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    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>
    <lora:Harrison Butker SDXL LoRA - Trigger is Butker Person:1> ,Film scene showcasing butker person person , in a gladiator-style arena facing extraterrestrial beasts, under glaring stadium lights, taken from the crowd's perspective, revealing a universe's cruel entertainment. Template: <lora:Harrison Butker SDXL LoRA - Trigger is Butker Person:1> ${nme=butker person},{Film scene showcasing ${nme} person , piloting a sleek spaceship through an asteroid field, under flashing warning lights, shot from a cockpit perspective, conveying a high-stakes space chase.|Movie moment with ${nme} person , in a post-apocalyptic cityscape, with eerie green lighting from an alien mothership, captured from a high vantage point, depicting a world under invasion.|Film scene starring ${nme} person , engaging in a laser sword duel on a floating platform, surrounded by a lava-filled planet, shot in slow-motion, exuding epic confrontation vibes.|Movie sequence featuring ${nme} person , leading a team in a stealth mission through a futuristic cyberpunk city, illuminated by neon holograms, captured in a tracking shot, conveying covert operations.|Film scene showcasing ${nme} person , in a high-tech lab, stopping a rogue AI takeover, under stark white LED lights, taken from a 360-degree angle, portraying a race against time.|Movie moment with ${nme} person , at the center of a zero-gravity fight in a space station, with emergency red lights flashing, shot in a continuous take, emphasizing the chaos of weightlessness.|Film scene starring ${nme} person , activating a time-travel device in a crowded square, under the distorted lighting of time ripples, captured from an overhead view, exploring the dangers of time manipulation.|Movie sequence with ${nme} person , navigating through a shifting maze with moving walls and deadly traps, under dynamic spotlighting, shot from both first-person and bird's-eye views, encapsulating suspense.|Film scene showcasing ${nme} person , escaping from an alien prison using improvised gadgets, with dim ambient lights from alien tech, taken in tight close-ups, highlighting ingenuity under pressure.|Movie moment featuring ${nme} person , racing on a hoverbike through a dense forest with laser beams trailing, under twilight's glow, captured in a high-speed chase camera, emphasizing the thrill.|Film scene starring ${nme} person , confronting a rogue android in a rain-soaked alley, under streetlights with a blue tint, shot in a wide-angle, depicting the blurred lines between human and machine.|Movie sequence with ${nme} person , infiltrating an underwater base guarded by biomechanical creatures, under deep-sea luminescent lighting, captured in panoramic views, showcasing the vastness of alien oceans.|Film scene showcasing ${nme} person , in a gladiator-style arena facing extraterrestrial beasts, under glaring stadium lights, taken from the crowd's perspective, revealing a universe's cruel entertainment.|Movie moment starring ${nme} person , in a mech suit, battling giant robots in a devastated city, under a fiery sky, shot from ground level, portraying the clash of titans.|Film scene with ${nme} person , negotiating an intergalactic treaty amidst an assassination attempt, with grandiose chandelier lighting, captured in sweeping shots, emphasizing diplomatic tension.|Movie sequence featuring ${nme} person , discovering an ancient alien relic, illuminated by its inner glow, shot in extreme close-up, revealing the power of ancient civilizations.|Film scene starring ${nme} person , in a frantic spacewalk repair during a meteor shower, with the darkness of space punctuated by stars, taken in wide shots, showcasing the vastness and danger of space.|Movie moment with ${nme} person , trapped in a virtual reality, battling digital dragons and warriors, under a simulated sun, captured from multiple angles, reflecting the blending of real and virtual.|Film scene showcasing ${nme} person , defending a space colony against an alien swarm, under the piercing lights of laser cannons, shot from an aerial view, depicting last stand heroics.|Movie sequence starring ${nme} person , navigating a collapsing starship into a wormhole, with fluctuating gravity and emergency lighting, captured in a rotating camera motion, embodying the unpredictability of space anomalies.}
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    I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
