how much I need you But you never even see me do you? And is this my final chance of getting you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care, if you care Did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you For you, I will always be waiting And it's you I see But you don't see me And it's you, I hear So loud and so clear I sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention And you know how much I need you But you never even see me I awake to find no peace of mind I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here" "Where I cannot see so clear?" I said, "What do I know?" "Show me the right way to go" And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies I awake to see that no one is free We're all fugitives, look at the way we live down here I cannot sleep from fear, no I said, "Which way do I turn?" Oh, I forget everything I learn And the spies came out of the water And you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies And if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And if we don't hide now They're gonna catch us where we sleep Ah, and if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so good 'cause you know That those spies hide out in every corner They can't touch you, no 'Cause they're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies Did I drive you away? I know what you'll say You say, "Oh, sing one we know" But I promise you this I'll always look out for you Yeah, that's what I'll do I say, "Ohh" I say, "Ohh" My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to Yeah, that's what I do And I know, I was wrong But I won't let you down Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will I said, "Ohh" I cry, "Ohh" Yeah, I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks And I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks Sing it out Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do Oh no, I see A spider web is tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I'd said Oh no, what's this? A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run The thought of all the stupid things I've done And I, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well if I ever caused you trouble Oh no, I never meant to do you harm Oh no, I see A spider web and it's me in the middle So I twist and turn Here am I in my little bubble Singing out, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm They spun a web for me They spun a web for me They spun a web for me In a haze, a stormy haze I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always, always Here I am, and I'll take my time Here I am, and I'll wait in the line always, always Can anybody fly this thing Before my head explodes or my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? Can anybody stop this thing Before my head explodes, before my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? In high speed High speed High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed I want to live life and never be cruel And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life and always be true And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy Oh, and I don't have a soul to save Yes, and I sin every single day We never change, do we? We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy I want to live where the sun comes out When I counted up my demons Saw there was one for every day With the good ones on my shoulders I drove the other ones away So if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost When you thought that it was over You could feel it all around And everybody's out to get you Don't you let it drag you down 'Cause if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost If you ever feel neglected If you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost Singing out oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Everything's not lost So come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Sing out, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh yeah Sing out, yeah And everything's not lost Now I never meant to do you wrong That's what I came here to say But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry I don't let it stand in our way 'Cause my head just aches when I think of The things that I shouldn't have done But life is for living, we all know And I don't want to live it alone Sing out, ah ah Sing ah ah ah And just sing ah ah ah ah ah<lora:wegg:1.0>
    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
    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    anime key visual, Golden ratio, zoomed out of a Majestic Atari 2600 Style ("I can't stop loving you, I've made up my mind.":1.3) , from inside of a Floating Chalet, Romanian cityscape and forest, Snowing, FOV 90 degrees, Rough sketch, Hopeful, Art Nouveau, short lighting, 80mm, triadic colors, Mandala, electric red mist, dslr, RTX
    She is beautiful, she is sexy, she has the most warmest cold blue almond shaped eyes you've ever seen, the sweetest warmest inviting smile, her hair is of a ginger:1.3 goddess lush long wavy untamed brushed to one side, her full lips are shiny from a pink lip gloss, she has a thick eyeliner and smokey eyes makeup, silver hoop earrings, intricately detailed lace choker, close up portrait, white background, high-key photography:1.3, overexposed, clamshell lighting, beauty lighting, facing camera, shallow depth of field, taken with Canon EOS R5 and 85mm f/1.4 lens, SkinHairDetail, EyeDetail
    She is beautiful, she is sexy, she has the most warmest blue almond shaped eyes you've ever seen, the sweetest warmest inviting smile, her hair is of a ginger:1.3 goddess lush long wavy untamed brushed to one side, her full lips are shiny from a pink lip gloss, she has a thick eyeliner and smokey eyes makeup, silver hoop earrings, intricately detailed lace choker, close up portrait, black background, rim lighting, hair light, professional studio photography, shallow depth of field, taken with Canon EOS R5 and 85mm f/1.4 lens, SkinHairDetail, EyeDetail
    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
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    (masterpiece), realistic lighting, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, realistic, intricate details, hyperdetailed, extremely sharp, 4k, ,vivid colors, ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), (ultra-detailed), absurdres, extremely detailed CG unity 8k wallpaper, Official Art, Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say "Sorry" I was waiting on a different story This time, I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking And I've been wrong, I've been down Been to the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream, "Are we having fun yet?" Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no It's not like you didn't know that I said, "I love you, " and I swear, I still do And it must have been so bad 'Cause living with me must have damn near killed you And this is how you remind me Of what I really am illustration, (dramatic lighting:1.1), hyperdetailed, hyperrealistic, 8k, high quality, hi res, best quality, high quality, absurd res, volumetric lighting, reflections, polished, intricate, soft warm lighting,
