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    The scene is the desert outside an accurate ancient Egypt, Pharoah Ramses ll and his massive thousands strong army are mounted on Chariots and are chasing Moses and thousands of Israelites through the hot desert into the Reed Sea, The waters of the Red Sea are beginning to part for Moses and the Israelites to escape from Ramses ll massive armies., chariot races, we see ten chariots racing around the arena, there is dirt and dust are in the air, the people in the seats are on their feet urging the onward and throwing beautiful flowers into the arena, movement blur, motion blur, dust in air
    ((Upper Body Photo)), <lora:Li4Le4h_v12:0.75>, Li4Le4h, 1girl, solo, blonde hair, brown eyes, long hair, At a picturesque winery in the rolling hills of Tuscany, the influencer stands by a rustic wooden barrel with rows of grapevines stretching into the horizon. She’s wearing an elegant, off-the-shoulder blouse in a deep wine color, accessorized with a delicate pendant necklace and a wide-brimmed hat. The golden hour light bathes the landscape in a warm glow, enhancing the romantic, pastoral scenery. Her serene smile and the beautiful vineyard backdrop embody the charm and sophistication of a wine country escape.
    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.
    nobody escapes <lora:SPBNZ-v1:1> spbnz, artstyle
    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.
    1 Gingerbread_Man character, 1 redhead girl, 18yo. BREAK 1 redhead girl, beautiful, perfect face, sweet face, naive, in a red dress, happy, funny, eating BREAK the girl is almost eating a gingerbread man that is in panic, the gingerbread is screaming, scared, trying to get out and escape from death. The girl is not aware about the living gingerbread man, she is holding the gingerbread man taking it to her mouth. BREAK horror fantasy, horror scene in the kitchen, food, cookie, food focus, no humans, in the ocean, ocean world, fantasy, fish, coral, serial killer ginger bread man,
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,medium breasts, narrow waist, curvy, thick thighs, detailed eyes, hyper-detailed, realistic lighting, ( urban fire escape :1.2) ( Leather jacket:1.2) , ( Ribbed leggings:1.2) ,low light, soft natural light, Rembrandt style light, Hasselblad DLSR camera, 200mm Zeiss lens, f/2.8 ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism ,lighthouse
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    nobody escapes <lora:SPBNZ-v1:1> spbnz, artstyle
    Ultra-realistic 8K resolution, Octane render, Unreal Engine 5 masterpiece, dark academia aesthetic, enchanted glass terrarium containing: two hybrid heliotrope-roses with translucent ruby gemstone petals (vitreous refraction), metallic obsidian stems (bioluminescent vascular system), liquid mercury dewdrops suspended mid-fall, spiral cerulean nebula core emitting plasma tendrils, fractured amber glass veins pulsing with trapped starlight, quantum foam escaping through dimensional cracks, non-Euclidean spacetime geometry, vantablack void background with gravitational lensing distortion, chrono-crystalline lattice framework, volumetric photon mapping event horizon glow, subsurface scattering in petal nanostructures, temporal anomaly causing timeline overlaps, hyperdetailed microbiology under gemstone epidermis, gothic biodigitalpunk style blending Zdzisław Beksiński and Ernst Haeckel, photorealistic macro photography meets celestial cartography, trending on ArtStation --ar 16:9 --v 6.0 --no cartoonish, flat colors, symmetry, human elements
    Post-apocalyptic portrait, tall female figure with piercing blue eyes, half-covered face with a respirator, head adorned with a black hood, light brown waves of hair escaping, adorned in tattered clothing signaling a zombie apocalypse survivor, body mapped with scars and swathed in bandages, brandishing a futuristic laser gun, chiaroscuro lighting, distressed textures, high-contrast
    objectif 55mm f/2.8 Olympe de Gouges stands in the center of a Parisian salon illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight, surrounded by philosophers and revolutionaries. Petite but elegantly poised, she wears a dark blue robe à la française, adorned with delicate lace at the sleeves and neckline, reflecting a modest elegance true to her character. Her powdered hair, styled in a neat updo, allows a few rebellious curls to escape, softening her oval-shaped face. Her piercing gaze, deep brown and sharp, captures the attention of the gathered guests, oscillating between contemplation and determination. Her fair complexion, slightly marked by the strain of long nights spent writing, is subtly brightened by a faint blush on her cheeks. On her thin lips, a half-pensive, half-defiant expression reveals the complexity of her thoughts. In her delicate, ink-stained hands, she firmly holds a rolled parchment—undoubtedly a speech or a bold project for women’s rights. Around her neck, a simple pearl necklace glimmers faintly, adding a touch of refinement to her silhouette.
    objectif 55mm f/2.8 Olympe de Gouges stands in the center of a Parisian salon illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight, surrounded by philosophers and revolutionaries. Petite but elegantly poised, she wears a dark blue robe à la française, adorned with delicate lace at the sleeves and neckline, reflecting a modest elegance true to her character. Her powdered hair, styled in a neat updo, allows a few rebellious curls to escape, softening her oval-shaped face. Her piercing gaze, deep brown and sharp, captures the attention of the gathered guests, oscillating between contemplation and determination. Her fair complexion, slightly marked by the strain of long nights spent writing, is subtly brightened by a faint blush on her cheeks. On her thin lips, a half-pensive, half-defiant expression reveals the complexity of her thoughts. In her delicate, ink-stained hands, she firmly holds a rolled parchment—undoubtedly a speech or a bold project for women’s rights. Around her neck, a simple pearl necklace glimmers faintly, adding a touch of refinement to her silhouette.
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    <full color Anime style, detailed background,lofi anime color, detailed line art anime drawing style> Akari, a young woman with an air of excitement and determination, stands poised for launch in her spacesuit. Detailed line art captures the sleek design of the suit and the glint of the starry expanse reflected in the transparent visor. Her bright green eyes sparkle with anticipation, a wide smile stretching across her full, pink lips. A few strands of flowing brown hair escape the confines of the helmet. A healthy glow illuminates her light brown skin, contrasting with the vastness of space. The background showcases a breathtaking view: a vibrant nebula swirls behind Earth, shrinking into the distance as Akari's spacecraft prepares for liftoff. (Style: Anime, cel-shaded, detailed line art) <illustration, full color Anime style, detailed background,lofi anime color, detailed line art anime drawing style>
    aidmafluxpro1.1, in the style of Jed-clrfl, highly detailed 8K image, This is a super high-quality 8K photo. This is a high-quality photo of the cars from the Pixar Cars series, just like real cars. It shows Lightning McQueen racing against other cars from the Pixar Cars series in a grand racing stadium. There are a lot of spectator cars in the stadium. Lightning McQueen is in the lead, Jackson Storm is in second place, and Cheek Hicks is in third place. Several cars collide, creating huge flames and smoke, but Lightning McQueen, Jackson Storm and Chick Hicks luckily escape the crash and remain in the lead.
    Post-apocalyptic portrait, tall female figure with piercing blue eyes, half-covered face with a respirator, head adorned with a black hood, light brown waves of hair escaping, adorned in tattered clothing signaling a zombie apocalypse survivor, body mapped with scars and swathed in bandages, brandishing a futuristic laser gun, chiaroscuro lighting, distressed textures, high-contrast
    In the chilling darkness of the forsaken woods, a lone peasant stumbled through the twisted underbrush, his breath coming in ragged gasps as a figure of unspeakable horror emerged from the shadows. The creature, a ghastly embodiment of death itself, loomed over him, its skeletal frame draped in tattered, blackened robes that whispered like the wind through a graveyard. Its hollow eyes glowed with a cold, malevolent light, and from beneath its hood, a deathly pale face, gaunt and devoid of life, stared unblinkingly at the trembling man. The air around them grew frigid, the once soft earth beneath the peasant's feet hardening into cracked, desolate ground as the creature reached out with bony, clawed fingers that seemed to drain the very warmth from the air. Every step the peasant took seemed futile, as if the shadows themselves conspired to trap him in this nightmare. A cold, rasping breath escaped the creature’s lips, the sound like the final gasp of the dying, as it whispered words of despair and doom into the peasant’s ear, each syllable sending waves of terror through his very soul. In that moment, the peasant was utterly consumed by fear, knowing that he was in the presence of a force that could not be bargained with or escaped—a living nightmare, the harbinger of his inevitable end. Photorealism.