    cinematic film still photorealistic rendering of You're lost in a dense and foreboding jungle, surrounded by towering trees and thick underbrush. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the humid heat is oppressive, making it difficult to breathe. Every step you take could be your last as the terrain is treacherous and unpredictable, with hidden drops and venomous creatures lurking in the shadows. The sounds of the jungle are deafening, from the piercing cries of unknown animals to the slithering of snakes in the foliage. You feel like you're being watched by unseen eyes, and the sense of being prey is overwhelming. As the sun begins to set, the shadows grow longer and more menacing, casting the jungle into a twisted and distorted landscape. You're lost and alone, with no hope of rescue and no way out. The jungle is a cruel and unforgiving world, and you're just a small, insignificant creature at the mercy of its whims. Every second feels like an eternity as you struggle to survive in this hostile environment, with hopelessness your only companion <lora:offset_0.2:1> . detailed, realistic, high definition . shallow depth of field, vignette, highly detailed, high budget Hollywood movie, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    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
    Ultra Detailed, Surrealism, Concept Art, Incredibly Detailed Accurate Portrait Of A very Cruel magic creature from the depth of the abyss, Haunted the city
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, gothic art, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    A beautiful magical gorgeous cruel girl witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart, holding the muscle heart(((SFX and VFX, accurated details))
    A beautiful magical gorgeous cruel girl witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart, holding the muscle heart(((SFX and VFX, accurated details))
    A beautiful magical gorgeous cruel girl witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart, holding the muscle heart(((SFX and VFX, accurated details))
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    [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
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, masterpiece, ultra-realistic 8k, (best quality), (lots of details), (intricate details), realistic skin. BREAK 1woman, dudasoares, solo, standing, facing forward, full body, simple white background, very tall, evil, cruel, chubby, brown eyes, full lips, smirk, severe hairstyle, medium brown hair. BREAK crisp dark blue uniform jacket, well-fitting trousers hugging thighs and calves, highly polished black boots, commanding presence
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    [(very high angle photograph), (looking downward and across the scene)] , ((intense fisheyelens photograph)/(strong fishseyeview photograph)) of ((a dark, oppressive townscape) (in the centre is a giant, fearsome and grotesque figure), (the figure's face is like a fierce lion, with fiery, glaring eyes full of wrath and arrogance, its mouth, twisted in a perpetual snarl, reveals sharp, menacing teeth), (the figure's body is serpentine , long and coiled, covered in scales that shimmer with dark light), (the figure's body winds around jagged, rocky terrain, creating an eerie, labyrinthine environment)), ((at the edges of the townscape are other demons with distorted features, blending human and animalist elements, elongated limbs and sharp claws, wings with tattered feathers, and grotesque faces marked by blind, hollow eyes and twisted, cruel expressions)), ((in the distance, above the townscape, is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, occasionally pierced by flashes of sickly green lightning), (oppressive, chaotic)), intricate, detailed, echoimages, ((long exposure motion photos) overlayed on (sharp short exposure )), (strange afterimages), (multiple exposures), ((low opacity, Lovecraftian double exposure overlays), experimental angles, contrasting lighting and shadows, epiCNegative, epiCRealism,
    A beautiful magical gorgeous bad cruel girl as a witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart))). (((SFX and VFX, accurated details))teddy bear
    amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, UHD, perfect anatomy, portrait, dof, hyper-realism, majestic, awesome, inspiring, dark medieval Science fiction Style - Capture the essence of nostalgia and futuristic fusion in this vibrant snapshot: A bold Cyborg knight detailed Iron armor, his metallic face, neck, and exposed skin areas adorned with weathered golden and silver Iron tones, a testament to time, battle and sunlight. With arms raised in greeting, she embodies a blend of retro charm and cybernetic allure.. cinematic composition, soft shadows, national geographic style, bw-grignani, emphasis lines, horizontal perfect bold lines, perfect align lines, Capture the enigma: a Knight resembling the Mountain from Game of Thrones sits regally on a lavish throne, his arms casually draped over its ornate arms. Adorned in a iron plaster skull Mask and a red high collar scarf, paired with fur and keather gloves, he exudes a captivating contrast. Her ensemble is completed with a translucent DARK Blue luminous berserk sword in his Hand and a Large voluminous trailing black tulle train. Amidst the opulent surroundings of a HR Giger inspired room infront of a huge Blood Red cruel geometrical Pop-Art painting, he embodies a fusion of mystery and elegance.. with endless lines guiding the eye.