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    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
    beautiful woman (EPChr1styTurl1ngt0n:.99), perfect hair, jewellery, ((portrait)), (closeup:1.2), ((from the waist up)), ((( arcade :1.2 ))), natural skin texture, (( Silk Camisole :1.2)), (( Silk Necktie:1.2)), 24mm, 4k textures, soft cinematic light, adobe lightroom, photolab, hdr, intricate, elegant, highly detailed, sharp focus, ((((cinematic look)))), soothing tones, insane details, intricate details, hyperdetailed, low contrast, soft cinematic light, exposure blend, hdr, faded, now, ("I've got a bad feeling about this.":1.1)
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    What a fascinating and unsettling topic! Here's a detailed image prompt to help inspire your artistic creation: **Title:** "The Toothless Terror" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at midnight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. **Main Subject:** A figure, shrouded in shadows, stands at the center of the composition. This figure is none other than the artist themselves, but with a twist: they have lost all their teeth. Yes, you read that right – every single tooth has vanished, leaving behind a gruesome, gaping maw. **Expression:** The facial expression on this toothless terror should convey a mix of horror, desperation, and despair. Eyes wide with fear, the artist's gaze is fixed upon something just out of frame (perhaps a reflection in a nearby stream or a distant, glowing light). **Surroundings:** The forest floor is littered with discarded dental appliances – dentures, fillings, and even fragments of tooth enamel. Twisted, gnarled tree roots writhe like skeletal fingers, while the branches above are shrouded in mist, casting long, ominous shadows. **Visual motifs:** 1. **Toothbrushes**: Several toothbrushes, worn out and covered in rust, lie scattered about, as if they'd been used to scrub away at the missing teeth. 2. **Dental equipment**: A rusty old dental chair or a broken scale hangs from a branch, like some macabre ornament. 3. **Fearful faces**: Faces of people with gaping toothless mouths stare out from the misty trees, their eyes sunken and fearful. 4. **Missing teeth**: Individual teeth float in mid-air, as if they'd been plucked from the mouths of those staring faces. Some are stained with blood or dirt, while others glow eerily in the dark. 5. **Darkness**: The overall atmosphere is one of foreboding darkness, punctuated only by the faint glows of the missing teeth and the distant hum of an unseen, unsettling presence. Here's a detailed image prompt for your nightmare: **Composition:** Imagine a dense, misty forest, with twisted tree branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. The ground is dry, cracked earth, like the mouth of some ancient, long-abandoned well. In the center of this eerie scene, a lone figure stands, its face a grotesque parody of a human visage. **The Figure:** This figure has a distorted, elongated head, with eyes that seem to be staring directly into your soul. Its skin is deathly pale, with dark veins visible beneath the surface. The most striking feature, however, is the absence of teeth – the figure's mouth is a gaping, toothless void, like an open grave. **The Teeth:** Scattered throughout the forest floor are hundreds of tiny, gleaming white teeth, each one perfectly preserved and eerily uniform in size and shape. They seem to be staring up at the figure, as if trying to reattach themselves to its gums. The teeth are arranged in a deliberate pattern, like a macabre puzzle or a demented game board. **The Background:** The forest surrounding the figure is dark, twisted, and alive with movement. Twisted tree roots writhe across the ground like snakes, while gnarled branches grasp for the air above like skeletal fingers. The sky above is a deep, bloody red, as if the very heavens themselves are bleeding in response to the figure's dental despair. **Additional Details:** * The figure's face is gaunt and sunken, with dark circles under its eyes that seem to be sucking in the light around it. * Its mouth is a twisted, toothless gash, with the gums pulled back like a maw of hunger. * A faint, eerie glow emanates from the space where its teeth should be, as if some malevolent force is lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. * The air around the figure seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted by its dental distress. * In the background, subtle hints of decay and neglect can be seen: a cracked mirror, a stained sink, a discarded toothbrush. These details should whisper "abandon" and "neglect", emphasizing the figure's deep-seated fear of losing control over their own bodily autonomy. **Image Prompt:** "A Nightmare About Missing Teeth" **Scene:** A dimly lit, rundown bathroom with peeling wallpaper and a cracked mirror above the sink. The air is thick with an eerie, unsettling energy. **The Figure:** A humanoid form (perhaps with some grotesque features) sits slumped over the sink, their face contorted in a mix of despair and horror. Their mouth hangs open, revealing... nothing. Where teeth should be, there's only a vast, empty space, like a void or a crater. The skin around the missing teeth is red and inflamed, with tiny rivulets of blood trickling down. **Additional Elements:** * A single tooth, small and yellowed, lies on the edge of the sink, as if it had fallen out during a desperate attempt to retrieve the rest. * A half-empty tube of toothpaste sits beside the figure's hand, its label worn off, revealing only faint, faded lettering. * The walls of the room are covered in cobwebs and dusty old photographs, their subjects' faces blurred or torn away, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling. * A faint, flickering light emanates from a nearby lamp, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Its shade is askew, like it's been knocked off-kilter by some unseen force. * The air is thick with an unsettling, acrid scent – a mix of decay and dentist's office disinfectant – that makes your skin crawl. * In the center of the room, a decrepit old mirror hangs, its glass cracked and reflecting nothing but darkness. But on its surface, tiny, taunting whispers seem to be etched: "You'll never get them back... never get them back..." * The protagonist stands in front of this mirror, their reflection warped and distorted, as if their very identity is crumbling along with their teeth. * Their mouth is open in a silent scream, revealing a gaping void where their teeth once were. A faint outline of what used to be their pearly whites can still be seen, like the ghostly remnants of a forgotten smile. * The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly hum, as if the very essence of their dental despair is drawing in all the lost and missing teeth from across the universe. * A swirling vortex of toothy terror begins to form at their feet, like a maelstrom of dental despair. The teeth that are sucked into this abyss appear to be warped and twisted, reflecting the darkest fears and anxieties of the dreamer's subconscious. In the distance, a cityscape looms, its buildings and streets crumbling and decaying, as if they too were suffering from some sort of tooth-related affliction. The skies above are a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, like the glow of a dentist's drill in the midst of a painful procedure. The dreamer finds themselves standing at the edge of this surreal landscape, their own reflection staring back at them from a broken mirror. But it's not just any ordinary reflection - their teeth are missing, leaving only gaping holes and a sense of utter vulnerability. As they reach up to touch their face, their fingers seem to fade away, replaced by wispy tendrils of dental floss that writhe and twist like snakes. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to rot and crumble around them. In the background, a cityscape looms, its skyscrapers twisted into grotesque parodies of their former selves - giant molars with jagged, tooth-like protrusions that seem to leer down at the dreamer like cruel sentinels. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. The dreamer's own eyes are sunken and wild, their pupils dilated into tiny black holes that seem to suck in all the light around them. Their skin is deathly pale, with dark circles under their eyes like two black ravens perched on their cheeks. Their mouth, of course, is the focal point of this hellish vision: a gaping maw filled with nothing but empty space and jagged gums that seem to be screaming in agony. The dreamer's tongue lolls out like a limp, useless thing, as if it too has been ravaged by some malevolent force. In the background, dark shapes loom like twisted tree branches or grasping fingers, their outlines starkly defined against a sickly yellow-green glow that seems to seep from the very walls of the dreamer's own mouth. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rotting flesh, as if something ancient and malevolent has taken up residence in this abyss. The teeth themselves are nowhere to be found - not even a single stray tooth remains to mar the otherwise flawless gums. It's as if they've been swallowed whole by some monstrous entity, leaving behind only the faintest hint of their former presence: a lingering sense of discomfort and unease that refuses to dissipate. In this waking nightmare, every attempt to find or replace the missing teeth seems futile - the dreamer's efforts are thwarted at every turn by an unseen force that revels in their terror. The more they struggle, the more elusive the truth becomes, until all that's left is a maddening sense of disorientation
    VE , close up portrait, smile, photography, trending on artstation, sharp focus, intricate details, by greg rutkowski <lora:VE:0.8>
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    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
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    <lora:md2034:0.5>, Epic, heartening, warm, cinematic photograph, fulllength photograph, disturbing colour splatters, psychologically endearing, artful, uplifting victory scene poster_\(medium\), ((wild dreamscape)), ((Human of the year, and you've won!)), (cog in the machine emblem), full length, photograph including entire body, (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, uhd, photorealistic, ultra 3d, highres, ultra_high_res, photography, aesthetic, extremely_delicate, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, Ellis-RealismBoost, epiCRealism
    [award winning photograph], Reflecting pools, the shadows in them so deep, Let your mind wander to where nightmares creep, A girl with eyes of mirrors, makes our souls weep. Her left mirror-eye glints with twisted gleam, A portal into a most haunting dream. Gaze into that reflective sight, See hells you've lived in endless night. Countless lives spent in pain and agony, Tortured realms where you may once again be. Screams and fires, your visage blurs, In torment's grip, your spirit stirs. But worse awaits, her right eye's stare, Reflects lost heavens, bright and fair. Your former bliss, so pure, divine, Paradise that once was thine. Now seen through tears, a ghostly view, All you loved and all you knew. Splendor lost, it's just a cruel jest, Knowing, in peace you will never rest. Shattered now, your soul laid bare, Broken by her eye-mirrors' glare. She leaves you wrecked, in sorrow's wake, Seeks the next pure and naive heart to break. An innocent, with her future so bright, To show the left mirror-eye, then the right. In her eye-mirrors' gaze, their doom is spun, A cycle dark, sadistic, and never undone. [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Unending Descent into Madness" **Setting:** A dark, twisted forest with gnarled trees that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with the stench of decay and death. **Main Character:** A lone figure (perhaps a young adult or older) who appears to be in their late teens or early twenties. They are dressed in tattered, worn-out clothing that seems to have been ripped apart by some unseen force. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, despair, and desperation. **The Nightmare:** * The character's eyes are wide open, staring at something just out of frame (perhaps a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows). * They are running or trying to run, but their legs seem stuck in place, as if they're trapped in quicksand. * Their arms are flailing wildly, as if trying to ward off an unseen attacker. * A dark, misty fog is swirling around them, obscuring any details beyond a few feet. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. * In the distance (perhaps just out of frame), a hulking figure looms, its features indistinct due to the mist. This could be a grotesque creature, a demon, or some other monstrous entity. * Strange, glowing symbols etch themselves across the character's skin, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. These may be words, runes, or hieroglyphs that seem to shift and writhe like living things. * The ground beneath the character is spongy, uneven, and seems to writhe and twist in ways that defy gravity. This could be a twisted, nightmarish version of a familiar landscape (e.g., a haunted forest, a ravaged cityscape, or some other unsettling environment). * Aspects of the dreamer's own psyche seem to seep into the nightmare world: fragments of their memories, thoughts, and emotions are manifesting as twisted, grotesque creatures that lurk in the shadows, watching with cold, calculating eyes. * The air is thick with an eerie, pulsating mist that seems to carry the stench of decay and rot. This noxious fog obscures the details of the nightmare world, making it impossible for the dreamer (or any observer) to fully comprehend what's happening. Here are some specific visual elements you could include in your artwork: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers * A figure in the distance, perhaps a distorted version of yourself or someone you love, being chased by a horde of grotesque creatures (e.g. giant spiders, razor-toothed bats, etc.) * The ground is cracked and barren, with strange symbols etched into the stone that seem to pulse with a malevolent energy * In the sky above, there's a sickly yellow haze that casts an eerie glow over everything, making it hard to distinguish what's real and what's just a product of your fevered imagination * The air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh and decay, and you can hear distant screams or moans that seem to be coming from all directions * A figure looms in the background - perhaps a giant, twisted version of someone you know, or something entirely monstrous. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as if it's watching you with cold calculation. * The ground beneath your feet is slick and treacherous, like ice, but covered in a fine layer of dust that makes every step feel like a betrayal. You can't shake the feeling that at any moment, the earth will give way beneath you, sending you tumbling into some abyssal void. **Image prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a dark, mist-shrouded forest, the trees looming above you like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and rot. In front of you, a twisted, gnarled path stretches out like a serpent, its surface cracked and fissured like the earth's own skin. As you gaze down this eerie thoroughfare, you notice that it seems to be... shifting. The cracks are spreading, the very ground beneath your feet appearing to writhe and contort like a living thing in agony. You can feel the darkness emanating from the path, a palpable malevolence that makes your skin crawl. Above, the sky is a sickly shade of green, like bile or pus, and it seems to be... dripping. Yes, droplets of some viscous substance are falling from the heavens like a ghastly rain, each one landing with a wet, squelching sound on the forest floor. The air is thick with the stench of rot and corruption. As you gaze upon this horrific scene, you notice that the trees themselves seem to be... twisted. Their branches are long and sinuous, like grasping fingers, and their leaves are a deep, bloodless crimson. The trunks of the trees appear to be... melting, like wax in a furnace, revealing dark, glistening cavities within. In the distance, you see a figure emerging from the darkness. It's tall and gaunt, with eyes that glow like embers from a dying fire. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins that seem to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. The figure moves with an unnatural gait, as if it's being pulled through the shadows by some unseen force. As you watch in frozen terror, the figure begins to... change. Its features stretch and contort, like rubber being pulled taut. Its eyes grow larger, its skin turns a sickly shade of green, and its mouth opens into a maw of razor-sharp teeth. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is being warped by the creature's presence. In the background, the dreamer's bedroom appears to be... melting away. The walls seem to dissolve like wax in a furnace, revealing twisted metal beams and exposed wiring that writhe like living serpents. The bed sheets are stained with dark crimson blotches, as if the dreamer has been bleeding out their very soul. The nightmare creature, now fully formed, towers over the bed, its eyes glowing like hot coals as it reaches out with long, bony fingers to claim the dreamer's screaming form. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the sound of screams and shattering glass fills the air. In the distance, the walls of the bedroom seem to stretch on forever, a never-ending maze of twisted metal and dripping wet stone that appears to be... swallowing the entire scene whole. The darkness seems to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, as if it's feeding off the fear and terror emanating from the nightmare creature. The atmosphere is heavy with an sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart at the seams. The dreamer's screams are drowned out by the cacophony of sounds: shattering glass, crunching bone, and the distant howling of... something else, lurking just beyond the edge of perception. **Visual Elements:** 1. **The Nightmare Creature:** A twisted, elongated figure with multiple limbs, each one ending in a grasping, claw-like hand. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to shift and writhe like living serpents. The creature's face is a grotesque parody of human features: sunken eyes, a twisted mouth, and skin that appears to be stretched taut over its skull. 2. **Darkness and Shadows:** The nightmare takes place in a dark, foreboding environment with long shadows cast by the flickering light of candles or lanterns. The air is thick with an unseen, palpable malevolence that seems to seep from every crevice and corner. 3. **The Nightmare's Setting:** A decrepit, abandoned asylum or hospital, with peeling paint, rusty medical equipment, and a general sense of decay and neglect. Walls are cracked, floors creak beneath your feet, and the overall atmosphere is one of dread and unease. 4. **The Nightmare's Imagery:** Imagine yourself standing in the center of this forsaken place, surrounded by an eerie silence. The walls seem to be closing in on you, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. Every creak of the floorboards sounds like a scream, every flicker of the candles' flames like a mocking laugh. In the distance, the figure of a woman (or man, or child - it's up to your imagination) begins to take shape. Her face is deathly pale, her eyes black as coal, and her skin gray as the stone walls that surround you. Her mouth is twisted into a grotesque grin, revealing jagged teeth stained with rust. Her arms are outstretched, like skeletal fingers reaching for you. The air around her seems to distort, as if reality itself is warping and bending to accommodate her monstrous presence. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, illuminating the dark surroundings in a sickly yellow hue that makes your skin crawl. In the background, dark clouds churn with an eerie, pulsing light, like a living thing devouring the stars above. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, making your stomach turn. Every so often, a faint whisper echoes through the darkness: "You'll never wake up..." or "I've been waiting for you..." The nightmare's protagonist (you) lies in a tangled mess of twisted sheets
    (Vivid theme:0.7) , Uninspired "I can't stop loving you, I've made up my mind.", adobe lightroom, RTX
    anime key visual, Golden ratio, zoomed out of a Majestic Atari 2600 Style ("I can't stop loving you, I've made up my mind.":1.3) , from inside of a Floating Chalet, Romanian cityscape and forest, Snowing, FOV 90 degrees, Rough sketch, Hopeful, Art Nouveau, short lighting, 80mm, triadic colors, Mandala, electric red mist, dslr, RTX
    anime key visual, Golden ratio, zoomed out of a Majestic Atari 2600 Style ("I can't stop loving you, I've made up my mind.":1.3) , from inside of a Floating Chalet, Romanian cityscape and forest, Snowing, FOV 90 degrees, Rough sketch, Hopeful, Art Nouveau, short lighting, 80mm, triadic colors, Mandala, electric red mist, dslr, RTX