    <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.}
    A mysterious and sexy blonde female jester placed within a magic force field, where she can dance and do her acts in a harlequin outfit, but unable to escape from the force field
    1 Gingerbread_Man character, 1 redhead girl, 18yo. BREAK 1 redhead girl, beautiful, perfect face, sweet face, naive, in a red dress, happy, funny, eating BREAK the girl is almost eating a gingerbread man that is in panic, the gingerbread is screaming, scared, trying to get out and escape from death. The girl is not aware about the living gingerbread man, she is holding the gingerbread man taking it to her mouth. BREAK horror fantasy, horror scene in the kitchen, food, cookie, food focus, no humans, in the ocean, ocean world, fantasy, fish, coral, serial killer ginger bread man,
    The scene is the historically accurately ancient Egypt, Pharoah Ramses ll and his massive thousands strong army are mounted on Chariots and are chasing Moses and thousands of Israelites into the Red Sea, The waters of the Red Sea are beginning to part for Moses and the Israelites to escape from Ramses ll massive armies., chariot races, we see ten chariots racing around the arena, there is dirt and dust are in the air, the people in the seats are on their feet urging the onward and throwing beautiful flowers into the arena, movement blur, motion blur, dust in air
    a small indoor architectural space at 9 am in the morning, The daunting waves revealed only glimpses of chaos ashore. People riding the high tide all the way to shore through the zooming sound shooting through the air. The footing was slippery, with waves rising to three feet. The bluffs were barely visible from smoke-filled skies coming to life from blazing grasses on the top of the cliffs. A ramp barely reveals itself as a leaping escape to reaching the crystalized sand. Yet still the area was flooded for a mile long, creating a sense of slick encounters. --v 6.1
    The scene is the desert outside ancient Egypt, Pharoah Ramses ll and his massive thousands strong army are mounted on Chariots and are chasing Moses and thousands of Israelites into the Red Sea, The waters of the Red Sea are beginning to part for Moses and the Israelites to escape from Ramses ll massive armies., chariot races, we see ten chariots racing around the arena, there is dirt and dust are in the air, the people in the seats are on their feet urging the onward and throwing beautiful flowers into the arena, movement blur, motion blur, dust in air
    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.
    1 Gingerbread_Man character, 1 redhead girl, 18yo. BREAK 1 redhead girl, beautiful, perfect face, sweet face, naive, in a red dress, happy, funny, eating BREAK the girl is almost eating a gingerbread man that is in panic, the gingerbread is screaming, scared, trying to get out and escape from death. The girl is not aware about the living gingerbread man, she is holding the gingerbread man taking it to her mouth. BREAK horror fantasy, horror scene in the kitchen, food, cookie, food focus, no humans, in the ocean, ocean world, fantasy, fish, coral, serial killer ginger bread man,
    Envision a scene populated with mystical elements and tinged with a somber, fantastical vibe. At the center, a horse of magnificence, cloaked in a veil of undulating flames, leaps over a log similarly enveloped by passionate fire. Emitting an ethereal yet vibrant illumination in the night, its mane and tail blaze with fierce energy, and its eyes radiate with determination and trepidation as it courses through a landscape draped in shadow, yet gleaming with its own luminescent aura. Trailing behind the fiery creature, a horde of skeletons surfaces from the gloom, their bones reverberating with a chilling symphony of the lifeless. Wielding ancient, corroded weaponry, their empty eye sockets glow with a sinister light, unwavering in their pursuit of the horse. The composition of the scene paints a stark counterpoint between the raw, animate power of the flaming horse and the rigid, lifeless resolve of the skeleton infantry. The very earth reacts to this tumultuous scene, the edges of the trail caressed by flames that reflect both the fiery escape of the equine and its flaming blockade, effortlessly overcome. This entire spectacle encapsulates a moment, frozen eternally; a clash between innate forces of existence and termination, of propulsion and chase, in a universe that intertwines mythology and nightmares. ultra high quality image
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A close-up of the android’s terrifying, emotionless face dominates the poster. Its synthetic skin is peeling away, revealing a complex mesh of wires and gears. A sinister grin stretches across its partially human-like face, its teeth unnervingly perfect but too sharp to be natural. The background remains stark white, but faint, eerie handprints smear the surface, as if victims tried to escape. A tagline below reads, "It doesn’t dream… It doesn’t feel… It only kills." The film title, "THE LAST MACHINE," is in a glitchy, high-tech font, flickering with a neon red glow. <lora:MJ52_v2.0:0.4> <lora:EpicF4nta5yXL:0.4>
    ((Cinematic close-up)) of a mustachioed engineer in a ((soot-stained leather coat)), standing beneath the dim glow of flickering gas lamps, glaring at a ((clunky steam-powered automaton)) frozen mid-stride. His ((brass-rimmed goggles)) are pushed onto his forehead, revealing furrowed brows and piercing green eyes filled with frustration. The contraption, a self-winding delivery machine, hisses angrily, steam escaping from its joints, gears grinding uselessly. The slick cobblestone street reflects the neon glow of a towering clock looming over the industrial skyline. Sparks dance from exposed wiring, acrid smoke curling into the damp night air. The engineer’s ((gloved hands clutch a wrench tightly)), his knuckles white with tension, as if willing the stubborn machine to obey. A ((brass raven)) perched on his shoulder lets out a metallic caw, its red eyes flashing with amused mockery. Passersby in ((Victorian-era attire))—top hats and corsets—watch warily, muttering about yet another failed marvel of modern ingenuity. The city hums with the relentless churn of progress, yet here, in this moment, technology has refused to comply. ((Detailed background, fantastic lighting, intricate shadows, ultra-sharp textures, vivid colors, hyper-detailed steampunk aesthetic)). Concept art in the style of *vintage comic book illustration* mixed with *dark gothic anime aesthetics*.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    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.
    thighs up,close up scene,(high quality1.2), (masterpiece1.2), (detailed1.4), 32K UHD, The image depicts Alyx and the protagonist in an intimate moment. Alyx is leaning over the protagonist, her lips locked in a passionate kiss as her hand trails down their body, expertly teasing them toward climax. The protagonist's expression is one of ecstasy and anticipation as Alyx's skillful fingers work their magic. As the protagonist reaches their peak, their body arches in pleasure, a scream of delight escaping their lips. Afterward, Alyx embraces them tightly, their bodies entwined in an intimate and comforting embrace, with a serene and content expression on both of their faces. The scene should be sensual yet tender, capturing the intimacy and connection between the two characters.
