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    ethereal fantasy concept art of (top-quality, 8K, masterpiece:1.3) A photo of a towering, eerie haunted house, shrouded in mist, with ghostly apparitions drifting in the windows, wearing tattered curtains, in a desolate graveyard taken with a wide-angle lens highly detailed, detailed skin, moonlit ambiance <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:1> . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    A mystical figure (((Superman))) draped in a dark, tattered cape, standing at the heart of a crumbling, ancient ruin, shrouded in impenetrable darkness and an eerie, eerie mist, with tendrils of dark vines snaking around the rubble, ghostly silhouettes drifting like phantoms in the background, the air thick with an otherworldly presence, as the figure's staff, adorned with cryptic symbols, crackles with a malevolent energy, amidst a sea of dark grays and murky greens, punctuated by crimson accents that seem to bleed from the very walls, with Craig Mullins-inspired textures and intricate details that dance across the scene, evoking an haunting atmosphere of foreboding and mystical dread, with inspiration from the haunting, gothic landscapes of Zdzisław Beksiński and the rich, symbolic details of Frank Frazetta
    A mystical figure (((Batman))) draped in a dark, tattered cloak, standing at the heart of a crumbling, ancient ruin, shrouded in impenetrable darkness and an eerie, eerie mist, with tendrils of dark vines snaking around the rubble, ghostly silhouettes drifting like phantoms in the background, the air thick with an otherworldly presence, as the figure's staff, adorned with cryptic symbols, crackles with a malevolent energy, amidst a sea of dark grays and murky greens, punctuated by crimson accents that seem to bleed from the very walls, with Craig Mullins-inspired textures and intricate details that dance across the scene, evoking an haunting atmosphere of foreboding and mystical dread, with inspiration from the haunting, gothic landscapes of Zdzisław Beksiński and the rich, symbolic details of Frank Frazetta
    Ultra realism, high quality, high resolution 8K and more, stable and accurate focus, ultra correct anatomy, super detail. Halloween theme landscape in dark and spooky style. The moon illuminates an eerie cemetery shrouded in fog, ancient tombstones and gothic crosses. In the darkness ghostly figures and shadows are seen moving among the graves. In the foreground, Death wanders among the graves, wrapped in a black cloak, leading a dead soul to the world of the dead. The dead soul is a ghostly figure wrapped in a translucent cloak that is gently blown by the wind. Her body is ethereal and transparent, as if woven from fog and light. Her face is pale and expressionless, with empty eyes that seem to look right through you. Her hands are long and thin, with fingers that dissolve into mist. The soul moves smoothly and silently, as if floating in the air. The moonlight shines through it, giving it a ghostly glow. She is connected to Death by a thin, luminous chain that coils like a snake. Colors: Orange, black, purple, navy blue, green. Objects: Pumpkins, brooms, bats, cobwebs, cauldrons, skeletons, grates, lanterns, graves, coffins, skulls and bones, Gothic style. Emotions: Horror, fear, mystery Atmosphere: Dark, mysterious, exciting, as if we are in the world of the dead. Styles: Realistic, Gothic. Additional elements: A fog hangs over the graveyard, heightening the eerie feel; casting dancing shadows; and ghostly figures appearing in the distance watching from the shadows.