    anime key visual, Golden ratio, zoomed out of a Majestic Atari 2600 Style ("I can't stop loving you, I've made up my mind.":1.3) , from inside of a Floating Chalet, Romanian cityscape and forest, Snowing, FOV 90 degrees, Rough sketch, Hopeful, Art Nouveau, short lighting, 80mm, triadic colors, Mandala, electric red mist, dslr, RTX
    Imagine a heartwarming scene set in a Christmas wonderland, where the focal point is the most adorable fluffy cartoon cat you've ever seen. Picture this cat adorned with a tiny Santa hat, its fur glistening with snowflakes. The surroundings are a dreamy blend of snowy landscapes, twinkling lights, and festive decorations. As viewers immerse themselves in this enchanting setting, they should feel a sense of warmth, nostalgia, and pure joy. Capture the essence of the holiday spirit through this lovable feline, ensuring that every detail from its playful eyes to its fluffy tail radiates charm and festive cheer. intense, photorealistic lighting and cinematic lighting quality, (sharp focus), backlighting, photo realistic, highly detailed, a colorized photo, RAW format, 8K photorealistic image, superflat, 4k, ultra hd, high resolution , UHD, shot with a professional DSLR camera like Fujifilm XT3, Sony A7IV, Nikon D850, Sony A9 II, Canon EOS R5, The final image should be a professional, award-winning masterpiece with (sharp focus:1.2),, (intricately detailed, hyperdetailed), HDR, (extremely detailed 8k wallpaper), high quality, intense, intricate, highly detailed, octane render, fine detail, ultra realistic, crisp, super sharp, studio quality, masterpiece, best quality, UHD, Film grain, photorealistic, trending on cg society
    Imagine a heartwarming scene set in a Christmas wonderland, where the focal point is the most adorable fluffy cartoon cat and chick you've ever seen. Picture this cat adorned with a tiny Santa hat, its fur glistening with snowflakes. The surroundings are a dreamy blend of snowy landscapes, twinkling lights, and festive decorations. As viewers immerse themselves in this enchanting setting, they should feel a sense of warmth, nostalgia, and pure joy. Capture the essence of the holiday spirit through this lovable feline, ensuring that every detail from its playful eyes to its fluffy tail radiates charm and festive cheer. intense, photorealistic lighting and cinematic lighting quality, (sharp focus), backlighting, photo realistic, highly detailed, a colorized photo, RAW format, 8K photorealistic image, superflat, 4k, ultra hd, high resolution , UHD, shot with a professional DSLR camera like Fujifilm XT3, Sony A7IV, Nikon D850, Sony A9 II, Canon EOS R5, The final image should be a professional, award-winning masterpiece with (sharp focus:1.2),, (intricately detailed, hyperdetailed), HDR, (extremely detailed 8k wallpaper), high quality, intense, intricate, highly detailed, octane render, fine detail, ultra realistic, crisp, super sharp, studio quality, masterpiece, best quality, UHD, Film grain, photorealistic, trending on cg society
    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
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, BREAK ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada, la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja, se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    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>, Epic, heartening, warm, cinematic photograph, fulllength photograph, disturbing colour splatters, psychologically endearing, artful, uplifting victory scene poster_\(medium\), ((wild dreamscape)), ((Human of the year, and you've won!)), (cog in the machine emblem), full length, photograph including entire body, (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, uhd, photorealistic, ultra 3d, highres, ultra_high_res, photography, aesthetic, extremely_delicate, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, Ellis-RealismBoost, epiCRealism
    <lora:md2034:0.5>, Epic, heartening, warm, cinematic photograph, fulllength photograph, disturbing colour splatters, psychologically endearing, artful, uplifting victory scene poster_\(medium\), ((wild dreamscape)), ((Human of the year, and you've won!)), (cog in the machine emblem), full length, photograph including entire body, (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, uhd, photorealistic, ultra 3d, 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
    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
    Midjourney, MJ, Midjourney style, pastel, dry chalk, poster, realistic, close up, cinematic light, Girl, frustration, despair, suicide. You've jumped off collapsing bridges, watched cityscapes turn to dust, Shot from above as helicopters fell into the ocean You've got music, baby, tell me why You've got music, baby, tell me why You've been trapped here forever and just can't say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of lovers holding you You've been hiding them in empty pianos, leaving them in the dark You've got music, baby, tell me why
    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
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    there's a certain kind of pervasive sadness that follows and it makes you think of giving up after you've been fighting for so long and maybe this time this will be the right choice
    Chica espaola, 36 aos,60kg, pelo moreno, 1,70 de altura 90-70-80, cejas arqueadas y definas, labios definidos, el labio superior es fino, ojos almendrados marron miel verdosos, pelo recogido, curvas definidas, desnuda en la cama, est tumbada con las piernas entreabiertas, se ve todo su cuerpo.fotografia de alta calidad, estilo ultrarealista. Rostro ovalado 10:4, pmulos prominentes 1.2, maquillaje natural, labios finos, body shot,
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    Chica espaola, 36 aos,60kg, pelo moreno, 1,70 de altura 90-70-80, cejas arqueadas y definas, labios definidos, el labio superior es fino, ojos marron miel verdosos, pelo recogido, curvas definidas, desnuda en la cama, est tumbada con las piernas entreabiertas, se ve todo su cuerpo.fotografia de alta calidad, estilo ultrarealista. Rostro ovalado 10:4, pmulos prominentes 1.2, maquillaje natural, labios finos, body shot,
    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 hyper-realistic, cinematic 3D animation-style depiction of the moment when the white-and-gray mixed-color mother cat freezes in her tracks as her eyes land on her playful kitten. Relief washes over her face, and with a mix of joy and exhaustion, she rushes forward toward the kitten. Her voice trembles with emotion as she calls out, ‘My baby! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ The kitten, with soft fur in shades of gray and white, looks up with wide, innocent eyes, hearing her mother's voice. Behind her, the snow-white mother rabbit stands, watching the reunion with a warm, supportive expression. The soft moonlight illuminates the undercave, highlighting the gentle, emotional atmosphere as the mother cat embraces her kitten. The playful rabbit baby and kitten, still close to each other, look on with curiosity and happiness as the reunion unfolds."