    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 scene,(high quality1.2), (masterpiece1.2), (detailed1.4), 32K UHD, The image depicts Alyx and the protagonist in an intimate moment. Alyx is leaning over the protagonist, her lips locked in a passionate kiss as her hand trails down their body, expertly teasing them toward climax. The protagonist's expression is one of ecstasy and anticipation as Alyx's skillful fingers work their magic. As the protagonist reaches their peak, their body arches in pleasure, a scream of delight escaping their lips. Afterward, Alyx embraces them tightly, their bodies entwined in an intimate and comforting embrace, with a serene and content expression on both of their faces. The scene should be sensual yet tender, capturing the intimacy and connection between the two characters.
    cinematic film still full body photo, running towards viewer to escape a crowd of angry human protestors behind her, sci-fi visuals, golden hour lighting, night time setting, intricate details, realistic, nanopunk style, cinematic, ultra-realism, complex cyborg, ultra-detail, UHD, HDR, IMAX, intensity, fast paced action, intricate, beautiful human face, filmic, movie screenshot, fear and desperation expression on her face, servos, tubes, asymmetrical battle damaged face exposing metal endo skeleton underneath, gore, detailed face, (raining:1.2), (heavy rain:1.2) (gritty:1.2), skin pores, skindentation, film grain, wet face, torrential downpour, wet hair, (human protestors are holding protest signs that read Abomination!:1.6), apocalyptic environment, real photo, human vs cyborg war, (crying:1.3), a crashed car on fire in the background, bullet hole in cheek, smoke, debris, (news report:1.5),,nude:1.0,nipples,pussy,nsfw,topless,bottomless . shallow depth of field, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    nobody escapes jellyfish <lora:SPBNZ-v1:1> spbnz, artstyle masterpiece incarnate details glowing skull
    landscape photography of a beautiful tropical island, featuring a tranquil lagoon framed by towering palm trees and lush foliage. The backdrop showcases a breathtaking sunset painting the sky in hues of pink, orange, and gold, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the landscape. Under the soft, diffused light of the setting sun, the island is transformed into a serene oasis of beauty and tranquility. Shot from a low angle using a Sony Alpha 7R IV camera, the camera captures the island's idyllic setting from a unique perspective, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in its natural splendor. In the style of photographer Chris Burkard, the image conveys a sense of peace and serenity, inviting viewers to escape to this tropical paradise and experience the bliss of island life.
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Being Trapped": **Title:** "Caged In" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at night. The trees are twisted and gnarled, with thick vines and thorny branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers. **Protagonist:** A young adult (18-25 years old), dressed in casual clothing (e.g., jeans, t-shirt, sneakers). They're standing in the center of a clearing, surrounded by the forest's darkness. Their face is contorted with fear and panic. **The Trap:** The protagonist is trapped in a massive, ancient tree stump that has been transformed into a giant cage. The bars are thick, rusty iron, and they seem to be made from the very trees themselves. The cage is covered in vines and moss, making it almost invisible at first glance. **Nightmarish Elements:** 1. **Spiders:** Thousands of tiny, glowing spiders (bioluminescent) are crawling all over the tree stump, their eyes fixed on the protagonist with an unblinking stare. 2. **Thorns:** The cage is covered in thick, barbed thorns that seem to be reaching out to grab the protagonist's skin. They're a deep, blood-like red color and appear to be pulsing with a malevolent energy. 3. **Shadows:** Dark, twisted shadows writhe across the ground, as if the very forest itself is alive and trying to consume the protagonist. 4. **The Prison:** The tree stump has become a prison cell, with thick, gnarled bars that seem to be slowly closing in on the protagonist like a vise. The walls are cracked and crumbling, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. 5. **The Protagonist's Desperation:** The protagonist is shown trapped within the cage, their face contorted with fear and desperation as they try to escape from the crushing nightmare. Image Prompt: Imagine a dark, eerie forest at night, with tall trees looming above like skeletal fingers. In the center of this foreboding landscape stands an ancient tree stump, its bark twisted and gnarled like the roots of some malevolent force. The stump has become a prison cell, with thick bars that seem to be slowly closing in on our protagonist. The protagonist, a figure shrouded in shadows, is trapped within the cage. Their face contorted with fear and desperation, their eyes wide with terror as they realize they're stuck, unable to escape the crushing nightmare. The air around them is thick with mist, like the breath of some ancient beast that's watching from the darkness. In the foreground, the ground is overgrown with thorny vines and dead leaves, like a grave yard for forgotten dreams. In the distance, the trees seem to be closing in, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers, as if trying to snatch our protagonist back into the nightmare. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, like the glow of embers from a dying fire. The moon, if it exists at all, is hidden behind a veil of dark clouds, leaving only an eerie, flickering light to cast long shadows across the ground. In the center of the image, our protagonist stands frozen in terror, their face contorted into a mask of despair as they gaze out at the oppressive landscape. Their arms are raised above their head, as if trying to reach for something just out of grasp, while their legs are splayed wide, as if rooted to the spot. The ground beneath them is dry, cracked earth, like the surface of a long-abandoned well. The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted and warped by the nightmare's dark power. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for the trapped individual like bony claws. The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. Lightning cracks across the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. In the foreground, the ground seems to be pulling inward, as if it's trying to suck the trapped individual down into some dark, abyssal void. The air is thick with a noxious, choking fog that makes it hard to breathe, and the sound of distant screams and wails echoes through the mist like a chorus of tormented souls. The trapped individual is shown in mid-desperation, their arms flailing wildly as they try to escape the crushing weight of the collapsing ground. Their face contorts in a mixture of fear, panic, and despair as they realize that there's no way out - they're trapped forever in this waking nightmare. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for victims to ensnare them in a never-ending cycle of terror. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with clouds that appear to be made of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. In the foreground, the ground itself appears to be shifting and buckling underfoot, like a living thing trying to crush the protagonist. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that obscures all sense of direction or escape, making it impossible for the dreamer to find their way out of this waking horror. Additional details: * The nightmare takes place in a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape where crumbling buildings and twisted metal scraps dot the horizon like skeletal remains. * The protagonist finds themselves trapped in a labyrinthine maze of twisted steel beams and shattered concrete, with no visible exits or escape routes. * As they struggle to free themselves, the walls begin to close in on them, the cold darkness pressing down like an invisible force. * Flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the nightmare itself is watching their every move. * Every attempt to find a way out only leads to more confusion and disorientation - corridors loop back on themselves, doors lead to dead ends, and stairwells seem to vanish into thin air. * The atmosphere is heavy with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. * In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. Image Prompt: Imagine yourself trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of dark corridors, crumbling walls, and twisted stairwells. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. You're surrounded by flickering fluorescent lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem like the walls themselves are twisting and writhing in agony. Every step you take leads only to more twists and turns, with no escape in sight. In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. You can almost taste the sweet promise of freedom, only to have it snatched away as you're forced to turn back into the darkness. As you stumble through the maze, the walls begin to close in around you like a vise. The air grows thick with an oppressive heaviness, making every breath feel like a struggle. Shadows writhe across the ground like living things, taunting you with their elusiveness. In this hellish labyrinth, every door you open leads only to more doors, each one slamming shut behind you like the sound of a trap snapping shut. The farther you go, the more lost you become in a sea of identical corridors and dead-end alleys. Your own reflections stare back at you from the darkness, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that seems to pulse in sync with your racing heartbeat. Every step you take feels like a desperate bid for freedom, only to be met with another dead end or a door that refuses to budge. The walls seem to press in on you, their cold, damp stone exuding a malevolent energy that seeps into your very bones. You can't shake the feeling that you're being slowly squeezed to death, trapped in this endless labyrinth of shadows and terrors. In the distance, you see flashes of darkness coalescing into grotesque forms: grasping hands, snapping jaws, and unblinking eyes. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and decay, and every breath you take feels like a desperate attempt to fill your lungs with something other than the stench of your own despair. As you twist and turn through the darkness, the walls seem to shift and writhe around you, like some malevolent entity trying to confine you. You can't shake the feeling that you're being herded towards some terrible fate, like a rat in a maze, with no escape from the abyss of terror that awaits. The image should evoke a sense of claustrophobic dread, as if you're trapped in a never-ending nightmare from which there's no awakening. The darkness itself seems to have taken on a life of its own, twisting and contorting around you like some living, sentient thing. Some possible visual elements to include: * A narrow, winding corridor or tunnel that stretches out before you, with no visible exit * Walls made of dark, damp stone or rusty metal bars that seem to close in on you as you move forward * Flickering torches or distant lights that cast eerie shadows and make the darkness seem even more oppressive * A sense of perpetual motion, as if you're trapped in a never-ending cycle of walking, running, or crawling through the dark passage * A feeling of claustrophobia or ent
    <full color Anime style, detailed background,lofi anime color, detailed line art anime drawing style> Akari, a young woman with an air of excitement and determination, stands poised for launch in her spacesuit. Detailed line art captures the sleek design of the suit and the glint of the starry expanse reflected in the transparent visor. Her bright green eyes sparkle with anticipation, a wide smile stretching across her full, pink lips. A few strands of flowing brown hair escape the confines of the helmet. A healthy glow illuminates her light brown skin, contrasting with the vastness of space. The background showcases a breathtaking view: a vibrant nebula swirls behind Earth, shrinking into the distance as Akari's spacecraft prepares for liftoff. (Style: Anime, cel-shaded, detailed line art) <illustration, full color Anime style, detailed background,lofi anime color, detailed line art anime drawing style>
    A mysterious and sexy blonde female jester placed within a magic force field, where she can dance and do her acts in a harlequin outfit, but unable to escape from the force field
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A frozen coffee with whipped cream and ice cream in the middle, surrounded by ice cubes with faces and legs, screaming and trying to escape the coffee.