    [(very high angle photograph), (looking downward and across the scene)] , ((intense fisheyelens photograph)/(strong fishseyeview photograph)) of ((a dark, oppressive townscape) (in the centre is a giant, fearsome and grotesque figure), (the figure's face is like a fierce lion, with fiery, glaring eyes full of wrath and arrogance, its mouth, twisted in a perpetual snarl, reveals sharp, menacing teeth), (the figure's body is serpentine , long and coiled, covered in scales that shimmer with dark light), (the figure's body winds around jagged, rocky terrain, creating an eerie, labyrinthine environment)), ((at the edges of the townscape are other demons with distorted features, blending human and animalist elements, elongated limbs and sharp claws, wings with tattered feathers, and grotesque faces marked by blind, hollow eyes and twisted, cruel expressions)), ((in the distance, above the townscape, is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, occasionally pierced by flashes of sickly green lightning), (oppressive, chaotic)), intricate, detailed, echoimages, ((long exposure motion photos) overlayed on (sharp short exposure )), (strange afterimages), (multiple exposures), ((low opacity, Lovecraftian double exposure overlays), experimental angles, contrasting lighting and shadows, epiCNegative, epiCRealism,
    [(very high angle photograph), (looking downward and across the scene)] , ((intense fisheyelens photograph)/(strong fishseyeview photograph)) of ((a dark, oppressive townscape) (in the centre is a giant, fearsome and grotesque figure), (the figure's face is like a fierce lion, with fiery, glaring eyes full of wrath and arrogance, its mouth, twisted in a perpetual snarl, reveals sharp, menacing teeth), (the figure's body is serpentine , long and coiled, covered in scales that shimmer with dark light), (the figure's body winds around jagged, rocky terrain, creating an eerie, labyrinthine environment)), ((at the edges of the townscape are other demons with distorted features, blending human and animalist elements, elongated limbs and sharp claws, wings with tattered feathers, and grotesque faces marked by blind, hollow eyes and twisted, cruel expressions)), ((in the distance, above the townscape, is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, occasionally pierced by flashes of sickly green lightning), (oppressive, chaotic)), intricate, detailed, echoimages, ((long exposure motion photos) overlayed on (sharp short exposure )), (strange afterimages), (multiple exposures), ((low opacity, Lovecraftian double exposure overlays), experimental angles, contrasting lighting and shadows, epiCNegative, epiCRealism,
    A beautiful magical gorgeous bad cruel girl as a witch with absurd long hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart))). (((SFX and VFX, accurated details)))
    A beautiful magical gorgeous bad cruel girl as a witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart))). (((SFX and VFX, accurated details))teddy bear
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    A beautiful magical gorgeous cruel girl witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart, holding the muscle heart(((SFX and VFX, accurated details))
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    (30 years old), (Ukrainian woman), (realism), (masterpiece), (best quality), (expressive eyes), (perfect face), (fishnet pantyhose or tights cover all the way to hips), (thigh high boots), (stiletto heel), (holding dressage whip), (dominatrix), (mistress), (bdsm), (femdom), (cold expression), (looking down), (voluptuous), (seductive), (alluring), (milf), (temptress), (alluring expression), (blood of enemy splattered on whip), (no background), (blank background), (large eye), (beautiful face), (delicate facial feature), (high quality), (4K), (holding one dressage whip total, no more than one whip), (cowboy shot), (standard human anatomy), (1 girl), (solo), (3/4 portrait), (full glove), (mature female), (nobility), (cruelty), (elegant), (beautiful eye), hairstyle, drill hair, brown eyes, blonde hair, looking at viewer, (female general), (wears bra), (queen commander), (war goddess), (cruel), good hands, best hands, black tights, (lara croft)
    A beautiful magical gorgeous cruel girl witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart, holding the muscle heart(((SFX and VFX, accurated details))
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    A mystical cruel vampire lady holds a traumatized anatomical heart in her hands, blood, bright light comes from wounds, blood on her hands and face, elegant stunning model figure, gloomy Gothic interior, mystical fog, double exposure, supermodel with the sinister face , in a leather corset, massive rings, bracelets, necklaces, supermodel whose image was created artistically, portrait of Mikhail Garmash, works by Lily Alvarado, Russ Mills, a magnificent and attractive image, a combination of dark fantasy, demonism and vampirism, genuine leather, corset, lacing, long loose hair. in UHD resolution, the perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, gaze, gloomy fantasy, excessive fullness, artstation trend, clear focus, complex details, high detail - the image of Greg Rutkowski was created in the artistic style of Mikhail Garmash, Lilia Alvarado, Russ Mills, magnificent and attractive. image, a combination of dark fantasies and vampirism, long loose hair, UHD resolution, perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, sharp gaze, dark fantasies, excessive detail, trending on artstation, clear focus, complex details, high detail, Greg Rutkowski