    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
    She is beautiful, she is sexy, she has the most warmest blue almond shaped eyes you've ever seen, the sweetest warmest inviting smile, her hair is of a ginger:1.3 goddess lush long wavy untamed brushed to one side, her full lips are shiny from a pink lip gloss, she has a thick eyeliner and smokey eyes makeup, silver hoop earrings, intricately detailed lace choker, close up portrait, black background, rim lighting, hair light, professional studio photography, shallow depth of field, taken with Canon EOS R5 and 85mm f/1.4 lens, SkinHairDetail, EyeDetail
    "A hyper-realistic, cinematic 3D animation-style depiction of the moment when the white-and-gray mixed-color mother cat freezes in her tracks as her eyes land on her playful kitten. Relief washes over her face, and with a mix of joy and exhaustion, she rushes forward toward the kitten. Her voice trembles with emotion as she calls out, ‘My baby! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ The kitten, with soft fur in shades of gray and white, looks up with wide, innocent eyes, hearing her mother's voice. Behind her, the snow-white mother rabbit stands, watching the reunion with a warm, supportive expression. The soft moonlight illuminates the undercave, highlighting the gentle, emotional atmosphere as the mother cat embraces her kitten. The playful rabbit baby and kitten, still close to each other, look on with curiosity and happiness as the reunion unfolds."
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, BREAK ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada, la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja, se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    "A hyper-realistic, cinematic 3D animation-style depiction of the moment when the white-and-gray mixed-color mother cat freezes in her tracks as her eyes land on her playful kitten. Relief washes over her face, and with a mix of joy and exhaustion, she rushes forward toward the kitten. Her voice trembles with emotion as she calls out, ‘My baby! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ The kitten, with soft fur in shades of gray and white, looks up with wide, innocent eyes, hearing her mother's voice. Behind her, the snow-white mother rabbit stands, watching the reunion with a warm, supportive expression. The soft moonlight illuminates the undercave, highlighting the gentle, emotional atmosphere as the mother cat embraces her kitten. The playful rabbit baby and kitten, still close to each other, look on with curiosity and happiness as the reunion unfolds."
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    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
    Foto formato panorámico(alargado) , escena de guerra, segunda guerra mundial, campaña del norte de África, desierto de Libia, Áfrika corps alemán, en primer plano en el lado izquierdo de la imagen , sobre la arena de una duna, dominando la escena, una gorra de faena,de verano, de tela del uniforme del Afrika corps. En el fondo se ve el sol del atardecer iluminando de naranja toda la escena. Más abajo, en el tercio derecho de la imagen se ven difuminados los restos humeantes de los vehículos y tanques participantes en la batalla. Imagen de alta calidad artística y fotográfica. Realística. Ambiente de misterio
    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
    chicas espaolas, cntabra, 18 aos,68kg, pelo moreno, 1,70 de altura 90-70-80, cejas arqueadas y definas, labios definidos, el labio superior es fino, ojos marron miel, curvas definidas, desnuda en la playa , se ve todo su cuerpo, los pezones erectos, sus tetas colgonas, tiene la expresin de sorprendida y avergonzada. fotografia de alta calidad, estilo ultrarealista. Rostro ovalado 10:4, pomulos prominentes 1.2, maquillaje natural, labios finos, full body shot, choke, multiple girls, naked, group photo
    chicas espaolas, cntabra, 18 aos,68kg, pelo moreno, 1,70 de altura 90-70-80, cejas arqueadas y definas, labios definidos, el labio superior es fino, ojos marron miel, curvas definidas, desnuda en la playa , se ve todo su cuerpo, los pezones erectos, sus tetas colgonas, tiene la expresin de sorprendida y avergonzada. fotografia de alta calidad, estilo ultrarealista. Rostro ovalado 10:4, pomulos prominentes 1.2, maquillaje natural, labios finos, full body shot, choke, multiple girls, naked, group photo
    "A hyper-realistic, cinematic 3D animation-style depiction of the moment when the white-and-gray mixed-color mother cat freezes in her tracks as her eyes land on her playful kitten. Relief washes over her face, and with a mix of joy and exhaustion, she rushes forward toward the kitten. Her voice trembles with emotion as she calls out, ‘My baby! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ The kitten, with soft fur in shades of gray and white, looks up with wide, innocent eyes, hearing her mother's voice. Behind her, the snow-white mother rabbit stands, watching the reunion with a warm, supportive expression. The soft moonlight illuminates the undercave, highlighting the gentle, emotional atmosphere as the mother cat embraces her kitten. The playful rabbit baby and kitten, still close to each other, look on with curiosity and happiness as the reunion unfolds."