    1 Gingerbread_Man character, 1 redhead girl, 18yo. BREAK 1 redhead girl, beautiful, perfect face, sweet face, naive, in a red dress, happy, funny, eating BREAK the girl is almost eating a gingerbread man that is in panic, the gingerbread is screaming, scared, trying to get out and escape from death. The girl is not aware about the living gingerbread man, she is holding the gingerbread man taking it to her mouth. BREAK horror fantasy, horror scene in the kitchen, food, cookie, food focus, no humans, in the ocean, ocean world, fantasy, fish, coral, serial killer ginger bread man,
    nsfw, dark gothic aesthetic Renaissance oil portrait painting reminiscent of the works of Hieronymus Bosch, beautiful young lady escaping her husband, chiaroscuro, hauntingly beautiful, soft illumination from above
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A mysterious and sexy blonde female jester placed within a magic crystal ball, where she can dance and do her acts in a harlequin outfit, but unable to escape from the crystal ball.
    objectif 55mm f/2.8 Olympe de Gouges stands in the center of a Parisian salon illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight, surrounded by philosophers and revolutionaries. Petite but elegantly poised, she wears a dark blue robe à la française, adorned with delicate lace at the sleeves and neckline, reflecting a modest elegance true to her character. Her powdered hair, styled in a neat updo, allows a few rebellious curls to escape, softening her oval-shaped face. Her piercing gaze, deep brown and sharp, captures the attention of the gathered guests, oscillating between contemplation and determination. Her fair complexion, slightly marked by the strain of long nights spent writing, is subtly brightened by a faint blush on her cheeks. On her thin lips, a half-pensive, half-defiant expression reveals the complexity of her thoughts. In her delicate, ink-stained hands, she firmly holds a rolled parchment—undoubtedly a speech or a bold project for women’s rights. Around her neck, a simple pearl necklace glimmers faintly, adding a touch of refinement to her silhouette.
    native american on his horse trying to escape a wolf pack, yelling, prairie, action, dramatic motion, dust, evening, sundown, detailed oil painting style
    objectif 55mm f/2.8 Olympe de Gouges stands in the center of a Parisian salon illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight, surrounded by philosophers and revolutionaries. Petite but elegantly poised, she wears a dark blue robe à la française, adorned with delicate lace at the sleeves and neckline, reflecting a modest elegance true to her character. Her powdered hair, styled in a neat updo, allows a few rebellious curls to escape, softening her oval-shaped face. Her piercing gaze, deep brown and sharp, captures the attention of the gathered guests, oscillating between contemplation and determination. Her fair complexion, slightly marked by the strain of long nights spent writing, is subtly brightened by a faint blush on her cheeks. On her thin lips, a half-pensive, half-defiant expression reveals the complexity of her thoughts. In her delicate, ink-stained hands, she firmly holds a rolled parchment—undoubtedly a speech or a bold project for women’s rights. Around her neck, a simple pearl necklace glimmers faintly, adding a touch of refinement to her silhouette.
    native american on his horse trying to escape a wolf pack, wolves attacking the horse, the wolf pack is after the horse, wolves focused on the horse, yelling, prairie, action, dramatic motion, dust, dark night, sundown, detailed oil painting style
    In a gritty, noir-inspired setting, the captivating AM83RM is framed in stark contrast against an alleyway bathed in the glow of neon signs. She stands solo, her pose exuding a confident allure, leaning casually against a rusted fire escape. The brunette's mesmerizing brown eyes pierce through the darkness as she flashes a seductive smile with a diamond studded tooth, her dazzling blue eyes twinkling like stars amidst the grime. Her intricate, glittering jewelry and oversized hat adorned with feathers add an air of mystery, while her long, wavy hair cascades down her back in loose waves. The camera captures her in a dramatic close-up, emphasizing the smoky eye makeup that accentuates her high cheekbones and full lips. A single string of fairy lights strung across the alleyway illuminates her face, casting an ethereal glow that highlights the beauty hidden amidst the urban decay.
    neonfusion, (close-up shot, futuristic, chrome humanoid robot, mechanical details, cinematic lighting, shiny textures), a hyper-detailed close-up of a futuristic chrome cyborg, its metallic facial features gleaming with a mirror-like shine. The design features intricate, seamless panels, exposed circuitry, and glowing accents in vivid neon blue and crimson. Its eyes radiate an intense light, exuding a captivating presence. The surface is engraved with fine patterns and tiny etchings, showcasing advanced craftsmanship. Wisps of steam escape from small vents around its neck, adding a subtle realism to the scene, cinematic atmosphere.
    In the chilling darkness of the forsaken woods, a lone peasant stumbled through the twisted underbrush, his breath coming in ragged gasps as a figure of unspeakable horror emerged from the shadows. The creature, a ghastly embodiment of death itself, loomed over him, its skeletal frame draped in tattered, blackened robes that whispered like the wind through a graveyard. Its hollow eyes glowed with a cold, malevolent light, and from beneath its hood, a deathly pale face, gaunt and devoid of life, stared unblinkingly at the trembling man. The air around them grew frigid, the once soft earth beneath the peasant's feet hardening into cracked, desolate ground as the creature reached out with bony, clawed fingers that seemed to drain the very warmth from the air. Every step the peasant took seemed futile, as if the shadows themselves conspired to trap him in this nightmare. A cold, rasping breath escaped the creature’s lips, the sound like the final gasp of the dying, as it whispered words of despair and doom into the peasant’s ear, each syllable sending waves of terror through his very soul. In that moment, the peasant was utterly consumed by fear, knowing that he was in the presence of a force that could not be bargained with or escaped—a living nightmare, the harbinger of his inevitable end. Photorealism.
    breathtaking full body photo of KingChaosJasper, running towards viewer to escape a crowd of angry human protestors behind him, sci-fi visuals, golden hour lighting, night time setting, intricate details, realistic, nanopunk style, cinematic, ultra-realism, complex cyborg, ultra-detail, UHD, HDR, IMAX, intensity, fast paced action, intricate, filmic, movie screenshot,servos, tubes, asymmetrical battle damaged face exposing metal endo skeleton underneath, gore, detailed face, (raining:1.2), (heavy rain:1.2) (gritty:1.2), film grain, wet face, torrential downpour, (human protestors are holding protest signs that read Abomination!:1.6), apocalyptic environment, real photo, human vs cyborg war, (crying:1.3), a crashed car on fire in the background, bullet hole in cheek, smoke, debris, (news report:1.5),cleavage,35mm photograph, film, 4k, . award-winning, professional, highly detailed <lora:xl_KingChaosJasper:0.8>
    <lora:Kate Upton:0.4> ohwx woman, beautiful European woman, 26 year old woman, long (light blonde hair:1.5), full hair, (huge breasts, huge tits, huge boobs), (detailed skin texture:2), tanned skin (sharp image, best quality, UHQ, high resolution, 4k), (vivid, vibrant colors), (close up:2), looking at the viewer, looking at the camera, professional cinematic lighting, (front lighting:2) Resting inside a crescent moon-shaped hammock suspended above the city skyline, a woman in pajamas gazes at the stars, her perch offering a dreamy escape from the world below, (turtleneck dress)
    A dreamlike, peaceful log cabin surrounded by golden autumn trees. The inside is all warm wooden tones with giant windows, a stone fireplace, and soft blankets everywhere. There’s a massive library, a hidden attic reading nook, and a wooden porch with rocking chairs. The air smells like crisp leaves and spiced tea. The perfect escape.