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    A mystical cruel vampire lady holds a traumatized anatomical heart in her hands, blood, bright light comes from wounds, blood on her hands and face, elegant stunning model figure, gloomy Gothic interior, mystical fog, double exposure, supermodel with the sinister face , in a leather corset, massive rings, bracelets, necklaces, supermodel whose image was created artistically, portrait of Mikhail Garmash, works by Lily Alvarado, Russ Mills, a magnificent and attractive image, a combination of dark fantasy, demonism and vampirism, genuine leather, corset, lacing, long loose hair. in UHD resolution, the perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, gaze, gloomy fantasy, excessive fullness, artstation trend, clear focus, complex details, high detail - the image of Greg Rutkowski was created in the artistic style of Mikhail Garmash, Lilia Alvarado, Russ Mills, magnificent and attractive. image, a combination of dark fantasies and vampirism, long loose hair, UHD resolution, perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, sharp gaze, dark fantasies, excessive detail, trending on artstation, clear focus, complex details, high detail, Greg Rutkowski
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    A full-length photograph of Lord Vador on Endor, armed with a shotgun and riding a Harley Davidson motorcycle., It looks cute and adorable, but cruel at the same time. The Ewok equivalent of the Terminator, funny, highest quality, exceptional accuracy and realism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    A mystical cruel vampire lady holds a traumatized anatomical heart in her hands, blood, bright light comes from wounds, blood on her hands and face, elegant stunning model figure, gloomy Gothic interior, mystical fog, double exposure, supermodel with the sinister face , in a leather corset, massive rings, bracelets, necklaces, supermodel whose image was created artistically, portrait of Mikhail Garmash, works by Lily Alvarado, Russ Mills, a magnificent and attractive image, a combination of dark fantasy, demonism and vampirism, genuine leather, corset, lacing, long loose hair. in UHD resolution, the perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, gaze, gloomy fantasy, excessive fullness, artstation trend, clear focus, complex details, high detail - the image of Greg Rutkowski was created in the artistic style of Mikhail Garmash, Lilia Alvarado, Russ Mills, magnificent and attractive. image, a combination of dark fantasies and vampirism, long loose hair, UHD resolution, perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, sharp gaze, dark fantasies, excessive detail, trending on artstation, clear focus, complex details, high detail, Greg Rutkowski
    A mystical cruel vampire lady holds a traumatized anatomical heart in her hands, blood, bright light comes from wounds, blood on her hands and face, elegant stunning model figure, gloomy Gothic interior, mystical fog, double exposure, supermodel with the sinister face , in a leather corset, massive rings, bracelets, necklaces, supermodel whose image was created artistically, portrait of Mikhail Garmash, works by Lily Alvarado, Russ Mills, a magnificent and attractive image, a combination of dark fantasy, demonism and vampirism, genuine leather, corset, lacing, long loose hair. in UHD resolution, the perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, gaze, gloomy fantasy, excessive fullness, artstation trend, clear focus, complex details, high detail - the image of Greg Rutkowski was created in the artistic style of Mikhail Garmash, Lilia Alvarado, Russ Mills, magnificent and attractive. image, a combination of dark fantasies and vampirism, long loose hair, UHD resolution, perfect body, perfect eyes, wide-open pupils, sharp gaze, dark fantasies, excessive detail, trending on artstation, clear focus, complex details, high detail, Greg Rutkowski
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, gothic art, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    safe_pos, (30 years old), (Ukrainian woman), (realism), (masterpiece), (best quality), (expressive eyes), (perfect face), (fishnet pantyhose or tights cover all the way to hips), (thigh high boots), (stiletto heel), (holding dressage whip), (dominatrix), (mistress), (bdsm), (femdom), (cold expression), (looking down), (voluptuous), (seductive), (alluring), (milf), (temptress), (alluring expression), (blood of enemy splattered on cloth), (no background), (blank background), (large eye), (beautiful face), (delicate facial feature), (high quality), (4K), (holding one dressage whip total, no more than one whip), (cowboy shot), (standard human anatomy), (1 girl), (solo), (3/4 portrait), (full glove), (mature female), (nobility), (cruelty), (elegant), (beautiful eye), hairstyle, drill hair, brown eyes, blonde hair, looking at viewer, (female general), (wears bra), (queen commander), (war goddess), (cruel), good hands, best hands, black tights, (lara croft)
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    A beautiful magical gorgeous bad cruel girl as a witch with absurd long hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart))). (((SFX and VFX, accurated details)))
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    A realistic magical gorgeous cruel girl witch with absurd long brown hair and dark red eyes, wide smile, wears a little gold chain glass necklace with inside the ((( muscle red heart, holding the muscle heart(((SFX and VFX, accurated details))
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    This uses realvis as base with custom sdxl for upscaling in an ELLA wf, In a gritty, high-contrast, cinematic style reminiscent of Mad Max, a hulking, rusted, blackened, skeletal behemoth of a vehicle, with twisted, jagged metal plating, razor-sharp fins, and glowing red optics, sits atop massive, chunky, treaded tires, surrounded by a halo of flickering, orange-tinted flames, amidst a desolate, barren, dusty wasteland, littered with shattered concrete, twisted metal debris, and the remnants of a forgotten civilization, under a sickly yellow, toxic sky, with a massive, imposing, cyclopean wheel dominating the foreground, adorned with cruel, jagged spikes, and a mangled, half-destroyed, chromed-out grille, with a pair of glowing, malevolent, red eyes peering out from the darkness, like a mechanical demon risen from the ashes.