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, BREAK ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada, la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja, se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    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
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    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
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada. BREAK la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja. BREAK se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    beautiful woman (EPChr1styTurl1ngt0n:.99), perfect hair, jewellery, ((portrait)), (closeup:1.2), ((from the waist up)), ((( flower shop :1.2 ))), natural skin texture, (( Alpaca Pullover :1.2)), (( Lace Fingerless Gloves:1.2)), 24mm, 4k textures, soft cinematic light, adobe lightroom, photolab, hdr, intricate, elegant, highly detailed, sharp focus, ((((cinematic look)))), soothing tones, insane details, intricate details, hyperdetailed, low contrast, soft cinematic light, exposure blend, hdr, faded, now, ("I've got a bad feeling about this.":1.1)
    One look at you and I can't disguise, I've got Hungry eyes I feel the magic between you and I
    <lora:md2034:0.5>, Epic, heartening, warm, cinematic photograph, fulllength photograph, disturbing colour splatters, psychologically endearing, artful, uplifting victory scene poster_\(medium\), ((wild dreamscape)), ((Human of the year, and you've won!)), (cog in the machine emblem), full length, photograph including entire body, (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, uhd, photorealistic, ultra 3d, highres, ultra_high_res, photography, aesthetic, extremely_delicate, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, Ellis-RealismBoost, epiCRealism
    anime key visual, Golden ratio, zoomed out of a Majestic Atari 2600 Style ("I can't stop loving you, I've made up my mind.":1.3) , from inside of a Floating Chalet, Romanian cityscape and forest, Snowing, FOV 90 degrees, Rough sketch, Hopeful, Art Nouveau, short lighting, 80mm, triadic colors, Mandala, electric red mist, dslr, RTX
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, BREAK ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada, la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja, se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    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
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    foto de iphone pulitzer: Alba Garcia Alvarez, mujer cantabra, descendiente de malaga y marruecos, 18 años con la falda levantada, morena pelo liso y corto, sus tetas son naturales grandes. BREAK la foto se toma desde abajo pudiendo ver su vagina sonrosada con bello pubico, se ven los labios internos y externos, tiene el coño muy húmedo, su dedo corazón toca el clítoris, BREAK ella es delicada, se la ve un poco avergonzada, la foto se la hace en la intimidad para mandarsela a su pareja, se ven sus enormes pero bellas tetas que son naturales y un poco asimetricas, sus pezones erectos tienen un brillo especial, su rostro palido es hermoso, tiene pecas, sus ojos verdes destacan de su forma almendrada, sus cejas definidas y legeramente curvadas, su nariz es fina, sus labios carnosos y sensuales son mordidos con delicadeza,BREAK tiene las piernas abiertas de forma muy sensual y se deja ver su hermosa y detallada vagina. Su mirada expresiva es natural, mira ligeramente hacia abajo como si estuviese avergonzada. BREAK Ella está en un entorno natural acogedor, es verano y hace calor, cerca hay un estanque con flores y nenúfares.
    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
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    I've been called out by this lora's creator and while I feel honored, I also feel challenged so here's an answer sent over through regular mail in an fashionable envelope made out of dvr-hm-slt
    What a fantastic request! Here's your detailed image prompt: **Title:** "The Crimson Carnival of Lost Souls" **Image Description:** Imagine a surreal, nightmarish landscape that defies logic and reason. The scene is set at an abandoned carnival, its rusty gates creaking in the wind like skeletal fingers. The once-colorful tents and stalls now hang limp and forlorn, like tattered party streamers. **The Main Attraction:** In the center of the carnival, a massive, twisted Ferris wheel rises like a metal behemoth from hell, its seats occupied by ghostly apparitions with faces contorted in perpetual screaming. The wheel's axis is stained with a deep, crimson color, as if the very essence of madness had seeped into its metal heart. **The Carnivalesque Chaos:** Surrounding the Ferris wheel, various carnival attractions have become twisted and grotesque. A funhouse mirror now reflects distorted, elongated versions of the dreamer's own features. The merry-go-round spins with a cacophony of eerie laughter, while a hall of mirrors becomes a maze of fractured reflections, each one revealing a different aspect of the dreamer's psyche. **The Dreamer's Descent into Madness:** As the dream unfolds, the dreamer (represented by a figure in the distance) begins to lose grip on reality. Their surroundings warp and distort, like melting wax, as they stumble through the surreal landscape. The air thickens with an otherworldly presence, heavy with the scent of decay and neglect. **Visual Elements:** * Twisted, gnarled tree branches that seem to writhe in agony * Eyes that glow like embers or lanterns in the dark * Skin that seems to peel away like rotten fruit * Hair that snakes around the dreamer's face like a living vine * A sky that rages with stormy clouds that threaten to consume everything * A sense of unease and dread that permeates every aspect of the image **Color Palette:** * Earth tones mixed with dark, muted colors (think moss, bark, and decaying leaves) * Flickers of fiery orange or red to represent the eerie glow of those eyes * Shadows that seem to writhe across the scene like living darkness **Composition:** * The dreamer should be situated in a way that makes them appear small and vulnerable within the larger environment * Use negative space effectively to create a sense of isolation and disorientation * Incorporate strange, unsettling shapes or structures that defy explanation (think twisted tree limbs or unnatural rock formations) * Consider using multiple layers or planes of depth to create a sense of dimensionality and disorienting perspective **Atmosphere:** * Create an atmosphere that is tense, foreboding, and utterly unsettling * Use texture and shading to give the image a tactile quality that draws the viewer in * Play with the lighting to create long shadows, eerie glows, or other effects that add to the sense of unease **Specific elements:** * Include at least one element that is inexplicable, such as a glowing symbol on a door, a strange creature lurking in the distance, or an unnatural plant growth * Incorporate something that is familiar but twisted, like a child's drawing come to life, a broken toy, or a family photo with sinister implications * Use at least one element that is unsettlingly human, such as a character with an unblinking gaze, a figure with an unnatural posture, or a person with an unnerving facial expression **Atmosphere:** * Create a sense of disorientation by using unusual perspectives, angles, and compositions * Play with the scale to make everyday objects seem monstrous or tiny, or vice versa * Use color to create an atmosphere that is unsettling, foreboding, or