    <full color Anime style, detailed background,lofi anime color, detailed line art anime drawing style> Akari, a young woman with an air of excitement and determination, stands poised for launch in her spacesuit. Detailed line art captures the sleek design of the suit and the glint of the starry expanse reflected in the transparent visor. Her bright green eyes sparkle with anticipation, a wide smile stretching across her full, pink lips. A few strands of flowing brown hair escape the confines of the helmet. A healthy glow illuminates her light brown skin, contrasting with the vastness of space. The background showcases a breathtaking view: a vibrant nebula swirls behind Earth, shrinking into the distance as Akari's spacecraft prepares for liftoff. (Style: Anime, cel-shaded, detailed line art) <illustration, full color Anime style, detailed background,lofi anime color, detailed line art anime drawing style>
    <lora:Q Shaman - Trigger w Qhornguy Person:1> ${nme=qhornguy}, ${nme= }, Film scene starring ${nme} Person, participating in a beauty pageant for cats (in a costume that makes them look like one), shot in a glamorous ballroom, showcasing feline fashion faux pas.|Film moment where ${nme} Person must teach a group of confused aliens about the customs and practices of human dating, emphasizing romantic (and extraterrestrial) missteps.|Movie sequence starring ${nme} Person, as they compete in a cooking contest against the world's pickiest chef, shot in a high-pressure kitchen, showcasing intense culinary battles.|Movie scene with ${nme} Person, opening a door to discover a parallel dimension where cows have taken over the world, emphasizing comedic bovine dominance.|Film sequence featuring ${nme} Person, struggling to escape from a giant bubble they accidentally got stuck in, shot with bright, iridescent visuals, showcasing humorous inflation issues.|Film scene where ${nme} Person, realizes they have been transported to a world where they must compete in an epic game of life-sized Tetris, shot in vibrant, neon-lit arenas, showcasing strategic blocks and unexpected laughs.|Movie scene where ${nme} Person, is forced to host a wild and chaotic party for a group of talking animals, captured in vibrant, energetic shots, highlighting the hilarity of unexpected animal guests.|Movie moment with ${nme} Person, who unwittingly finds themselves in a hot air balloon race across the globe, shot against stunning aerial landscapes, emphasizing dizzying heights and comedic misadventures.
    In the chilling darkness of the forsaken woods, a lone peasant stumbled through the twisted underbrush, his breath coming in ragged gasps as a figure of unspeakable horror emerged from the shadows. The creature, a ghastly embodiment of death itself, loomed over him, its skeletal frame draped in tattered, blackened robes that whispered like the wind through a graveyard. Its hollow eyes glowed with a cold, malevolent light, and from beneath its hood, a deathly pale face, gaunt and devoid of life, stared unblinkingly at the trembling man. The air around them grew frigid, the once soft earth beneath the peasant's feet hardening into cracked, desolate ground as the creature reached out with bony, clawed fingers that seemed to drain the very warmth from the air. Every step the peasant took seemed futile, as if the shadows themselves conspired to trap him in this nightmare. A cold, rasping breath escaped the creature’s lips, the sound like the final gasp of the dying, as it whispered words of despair and doom into the peasant’s ear, each syllable sending waves of terror through his very soul. In that moment, the peasant was utterly consumed by fear, knowing that he was in the presence of a force that could not be bargained with or escaped—a living nightmare, the harbinger of his inevitable end. Photorealism.
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Eternal Scream" **Composition:** Imagine a dark, eerie landscape with a twisted, gnarled tree at its center. The tree's branches seem to writhe and twist like living serpents, their bark like rough, cracked skin. The trunk of the tree appears to be a mass of pulsing, black veins that seem to throb in sync with an otherworldly rhythm. **Surroundings:** The scene is set against a backdrop of deep, foreboding clouds that appear to be made of dark, swirling mist. The sky is a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, as if the very fabric of reality is warped and distorted. In the distance, the silhouette of a crumbling cityscape looms, its buildings like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. **Figure:** At the base of the twisted tree stands a figure - a young woman with long, curly hair that appears to be made of snakes (or maybe it's just her own tangled locks?). Her eyes are wide with terror as she screams silently, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. Her skin is deathly pale, and her fingers are curled into claws, as if she's trying to grasp something just out of reach. She's dressed in tattered, bloodstained clothing that seems to be wrapped around her like a shroud. One of her arms appears to be twisted at an unnatural angle, as if it's been broken or contorted in some way. Her hair is a wild tangle of black locks, with what looks like a small, pulsing green glow emanating from the roots. Behind her, a dark, swirling vortex seems to be pulling everything towards its center, like a sinkhole in a nightmare. The air around her appears distorted, as if it's being warped and twisted by some unseen force. Shadows writhe across her face like living things, making her features seem to shift and contort in ways that are almost, but not quite, human. In the foreground, a collection of grotesque, pulsing orbs hover just out of reach, each one emitting a faint, eerie glow. These orbs seem to be drawn towards the nightmare's central vortex, as if they're being pulled into some abyssal void. To either side of the nightmare's face, two twisted, grasping hands stretch out from the darkness, their fingers ending in razor-sharp claws that seem to be slowly closing in on the nightmare's face. The skin around these grasping hands is deathly pale and seems to be stretched taut, as if it's being pulled towards some unseen force. In the background, a dark, foreboding landscape stretches out like a twisted canvas, with jagged mountain ranges and twisted tree branches that seem to be reaching up towards the nightmare's face. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with storm clouds gathering on the horizon that seem to be about to unleash some kind of apocalyptic fury. The nightmare itself is a figure of terror, with eyes glowing bright red in the dark. Its skin is deathly pale and seems to be stretched taut over its skeletal frame. It's reaching out towards something - or someone - with long, bony fingers that seem to be grasping for something to hold onto. The figure's mouth is open in a silent scream, as if it's been frozen in the act of terror. In the background, there are hints of a dark, foreboding landscape: twisted trees with branches like skeletal fingers, and a sky that seems to be burning with an otherworldly fire. There may be hints of abandoned buildings or crumbling ruins, their windows blown out by some unseen force. The overall mood of the image should be one of abject terror, as if the viewer is right there in the nightmare, feeling the fear and panic alongside the nightmare figure. The colors should be dark and muted, with flashes of eerie green or sickly yellow to suggest the twisted, unnatural nature of the dream world. Some possible elements to include: * A creepy, distorted face looming in the foreground, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light * A twisted, gnarled tree with branches that seem to be reaching out to grab the nightmare figure * A burning, apocalyptic landscape stretching out behind the figure, with buildings crumbling and smoke billowing into the sky * A sense of disorientation or chaos, as if the nightmare is unfolding in a distorted, dreamlike reality * A hint of the figure's terror or despair, perhaps conveyed through its contorted posture or anguished expression * A feeling of claustrophobia or entrapment, as if the nightmare figure is trapped and unable to escape Possible composition: Imagine a dark, foreboding landscape with twisted, gnarled trees looming in the background. The nightmare figure stands at the center, its body contorted in a mixture of fear and despair. Its face twists into a grotesque grimace, as if it's screaming silently. The figure's posture conveys a sense of entrapment or disorientation, as if it's trying to break free from some unseen force. The environment around it is distorted and surreal, with twisted, elongated shadows cast by the trees. The sky above is a deep, foreboding purple, with stars that seem to be melting like wax. In the background, there are whispers of dark, swirling clouds that seem to be devouring everything in their path. These clouds have an eerie greenish tint, as if they're infused with some kind of malevolent energy. The air is thick with an unseen fog, which seems to writhe and twist like a living entity. The overall atmosphere is one of creeping dread and unease, as if the very fabric of reality is beginning to unravel. The nightmare itself feels like it's alive, pulsing with a dark energy that threatens to consume everything in its path. Here are some specific details to help you create this image: * A figure (perhaps the protagonist) lies in the foreground, their face contorted in a mixture of terror and despair. * The figure is surrounded by a swirling vortex of dark, foggy mist that seems to be pulling them down into the depths of the nightmare. * In the background, there are twisted, gnarled trees with branches like skeletal fingers reaching out towards the figure. The trunks of the trees appear to be melting or dripping with some sort of viscous liquid. * The sky above is a deep, bloody red color and appears to be burning or on fire, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. * The ground beneath the figure's feet appears to be cracked and broken, like the earth itself is splitting apart in fear. * In the distance, there are dark, shadowy figures lurking just out of sight, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. It's as if they're waiting for the nightmare to fully unfold before they strike. * The figure at the center of the scene (perhaps a representation of yourself) appears to be frozen in terror, their eyes wide with fear and their mouth open in a silent scream. Their body is contorted into impossible positions, as if they're being pulled apart by some unseen force. * In the air around the figure, there are swirling clouds of dark, wispy tendrils that seem to be alive and are slowly closing in like a noose. These tendrils are adorned with tiny, glowing red eyes that seem to be watching you with an unblinking gaze. * The background of the image is a dark, foreboding landscape that seems to be shifting and twisting like a living thing. Rocks and trees appear to be melting into each other, creating a sense of utter chaos and disorientation. * In the foreground, there's a figure - it could be you or someone else - but they're distorted in some way, as if their body is being pulled apart by unseen forces. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, pain, and despair, with eyes that are wide open and pleading for help. * The atmosphere of the image is one of complete dread and terror. You can feel the weight of the nightmare's grip on your sanity, making it hard to breathe or think straight. Some possible elements to include: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to be reaching out like skeletal fingers * A creepy, abandoned asylum or hospital in the background, with broken windows and overgrown vegetation * The figure's body is being stretched and contorted in ways that defy human physiology - think extra limbs, elongated torso, or bulging eyes * Shadows that seem to have a life of their own, writhing across the ground like dark, serpentine tendrils * A sense of claustrophobia-inducing fog or mist that makes it hard to see what's lurking just out of sight * The atmosphere is thick with malevolent energy - think pulsating red lights, cackling laughter, or the distant sound of children screaming Possible visual themes: * A blend of surrealism and horror, with elements that defy explanation (e.g. a figure with multiple faces, or a tree with roots that seem to be crawling out of its skin) * A dark, foreboding color palette - think midnight blues, sickly greens, and blood-red highlights * Distorted, elongated forms and silhouettes that give the impression of being twisted or contorted in ways that can't be natural (e.g. a figure with limbs that seem to be melting like wax) * A sense of disorientation and disconnection - think shattered mirrors, broken furniture, or torn fabric * The image should evoke a feeling of creeping dread and unease - the viewer should feel like they're trapped
    a colossal steam-powered golem standing amidst an ancient city, its body sculpted from marble and adorned with intricate golden gears, billowing clouds of steam escaping from its joints, glowing brass runes carved into its limbs, grand Art Nouveau-style arches and stained-glass windows reflecting the light, vines creeping through the mechanical framework, hyper-detailed engravings, cinematic golden hour lighting, intricate textures, ultra-detailed reflections
    <lora:Beatrice_Egli_XL_Final-000007:0.85> An anime-style still frame of Beatrice Egli running through a dense, fog-covered forest, her breath visible in the cold air. She is drawn with detailed, expressive anime features, dressed in rugged outdoor gear, her face showing focused determination. The forest is illustrated with intricate details, thick with trees and underbrush, creating a maze-like environment. Sunlight breaks through the canopy in scattered beams, adding a mystical quality to the intense pursuit, with dynamic action lines and dramatic shading enhancing the suspense. The scene captures the urgency and high emotion of a wilderness escape in anime style.
    objectif 55mm f/2.8 Olympe de Gouges stands in the center of a Parisian salon illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight, surrounded by philosophers and revolutionaries. Petite but elegantly poised, she wears a dark blue robe à la française, adorned with delicate lace at the sleeves and neckline, reflecting a modest elegance true to her character. Her powdered hair, styled in a neat updo, allows a few rebellious curls to escape, softening her oval-shaped face. Her piercing gaze, deep brown and sharp, captures the attention of the gathered guests, oscillating between contemplation and determination. Her fair complexion, slightly marked by the strain of long nights spent writing, is subtly brightened by a faint blush on her cheeks. On her thin lips, a half-pensive, half-defiant expression reveals the complexity of her thoughts. In her delicate, ink-stained hands, she firmly holds a rolled parchment—undoubtedly a speech or a bold project for women’s rights. Around her neck, a simple pearl necklace glimmers faintly, adding a touch of refinement to her silhouette.
    1 Gingerbread_Man character, 1 redhead girl, 18yo. BREAK 1 redhead girl, beautiful, perfect face, sweet face, naive, in a red dress, happy, funny, eating BREAK the girl is almost eating a gingerbread man that is in panic, the gingerbread is screaming, scared, trying to get out and escape from death. The girl is not aware about the living gingerbread man, she is holding the gingerbread man taking it to her mouth. BREAK horror fantasy, horror scene in the kitchen, food, cookie, food focus, no humans, in the ocean, ocean world, fantasy, fish, coral, serial killer ginger bread man,
    Envision a scene populated with mystical elements and tinged with a somber, fantastical vibe. At the center, a horse of magnificence, cloaked in a veil of undulating flames, leaps over a log similarly enveloped by passionate fire. Emitting an ethereal yet vibrant illumination in the night, its mane and tail blaze with fierce energy, and its eyes radiate with determination and trepidation as it courses through a landscape draped in shadow, yet gleaming with its own luminescent aura. Trailing behind the fiery creature, a horde of skeletons surfaces from the gloom, their bones reverberating with a chilling symphony of the lifeless. Wielding ancient, corroded weaponry, their empty eye sockets glow with a sinister light, unwavering in their pursuit of the horse. The composition of the scene paints a stark counterpoint between the raw, animate power of the flaming horse and the rigid, lifeless resolve of the skeleton infantry. The very earth reacts to this tumultuous scene, the edges of the trail caressed by flames that reflect both the fiery escape of the equine and its flaming blockade, effortlessly overcome. This entire spectacle encapsulates a moment, frozen eternally; a clash between innate forces of existence and termination, of propulsion and chase, in a universe that intertwines mythology and nightmares. ultra high quality image
    Post-apocalyptic portrait, tall female figure with piercing blue eyes, half-covered face with a respirator, head adorned with a black hood, light brown waves of hair escaping, adorned in tattered clothing signaling a zombie apocalypse survivor, body mapped with scars and swathed in bandages, brandishing a futuristic laser gun, chiaroscuro lighting, distressed textures, high-contrast
    The scene is the desert outside ancient Egypt, Pharoah Ramses ll and his massive thousands strong army are mounted on Chariots and are chasing Moses and thousands of Israelites into the Red Sea, The waters of the Red Sea are beginning to part for Moses and the Israelites to escape from Ramses ll massive armies., chariot races, we see ten chariots racing around the arena, there is dirt and dust are in the air, the people in the seats are on their feet urging the onward and throwing beautiful flowers into the arena, movement blur, motion blur, dust in air
    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 copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    Ultra-realistic 8K resolution, Octane render, Unreal Engine 5 masterpiece, dark academia aesthetic, enchanted glass terrarium containing: two hybrid heliotrope-roses with translucent ruby gemstone petals (vitreous refraction), metallic obsidian stems (bioluminescent vascular system), liquid mercury dewdrops suspended mid-fall, spiral cerulean nebula core emitting plasma tendrils, fractured amber glass veins pulsing with trapped starlight, quantum foam escaping through dimensional cracks, non-Euclidean spacetime geometry, vantablack void background with gravitational lensing distortion, chrono-crystalline lattice framework, volumetric photon mapping event horizon glow, subsurface scattering in petal nanostructures, temporal anomaly causing timeline overlaps, hyperdetailed microbiology under gemstone epidermis, gothic biodigitalpunk style blending Zdzisław Beksiński and Ernst Haeckel, photorealistic macro photography meets celestial cartography, trending on ArtStation --ar 16:9 --v 6.0 --no cartoonish, flat colors, symmetry, human elements
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    objectif 55mm f/2.8 Olympe de Gouges stands in the center of a Parisian salon illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight, surrounded by philosophers and revolutionaries. Petite but elegantly poised, she wears a dark blue robe à la française, adorned with delicate lace at the sleeves and neckline, reflecting a modest elegance true to her character. Her powdered hair, styled in a neat updo, allows a few rebellious curls to escape, softening her oval-shaped face. Her piercing gaze, deep brown and sharp, captures the attention of the gathered guests, oscillating between contemplation and determination. Her fair complexion, slightly marked by the strain of long nights spent writing, is subtly brightened by a faint blush on her cheeks. On her thin lips, a half-pensive, half-defiant expression reveals the complexity of her thoughts. In her delicate, ink-stained hands, she firmly holds a rolled parchment—undoubtedly a speech or a bold project for women’s rights. Around her neck, a simple pearl necklace glimmers faintly, adding a touch of refinement to her silhouette.