    (Zatanna Zatara), (Victorian Era Noble Attire), (30 years old), (Ukrainian woman), (realism), (masterpiece), (best quality), (expressive eyes), (perfect face), (fishnet pantyhose or tights cover all the way to hips), (thigh high boots), (stiletto heel), (holding dressage whip), (dominatrix), (mistress), (bdsm), (femdom), (cold expression), (looking down), (voluptuous), (seductive), (alluring), (milf), (temptress), (alluring expression), (blood of enemy splattered on whip), (no background), (blank background), (large eye), (beautiful face), (delicate facial feature), (high quality), (4K), (holding one dressage whip total, no more than one whip), (cowboy shot), (standard human anatomy), (1 girl), (solo), (3/4 portrait), (full glove), (mature female), (nobility), (cruelty), (elegant), (beautiful eye), hairstyle, drill hair, brown eyes, blonde hair, looking at viewer, (female general), (wears bra), (queen commander), (war goddess), (cruel), good hands, best hands, black tights
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    photograph of ((a woman whose mind is filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    [(very high angle photograph), (looking downward and across the scene)] , ((intense fisheyelens photograph)/(strong fishseyeview photograph)) of ((a dark, oppressive townscape) (in the centre is a giant, fearsome and grotesque figure), (the figure's face is like a fierce lion, with fiery, glaring eyes full of wrath and arrogance, its mouth, twisted in a perpetual snarl, reveals sharp, menacing teeth), (the figure's body is serpentine , long and coiled, covered in scales that shimmer with dark light), (the figure's body winds around jagged, rocky terrain, creating an eerie, labyrinthine environment)), ((at the edges of the townscape are other demons with distorted features, blending human and animalist elements, elongated limbs and sharp claws, wings with tattered feathers, and grotesque faces marked by blind, hollow eyes and twisted, cruel expressions)), ((in the distance, above the townscape, is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, occasionally pierced by flashes of sickly green lightning), (oppressive, chaotic)), intricate, detailed, echoimages, ((long exposure motion photos) overlayed on (sharp short exposure )), (strange afterimages), (multiple exposures), ((low opacity, Lovecraftian double exposure overlays), experimental angles, contrasting lighting and shadows, epiCNegative, epiCRealism,
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    (RGB_Color_32), (CSS Colors level 4), wide-gamut colors, UHD_32K, photo, HDR, RAW, IMG_1018.CR2, (((Hue-Red Primary:1.0, Blue Primary:-1.0, Saturation:3.1, vibrance:1.7))), In the style of ck-mgs, A digital artwork in the style of cknc. Digital painting in the CK-JS style. A hyper-realistic portrait of a **woman, blonde with bright golden eyes**, her gaze **cruel and unforgiving despite the tight red gag stuffed between her lips**. She stands with her back to a brick wall, handcuffed by both hands. She wears a **tight black leather corset with silver buckles, paired with a studded choker and fingerless gloves**, exuding rebellious confidence. Her thick, braided hair falls over her shoulders, glistening in the moody, high-contrast lighting. The background is a dark, industrial setting with **foggy atmospheric fog and a faint neon glow**, giving the scene an underground, cyberpunk feel. **8K ultra-detailed, dramatic cinematic lighting, intense, rebellious expressions, deep contrast, super-crisp skin textures.** Facing the viewer. Close-up (image gloss effect: 2.0), (The picture was taken with a Canon camera in bright light).