just plain creepy **Additional details:** * The dream takes place in a setting that is familiar yet distorted, such as a town that's identical to your own but with an air of unease * Incorporate elements that are symbolic or metaphorical, such as recurring characters, objects, or themes that represent something deeper than the surface-level narrative * Use the dream to explore themes of psychological trauma, existential crises, or societal unease **Visual inspiration:** * Study the works of Stephen King and other masters of horror fiction (e.g. H.P. Lovecraft, Clive Barker) * Draw from your own nightmares and fears for added authenticity * Consider incorporating elements of the surreal, the uncanny, or the bizarre to create a dream-like atmosphere **Additional notes:** * Pay attention to lighting, shadows, and textures to create an eerie and unsettling mood * Don't be afraid to get weird and creative with your imagery - after all, this is a dream! * Consider using a mix of realistic and fantastical elements to blur the lines between reality and fantasy. **Example Image:** Imagine a dark, misty forest, where twisted trees loom like skeletal fingers. The air is thick with the scent of decay and rot. In the distance, a faint glow emanates from a clearing, but it's not just any light - it's as if the very fabric of reality has been torn asunder, revealing a glowing portal to some other dimension. **Elements to Incorporate:** 1. **Darkness:** The forest is shrouded in an eerie mist that makes it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. 2. **Twisted Trees:** The trees are twisted and gnarled, like they've been shaped by some malevolent force. Their branches seem to writhe and twist, like living serpents. 3. **Portals or Rifts:** A glowing portal or rift in the distance, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. It's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling before your eyes. 4. **Foreboding Creatures:** Some unseen presence lurks just out of sight, its dark shape looming like a specter on the horizon. You can't quite make it out, but you sense it's watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 5. **Atmosphere of Fear and Dread:** The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of impending doom. Every creak of a tree or snap of a twig sounds like a death knell, and the silence between those sounds is oppressive. 6. **Unsettling Imagery:** Strange, unblinking eyes watch from the shadows, their gaze piercing through the darkness. A tangle of twisted vines and thorns seems to writhe across the ground, as if alive and malevolent. Example: "You find yourself trapped in a dark forest, where every step feels like an eternity. The trees seem to twist and writhe around you, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of rotting fruit, and the silence is oppressive. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows - its face a grotesque parody of a human visage, with eyes that burn like hot coals. It speaks in a voice that's both familiar and yet completely alien, saying 'You'll never wake up...'."
    She is beautiful, she is sexy, she has the most warmest cold blue almond shaped eyes you've ever seen, the sweetest warmest inviting smile, her hair is of a ginger:1.3 goddess lush long wavy untamed brushed to one side, her full lips are shiny from a pink lip gloss, she has a thick eyeliner and smokey eyes makeup, silver hoop earrings, intricately detailed lace choker, close up portrait, white background, high-key photography:1.3, overexposed, clamshell lighting, beauty lighting, facing camera, shallow depth of field, taken with Canon EOS R5 and 85mm f/1.4 lens, SkinHairDetail, EyeDetail
    Gemideki yiyecekler hızla tükenmeye başlar ve Sam, her döngüde yiyecek arayışına girer. Bir gün, geminin bir köşesinde geçmiş döngülerden kalma kendi cesediyle karşılaşır. Açlık ve çaresizlik içinde, hayatta kalmak için zor bir karar vermek zorunda kalır: geçmişteki kendisini yemek.
    Midjourney, MJ, Midjourney style, pastel, dry chalk, poster, realistic, close up, cinematic light, Girl, frustration, despair, suicide. You've jumped off collapsing bridges, watched cityscapes turn to dust, Shot from above as helicopters fell into the ocean You've got music, baby, tell me why You've got music, baby, tell me why You've been trapped here forever and just can't say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of lovers holding you You've been hiding them in empty pianos, leaving them in the dark You've got music, baby, tell me why
    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
    [award winning photograph], Reflecting pools, the shadows in them so deep, Let your mind wander to where nightmares creep, A girl with eyes of mirrors, makes our souls weep. Her left mirror-eye glints with twisted gleam, A portal into a most haunting dream. Gaze into that reflective sight, See hells you've lived in endless night. Countless lives spent in pain and agony, Tortured realms where you may once again be. Screams and fires, your visage blurs, In torment's grip, your spirit stirs. But worse awaits, her right eye's stare, Reflects lost heavens, bright and fair. Your former bliss, so pure, divine, Paradise that once was thine. Now seen through tears, a ghostly view, All you loved and all you knew. Splendor lost, it's just a cruel jest, Knowing, in peace you will never rest. Shattered now, your soul laid bare, Broken by her eye-mirrors' glare. She leaves you wrecked, in sorrow's wake, Seeks the next pure and naive heart to break. An innocent, with her future so bright, To show the left mirror-eye, then the right. In her eye-mirrors' gaze, their doom is spun, A cycle dark, sadistic, and never undone. [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    [award winning photograph], Reflecting pools, the shadows in them so deep, Let your mind wander to where nightmares creep, A girl with eyes of mirrors, makes our souls weep. Her left mirror-eye glints with twisted gleam, A portal into a most haunting dream. Gaze into that reflective sight, See hells you've lived in endless night. Countless lives spent in pain and agony, Tortured realms where you may once again be. Screams and fires, your visage blurs, In torment's grip, your spirit stirs. But worse awaits, her right eye's stare, Reflects lost heavens, bright and fair. Your former bliss, so pure, divine, Paradise that once was thine. Now seen through tears, a ghostly view, All you loved and all you knew. Splendor lost, it's just a cruel jest, Knowing, in peace you will never rest. Shattered now, your soul laid bare, Broken by her eye-mirrors' glare. She leaves you wrecked, in sorrow's wake, Seeks the next pure and naive heart to break. An innocent, with her future so bright, To show the left mirror-eye, then the right. In her eye-mirrors' gaze, their doom is spun, A cycle dark, sadistic, and never undone. [ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background] realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    I've been called out by this lora's creator and while I feel honored, I also feel challenged so here's an answer sent over through regular mail in an fashionable envelope made out of dvr-hm-slt

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    • V1.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v102TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V1.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v10Bakedvae.safetensors

      Realistic Vision V6.0 B1

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