    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.
    Post-apocalyptic portrait, tall female figure with piercing blue eyes, half-covered face with a respirator, head adorned with a black hood, light brown waves of hair escaping, adorned in tattered clothing signaling a zombie apocalypse survivor, body mapped with scars and swathed in bandages, brandishing a futuristic laser gun, chiaroscuro lighting, distressed textures, high-contrast
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,In the dim, cobweb-covered attic of a haunted Victorian manor, a beautiful girl, clad in a tattered corset, stumbled upon an antique mirror. As she gazed into the tarnished glass, her own reflection twisted into a grotesque, sinister version of herself. The mirror whispered dark secrets, and the room's temperature plummeted. Desperate to escape, she realized too late that the mirror was a portal to a malevolent realm, and something sinister reached out to claim her. ,photo Fantasy art combining the styles of Boris Vellejo and Luis Royo,Photorealistic, real photo, god rays, 1girl, 21yo,realistic, ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism
    neonfusion, (close-up shot, futuristic, chrome cyborg, mechanical details, cinematic lighting, shiny textures, cyberpunk atmosphere), a hyper-detailed close-up of a futuristic chrome cyborg, its metallic facial features gleaming with a mirror-like shine. The design features intricate, seamless panels, exposed circuitry, and glowing accents in vivid neon blue and crimson. Its eyes radiate an intense light, exuding a captivating presence. The surface is engraved with fine patterns and tiny etchings, showcasing advanced craftsmanship. Wisps of steam escape from small vents around its neck, adding a subtle realism to the scene. The blurred background reveals soft bokeh lights of a cyberpunk cityscape, bathed in hues of purple and teal, amplifying the futuristic, cinematic atmosphere.
    nobody escapes <lora:SPBNZ-v1:1> spbnz, artstyle
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 25 years old woman, clear focus, high resolution image,,In an eerie, deserted town, silence reigned. A beautiful girl, clad in a tattered, once-elegant gown, roamed its decaying streets. Moonlight cast unsettling shadows as her haunted eyes searched for escape. The town's eerie stillness belied a malevolent force, and her disheveled attire mirrored the town's desolation, a chilling symbol of forgotten beauty and lurking horror., (frizzy messy shoulder length hair:1.6),low light, soft natural light, Rembrandt style light, Hasselblad DLSR camera, 200mm Zeiss lens, f/2.8 ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism ,The Vatican City with its St Peter's Basilica and Sistine Chapel
    Upper Body Photo, <lora:A11is0n4ng3l_v13:0.85>, A11is0n4ng3l, 1 girl, solo, blonde hair, long hair, blue eyes, By a picturesque frozen lake at the base of the ski resort, surrounded by snow-covered trees and mountain peaks, the influencer stands on a small wooden bridge. She’s wearing a chic, white parka with a fur-lined hood, accessorized with a colorful knit scarf and mittens. The serene, icy landscape and the soft light of the setting sun create a peaceful, enchanting scene. Her serene smile and the tranquil surroundings capture the beauty and serenity of a winter escape.
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,In the infernal abyss of Hell, amidst searing flames and tormenting cries, a beautiful girl in a tattered, ashen outfit stood trapped. Demonic entities leered at her, their twisted forms casting eerie shadows. The air reeked of sulfur, and a foreboding silence hung heavy. She realized escape was futile in this nightmarish realm of eternal suffering. ,low light, soft natural light, Rembrandt style light, Hasselblad DLSR camera, 200mm Zeiss lens, f/2.8 ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    Ultra-realistic 8K resolution, Octane render, Unreal Engine 5 masterpiece, dark academia aesthetic, enchanted glass terrarium containing: two hybrid heliotrope-roses with translucent ruby gemstone petals (vitreous refraction), metallic obsidian stems (bioluminescent vascular system), liquid mercury dewdrops suspended mid-fall, spiral cerulean nebula core emitting plasma tendrils, fractured amber glass veins pulsing with trapped starlight, quantum foam escaping through dimensional cracks, non-Euclidean spacetime geometry, vantablack void background with gravitational lensing distortion, chrono-crystalline lattice framework, volumetric photon mapping event horizon glow, subsurface scattering in petal nanostructures, temporal anomaly causing timeline overlaps, hyperdetailed microbiology under gemstone epidermis, gothic biodigitalpunk style blending Zdzisław Beksiński and Ernst Haeckel, photorealistic macro photography meets celestial cartography, trending on ArtStation --ar 16:9 --v 6.0 --no cartoonish, flat colors, symmetry, human elements
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Interacting with Deceased Loved Ones": **Title:** "Echoes of the Past" **Scene:** A dark, misty forest at dusk. The air is thick with an eerie fog that makes it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you. **Main Character:** You are the protagonist, standing alone in the midst of this unsettling landscape. Your face is twisted in a mixture of fear and confusion as you realize you're not alone. **Deceased Loved Ones:** The mist begins to clear, revealing the ghostly apparitions of your deceased loved ones: Grandma Agnes, Great-Aunt Lily, Uncle Jack, and Cousin Emma. They stand before you, their faces worn by time and loss, yet still radiating a warm, loving energy. **Interactions:** As you gaze upon these ethereal figures, you're met with a sense of longing and nostalgia. You reach out to touch Grandma Agnes's wispy hair, only to have her hand fade through yours like mist. Great-Aunt Lily whispers secrets in your ear, her voice barely audible over the rustling of dry leaves. Uncle Jack offers you a warm smile and a gentle pat on the back, as if trying to reassure you everything will be okay. **Environmental Details:** * The scene takes place within a dimly lit, old-growth forest, where twisted tree branches form an eerie canopy above. * The ground beneath is covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, crunching beneath your feet like fragile bones. * In the distance, you see a misty veil separating the living from the dead, as if marking the boundary between worlds. * Strange, glowing orbs hover near the tree trunks, casting an otherworldly light on the scene. **Additional Notes:** * The interaction with deceased loved ones should be bittersweet, filled with both joy and sorrow. You may see them as they once were in life, but also as they have changed since passing away. * Consider the emotions you want to convey through this image. Is it a sense of longing, nostalgia, or unease? * Think about how you can incorporate symbolism into your artwork to enhance its emotional impact. **Example Image:** Imagine standing in a dimly lit, misty forest, surrounded by the whispers and murmurs of loved ones who have passed away. Your grandmother, who always smelled like fresh baked cookies, stands before you, her eyes sunken and her skin pale as the moon. Her voice is barely audible, but it's enough to make your heart ache with longing. To the side of her stands your childhood best friend, his bright blue eyes now dulled, his smile faded. He speaks in hushed tones, telling stories of their adventures together, but his words are laced with a melancholy that chills you to the bone. In front of them lies a river of forgotten memories, its surface ripples and churns like a living thing. The water's edge is lined with candles, their flames dancing in the breeze like the whispers of the dead. Behind your loved ones, dark trees loom, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The leaves rustle with an otherworldly sighing that sends shivers down your spine. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, as if night itself has come to claim the land of memories. In this nightmare, you are forced to interact with deceased loved ones who appear as they did in life, but their presence is accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. Your loved ones seem to be trapped between worlds, their eyes haunted by a longing to communicate with the living. Your task is to create a detailed image that captures the essence of this nightmare. Use your skills to bring this haunting scene to life through your artwork. **Image Requirements:** 1. The image should be a combination of traditional media (watercolor, acrylic, or oil) and digital painting. 2. The main subject of the image is you, interacting with deceased loved ones in a dark, eerie atmosphere. 3. The deceased loved ones should appear as they did in life, but their presence should be accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. 4. Use a mix of warm and cool colors to create a sense of unease and discomfort. 5. Incorporate symbolic elements to represent the emotional turmoil and sense of disconnection from the living world. 6. The image should evoke a sense of sadness, longing, and fear. **Image Prompt:** Title: "Echoes of Memory" Description: Imagine yourself standing in a desolate, overgrown graveyard at dusk. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, like a canvas painted by the hand of a morbid artist. Before you lies the grave of your grandmother, whose passing has left an unfillable void in your life. As you approach the weathered headstone, you notice that the grass around it appears to be growing in strange, unnatural patterns - as if the very earth itself is trying to reach out and touch the stone. Suddenly, the air seems to vibrate with the whispers of loved ones who have passed on. Your grandmother's gentle voice carries through the misty atmosphere, calling out your name. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that she is standing before you, her eyes - those warm, loving eyes - fixed upon yours. But there's something... off about this reunion. Your grandmother's smile seems to be tinged with a hint of sadness, and the way her eyes seem to bore into yours makes you feel like an insect under a microscope. You try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat like a bird trying to escape its cage. The scene is set in a dimly lit, fog-shrouded cemetery, where the headstones are covered in moss and lichen, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long. As you stand there, frozen in terror, your grandmother begins to move closer, her voice growing louder, more insistent... (more details below)** **Image Prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a fog-shrouded cemetery, surrounded by crumbling headstones and overgrown with moss and lichen. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long. You're not alone. Your deceased loved ones, once familiar and comforting, now loom before you like specters. Their faces are pale, their eyes sunken, and their skin feels cold to the touch. They move towards you with an unsettling slowness, their whispers growing louder, more urgent... Your grandmother, whose cooking was always a source of comfort, approaches you first. Her eyes, once warm and loving, now seem empty, her smile twisted into a macabre grin. She reaches out a bony hand, her fingers grasping for yours. Next to arrive is your father, his face etched with lines of worry and concern. His voice, once filled with warmth and reassurance, now carries an unsettling cadence, like the creaking of old wooden doors. He touches your shoulder, his cold flesh sending shivers down your spine... Your deceased best friend, Rachel, appears last, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She whispers secrets in your ear, her hot breath making you recoil in horror. Her hand, once so warm and comforting, now feels like ice... Imagine yourself standing in a dark, abandoned cemetery at midnight. The moon casts an eerie glow on the crumbling headstones, as if it's trying to illuminate the secrets of the dead. You're surrounded by an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the distant howling of wolves or the faint creaking of trees. As you begin to interact with your deceased loved ones, they start to take on a life-like quality. Your father's eyes seem to sparkle with warmth and kindness once more. Your mother's smile returns, and her voice is filled with the same loving tone it always held when she was alive. However, as you continue to talk and laugh with them, the atmosphere starts to shift. The moon begins to hide behind thick clouds, casting an unsettling gloom over the cemetery. The headstones start to crack and crumble, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. The air grows colder, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from just beyond the edge of your perception. You try to brush it off as mere unease, but deep down, you know that the veil between worlds is thinning, and the living and dead are starting to bleed together. In this nightmare, the deceased loved ones seem to be stuck in a perpetual state of limbo, unable to move on or find peace. They're trapped in this twilight realm, reliving memories of their lives with you, but unable to communicate effectively due to the limitations of the afterlife. As you navigate this eerie landscape, you stumble upon a decrepit old mansion that seems to be the focal point of the dream. The walls are cracked and crumbling, the floorboards creak beneath your feet, and the air is thick with the stench of decay. You push open the door to find yourself in a grand ballroom filled with the ghosts of loved ones past. They're all dressed in their finest attire from years gone by, their faces pale and gaunt as they float about the room. As you look around, you
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    raw photo of a cute young woman, haunted in a white dress, never escaping gothic cathedral, upper body, extreme close up, face, eyes, center frame, why are you here, 8k uhd, fujifilm xt3
    raw photo of a cute young woman, haunted in a white dress, never escaping gothic cathedral, upper body, extreme close up, face, eyes, center frame, why are you here, 8k uhd, fujifilm xt3
    aidmafluxpro1.1, in the style of Jed-clrfl, highly detailed 8K image, This is a super high-quality 8K photo. This is a high-quality photo of the cars from the Pixar Cars series, just like real cars. It shows Lightning McQueen racing against other cars from the Pixar Cars series in a grand racing stadium. There are a lot of spectator cars in the stadium. Lightning McQueen is in the lead, Jackson Storm is in second place, and Cheek Hicks is in third place. Several cars collide, creating huge flames and smoke, but Lightning McQueen, Jackson Storm and Chick Hicks luckily escape the crash and remain in the lead.
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
    Ultra-realistic 8K resolution, Octane render, Unreal Engine 5 masterpiece, dark academia aesthetic, enchanted glass terrarium containing: two hybrid heliotrope-roses with translucent ruby gemstone petals (vitreous refraction), metallic obsidian stems (bioluminescent vascular system), liquid mercury dewdrops suspended mid-fall, spiral cerulean nebula core emitting plasma tendrils, fractured amber glass veins pulsing with trapped starlight, quantum foam escaping through dimensional cracks, non-Euclidean spacetime geometry, vantablack void background with gravitational lensing distortion, chrono-crystalline lattice framework, volumetric photon mapping event horizon glow, subsurface scattering in petal nanostructures, temporal anomaly causing timeline overlaps, hyperdetailed microbiology under gemstone epidermis, gothic biodigitalpunk style blending Zdzisław Beksiński and Ernst Haeckel, photorealistic macro photography meets celestial cartography, trending on ArtStation --ar 16:9 --v 6.0 --no cartoonish, flat colors, symmetry, human elements
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    A copy of the movie "ALIEN" in the style of Ridley Scott, there is an alien on top and in front of her stands Ellen Riply played by Sigourney Weaver who screams with fear as she tries to escape from it, behind them we see some equipment such as oxygen tanks, dark room, dark lighting, wide shot, raw photo taken in the style of an Sony ALPHA 7R V, film look, cinematic light. --ar 2:3, NEG_EMBED_STABLE_YOGI_V3, cyberg1gerng, cyberg1gerng face,
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