    ((Introduce quality iteratively))((highkey outdoor lifestyle sunset photograph of a 39 year old redhaired Jezebel woman in Prada miniskirt who knows of the cruelty and emptiness of this world, but is not cruel nor empty, nor seeking to imitate the world's idea of love through mistreatment))(evocative extreme depth of field)(iterative sharpness)(quixotic black point)(art of lustful genius)(mental intuition gradients)((quick bold colorful neon hues semi-saturated))((dross corners vignette)) <lora:LCM-LoRA-XL_V1:0.21> <lora:SDXLHighDetail_v5:0.3>
    photograph of ((a woman whose mind is filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    When you feel you're alone Cut off from this cruel world Your instincts telling you to run Listen to your heart Those angel voices They'll see to you They'll be your guide Back home where life leaves us blind Love keeps us kind It keeps us kind When you suffered it all And your spirit is breaking You're growing desperate from the fight Remember your love And you always will be This melody will always bring You right back home When life leaves us blind Love, keeps us kind When life leaves us blind Love keeps us kind, <lora:SLS:1.0>,, <lora:add_detail:1>, (8k, RAW photo, best quality, masterpiece:1.2), (realistic, photo-realistic:1.4), highres, ultra-detailed, extremely detailed, depth of field,
    (30 years old), (Ukrainian woman), (realism), (masterpiece), (best quality), (expressive eyes), (perfect face), (fishnet pantyhose or tights cover all the way to hips), (thigh high boots), (stiletto heel), (holding dressage whip), (dominatrix), (mistress), (bdsm), (femdom), (cold expression), (looking down), (voluptuous), (seductive), (alluring), (milf), (temptress), (alluring expression), (blood of enemy splattered on whip), (no background), (blank background), (large eye), (beautiful face), (delicate facial feature), (high quality), (4K), (holding one dressage whip total, no more than one whip), (cowboy shot), (standard human anatomy), (1 girl), (solo), (3/4 portrait), (full glove), (mature female), (nobility), (cruelty), (elegant), (beautiful eye), hairstyle, drill hair, brown eyes, blonde hair, looking at viewer, (female general), (wears bra), (queen commander), (war goddess), (cruel), good hands, best hands, black tights, (lara croft)
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, gothic art, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), 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
    [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
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and beautiful, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), her body is very beautiful, (((slim and slender))) , big breasted, long legs, (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    close up of the pharoh played by ugly angry (sinister) xerxes, A somber and intense scene set in ancient Egypt, depicting the moment Pharaoh issues his cruel decree. Pharaoh is portrayed sitting on a grand throne within a lavish, ornately decorated palace chamber. His expression is stern and unyielding as he addresses his courtiers and scribes, who react with a mix of approval and apprehension. The artwork should convey the gravity of the decree, using elements like photorealism, sharp focus, dramatic lighting, and a rich color palette to emphasize the opulence of the setting and the ominous nature of the command., award winning photograph + cinematic shot + photos taken by ARRI 65 + incredibly detailed, sharpen, details + professional lighting, photography lighting + 50mm, 80mm, 100m + lightroom gallery + behance photographys + unsplash, global illumination, epic award winning photograph (subsurface scattering:1.3), intracate details, ambient occlusion, global illumination, realism, hyper realistic, hyper detailed
    (Older Zatanna Zatara), (Victorian Era Noble Attire), (40 years old), (Ukrainian woman), (hyper realistic, realism), (masterpiece), (best quality), (expressive eyes), (perfect face), (fishnet pantyhose or tights cover all the way to hips), (thigh high boots), (stiletto heel), (holding dressage whip), (dominatrix), (mistress), (BDSM), (femdom), (cold expression), (looking down), (voluptuous), (seductive), (alluring), (MILF), (temptress), (alluring expression), (blood of enemy splattered on whip), (no background), (blank background), (large eye), (beautiful face), (delicate facial feature), (high quality), (4K), (holding one dressage whip total, no more than one whip), (mid-thigh to head portrait, cowboy shot), (standard human anatomy), (1 girl), (solo), (3/4 portrait), (full magician glove), (mature female), (nobility), (cruelty), (elegant), (beautiful eye), (Victorian Feather Hat), hairstyle, drill hair, brown eyes, (Black Hair), looking at viewer, (female general), (wears bra), (queen commander), (war goddess), (cruel), good hands, best hands, black tights
    [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
    photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and angular, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and beautiful, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), her body is very beautiful, (((slim and slender))) , big breasted, long legs, (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    sfw photograph of ((surrealist after images)/(echo images) (low opacity multiple exposures) around a woman's head)) ((mind filled with images of a (tall, gaunt lady with emaciated and skeletal frame), (her face is sharp and beautiful, with hollow cheeks and deep-set dark eyes are filled with fire), (her skin is pale and stretched tight over the bones, giving her a corpse-like appearance), (her mouth is twisted into a cruel, mocking smile, with thin white lips), (hair is long, wild, and black, cascading down in tangled, unruly strands), (wearing tattered, flowing robes of dark, muted deep purples, blacks, and grays)( The fabric is old, faded, torn and frayed) ( theybillow around her, creating an almost smoke-like effect), (chains and metallic accessories, spiked or barbed elements), (around her neck, wrists, and ankles are shackles), her body is very beautiful, (((slim and slender))) , big breasted, long legs, (The background is a desolate, infernal landscape , ground cracked and barren, with few outbursts of fire, twisted dried trees and jagged rocks dot the terrain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation), (the sky is dark and foreboding, filled with swirling, stormy clouds, flashes of lightning illuminate the scene, the air is thick with sulfurous fog), ornately detailed, very detailed background realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative
    (Older Zatanna Zatara), (Victorian Era Noble Attire), (40 years old), (Ukrainian woman), (hyper realistic, realism), (masterpiece), (best quality), (expressive eyes), (perfect face), (fishnet pantyhose or tights cover all the way to hips), (thigh high boots), (stiletto heel), (holding dressage whip), (dominatrix), (mistress), (BDSM), (femdom), (cold expression), (looking down), (voluptuous), (seductive), (alluring), (MILF), (temptress), (alluring expression), (blood of enemy splattered on whip), (no background), (blank background), (large eye), (beautiful face), (delicate facial feature), (high quality), (4K), (holding one dressage whip total, no more than one whip), (mid-thigh to head portrait, cowboy shot), (standard human anatomy), (1 girl), (solo), (3/4 portrait), (full magician glove), (mature female), (nobility), (cruelty), (elegant), (beautiful eye), (Victorian Feather Hat), hairstyle, drill hair, brown eyes, (Black Hair), looking at viewer, (female general), (wears bra), (queen commander), (war goddess), (cruel), good hands, best hands, black tights
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    What a thrilling and terrifying task! Here's your worst nightmare in vivid detail: **The Setting:** A dark, cramped, and eerily silent subway tunnel. The walls are damp and covered in old graffiti, while the air is thick with the stench of mold and decay. **The Nightmare Begins:** You're standing at the end of the tunnel, trying to make your way back to the safety of the main platform. But as you take that first step forward, the fluorescent lights above flicker and die, plunging you into darkness. The only sound is the soft hum of a distant train, growing louder with each passing moment. **The First Horror:** As your eyes adjust to the blackness, you notice that the tunnel's walls are now covered in twisted, gnarled roots. They're moving, like living vines, and they seem to be closing in on you from all sides. You try to move forward, but every step feels like quicksand – the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. **The Second Terror:** Suddenly, the air is filled with the stench of rotting flesh. You can't see anything, but you know that something is coming for you. The smell grows stronger, and you feel a presence looming just behind your left shoulder... waiting to pounce. **The Third Menace:** Now, the tunnel's walls begin to distort and ripple like water on a hot day. The roots start to writhe and thrash about, as if they're alive and trying to grab at you. You can't move, paralyzed with fear, as the stench grows more overwhelming and the presence closes in. **The Fourth Fear:** In the midst of this chaos, your worst enemy from your past or present life appears before you, their face contorted into a malevolent grin. They begin to whisper cruel taunts and insults in your ear, their hot breath making your skin crawl. **The Fifth Horror:** As the nightmare reaches its climax, the tunnel vision begins to distort and writhe, like a living thing. The walls start to close in on you, the darkness becoming a crushing weight that threatens to suffocate you. The stench grows so overpowering it's as if death itself is hovering above you. **The Sixth Terror:** Just when you think it can't get any worse, your worst nightmare takes a grotesque form, twisting and contorting into an unholy abomination. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as it begins to speak in a voice that's both familiar and yet utterly alien. The words are a whispered promise of eternal torment, as the creature reaches out with a thousand grasping tendrils to ensnare you. **The Seventh Horror:** As the creature's grip closes around you, the world around you begins to dissolve into chaos. Buildings crumble, streets twist like snakes, and the skies turn a sickly shade of green. The air is thick with the stench of decay and corruption, as the very fabric of reality seems to unravel before your eyes. **The Eighth Terror:** In the midst of this apocalyptic landscape, you see yourself standing alone, frozen in terror. Your own reflection stares back at you from a shattered mirror, its face twisted into a grotesque grimace of fear and despair. The creature's tendrils begin to wrap around your ankles, pulling you closer to the abyss as the world around you continues to disintegrate. **The Ninth Nightmare:** As you're dragged closer to the void, you see that the creature's face is not just any ordinary visage - it's a twisted mockery of your own features. The eyes are black holes of malevolent intent, the mouth a cruel smile of triumph and domination. Your worst nightmare has become your most horrific reality. **The Tenth Dimension of Terror:** In this abyssal realm, time itself seems to warp and bend, allowing memories from throughout your entire life to flash before your eyes in rapid succession. You see moments of joy and laughter, but also moments of pain and despair. The creature's grip on you tightens, as if it's savoring the terror of reliving every moment of your existence. **The Background:** A desolate, barren landscape stretches out behind the creature, a world devoid of life or color. The sky is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with an otherworldly mist that makes it hard to breathe. **The Creature:** A twisted, inhuman form looms over you. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to have a life of their own. Eyes glow with an unnatural light, and a mouth full of jagged teeth seems to be constantly changing shape. The creature's skin is covered in sores and lesions that ooze a foul-smelling discharge. **Your Position:** You find yourself trapped in a small, cramped space - perhaps a closet or a tiny room with no windows. The air is stale and musty, and the walls seem to be closing in on you. Your back is pressed against one wall, and your legs are splayed out in front of you, leaving little room to move. **The Atmosphere:** The atmosphere is heavy with an oppressive sense of dread. The air feels thick with malevolent energy, as if the very presence of your worst nightmare is suffocating you. Shadows seem to writhe and twist across the walls, like dark tentacles grasping for you. Every creak and groan of the old wooden floorboards or the rusty hinges on the door seems like a deliberate attempt to torment you. **The Nightmare Itself:** Your worst nightmare has taken the form of a towering, amorphous figure that looms over you, its features blurring together in a maddening jumble. Eyes - if you can even call them that - glow with an otherworldly light, like embers from the very depths of hell. Tentacles made of writhing darkness grasp for you, their tips sharp as knives. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and corruption. **The Setting:** You find yourself trapped in a dimly lit, decrepit church - a place where hope goes to die. Cobwebs hang like macabre decorations from the stained glass windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The pews are cracked and worn, as if they've been used for centuries of dark rituals. A cold, damp stone floor seems to suck the warmth out of your very bones. **The Nightmare Self:** You're not alone in this forsaken place. Your own doppelganger stands before you, its eyes black holes that seem to swallow all light and sanity. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins like dark rivers pulsing beneath the surface. It's dressed in tattered, black robes that seem to billow in the faint breeze like a dark cloud. **The Surroundings:** The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. Flies buzz around your head, their buzzing growing louder and more menacing as they seem to conspire against you. The walls of the chapel are adorned with ancient, crumbling frescoes that depict scenes of horror and despair. The vaulted ceiling seems to press down upon you, making it hard to draw a full breath. **The Focus:** In the center of this nightmarish scene, you find yourself standing in front of an old, rusty, and decrepit mirror. The glass is cracked and broken, reflecting back at you a distorted image of your own face - twisted into a grotesque parody of its former self. Your eyes are sunken, your skin is deathly pale, and your mouth is frozen in a scream of terror. **The Atmosphere:** The light is dim and flickering, casting eerie shadows on the walls around you. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that seems to seep into every pore, making it hard to shake the feeling that something malevolent is lurking just out of sight. The ground beneath your feet feels unstable, as if the very foundations of reality are crumbling. **The Sounds:** In the distance, you can hear the faint whispers of forgotten terrors and half-remembered horrors. Closer at hand, the creaking of old wooden beams and the soft scraping of unseen entities against walls send shivers down your spine. The sound of distant screams and wails pierces the air, making it impossible to distinguish reality from nightmare. **The Visuals:** In the center of the image, a figure stands, its features twisted into a grotesque parody of humanity. Eyes bulge from sunken sockets, skin hangs in tattered shreds, and lips curl into a macabre grin. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is warping to accommodate this abomination. Behind the figure, a cityscape looms, its skyscrapers twisted into impossible shapes like melted wax. Windows stare like empty eyes, and streets seem to writhe and contort in agony. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, and clouds boil with dark, churning energy. In the foreground, a series of eerie, flickering lights cast an unsettling glow on the surrounding environment. These lights are suspended in mid-air, as if they're being manipulated by some unseen force. Each one seems to pulse and strobe in time with the figure's twisted movements, creating an unsettling sense of rhythm and harmony. To add an extra layer of unease, imagine that every so often, a faint, mournful whispering can be heard on the wind, carried on the breeze like a chilling mantra. The words themselves are indistinguishable, but the tone is unmistakable - a low, rasping growl that seems
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