    ethereal fantasy concept art of (top-quality, 8K, masterpiece:1.3) A photo of a towering, eerie haunted house, shrouded in mist, with ghostly apparitions drifting in the windows, wearing tattered curtains, in a desolate graveyard taken with a wide-angle lens highly detailed, detailed skin, moonlit ambiance <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:1> . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    What a fascinating and unsettling topic! Here's a detailed image prompt to help inspire your artistic creation: **Title:** "The Toothless Terror" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at midnight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. **Main Subject:** A figure, shrouded in shadows, stands at the center of the composition. This figure is none other than the artist themselves, but with a twist: they have lost all their teeth. Yes, you read that right – every single tooth has vanished, leaving behind a gruesome, gaping maw. **Expression:** The facial expression on this toothless terror should convey a mix of horror, desperation, and despair. Eyes wide with fear, the artist's gaze is fixed upon something just out of frame (perhaps a reflection in a nearby stream or a distant, glowing light). **Surroundings:** The forest floor is littered with discarded dental appliances – dentures, fillings, and even fragments of tooth enamel. Twisted, gnarled tree roots writhe like skeletal fingers, while the branches above are shrouded in mist, casting long, ominous shadows. **Visual motifs:** 1. **Toothbrushes**: Several toothbrushes, worn out and covered in rust, lie scattered about, as if they'd been used to scrub away at the missing teeth. 2. **Dental equipment**: A rusty old dental chair or a broken scale hangs from a branch, like some macabre ornament. 3. **Fearful faces**: Faces of people with gaping toothless mouths stare out from the misty trees, their eyes sunken and fearful. 4. **Missing teeth**: Individual teeth float in mid-air, as if they'd been plucked from the mouths of those staring faces. Some are stained with blood or dirt, while others glow eerily in the dark. 5. **Darkness**: The overall atmosphere is one of foreboding darkness, punctuated only by the faint glows of the missing teeth and the distant hum of an unseen, unsettling presence. Here's a detailed image prompt for your nightmare: **Composition:** Imagine a dense, misty forest, with twisted tree branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. The ground is dry, cracked earth, like the mouth of some ancient, long-abandoned well. In the center of this eerie scene, a lone figure stands, its face a grotesque parody of a human visage. **The Figure:** This figure has a distorted, elongated head, with eyes that seem to be staring directly into your soul. Its skin is deathly pale, with dark veins visible beneath the surface. The most striking feature, however, is the absence of teeth – the figure's mouth is a gaping, toothless void, like an open grave. **The Teeth:** Scattered throughout the forest floor are hundreds of tiny, gleaming white teeth, each one perfectly preserved and eerily uniform in size and shape. They seem to be staring up at the figure, as if trying to reattach themselves to its gums. The teeth are arranged in a deliberate pattern, like a macabre puzzle or a demented game board. **The Background:** The forest surrounding the figure is dark, twisted, and alive with movement. Twisted tree roots writhe across the ground like snakes, while gnarled branches grasp for the air above like skeletal fingers. The sky above is a deep, bloody red, as if the very heavens themselves are bleeding in response to the figure's dental despair. **Additional Details:** * The figure's face is gaunt and sunken, with dark circles under its eyes that seem to be sucking in the light around it. * Its mouth is a twisted, toothless gash, with the gums pulled back like a maw of hunger. * A faint, eerie glow emanates from the space where its teeth should be, as if some malevolent force is lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. * The air around the figure seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted by its dental distress. * In the background, subtle hints of decay and neglect can be seen: a cracked mirror, a stained sink, a discarded toothbrush. These details should whisper "abandon" and "neglect", emphasizing the figure's deep-seated fear of losing control over their own bodily autonomy. **Image Prompt:** "A Nightmare About Missing Teeth" **Scene:** A dimly lit, rundown bathroom with peeling wallpaper and a cracked mirror above the sink. The air is thick with an eerie, unsettling energy. **The Figure:** A humanoid form (perhaps with some grotesque features) sits slumped over the sink, their face contorted in a mix of despair and horror. Their mouth hangs open, revealing... nothing. Where teeth should be, there's only a vast, empty space, like a void or a crater. The skin around the missing teeth is red and inflamed, with tiny rivulets of blood trickling down. **Additional Elements:** * A single tooth, small and yellowed, lies on the edge of the sink, as if it had fallen out during a desperate attempt to retrieve the rest. * A half-empty tube of toothpaste sits beside the figure's hand, its label worn off, revealing only faint, faded lettering. * The walls of the room are covered in cobwebs and dusty old photographs, their subjects' faces blurred or torn away, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling. * A faint, flickering light emanates from a nearby lamp, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Its shade is askew, like it's been knocked off-kilter by some unseen force. * The air is thick with an unsettling, acrid scent – a mix of decay and dentist's office disinfectant – that makes your skin crawl. * In the center of the room, a decrepit old mirror hangs, its glass cracked and reflecting nothing but darkness. But on its surface, tiny, taunting whispers seem to be etched: "You'll never get them back... never get them back..." * The protagonist stands in front of this mirror, their reflection warped and distorted, as if their very identity is crumbling along with their teeth. * Their mouth is open in a silent scream, revealing a gaping void where their teeth once were. A faint outline of what used to be their pearly whites can still be seen, like the ghostly remnants of a forgotten smile. * The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly hum, as if the very essence of their dental despair is drawing in all the lost and missing teeth from across the universe. * A swirling vortex of toothy terror begins to form at their feet, like a maelstrom of dental despair. The teeth that are sucked into this abyss appear to be warped and twisted, reflecting the darkest fears and anxieties of the dreamer's subconscious. In the distance, a cityscape looms, its buildings and streets crumbling and decaying, as if they too were suffering from some sort of tooth-related affliction. The skies above are a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, like the glow of a dentist's drill in the midst of a painful procedure. The dreamer finds themselves standing at the edge of this surreal landscape, their own reflection staring back at them from a broken mirror. But it's not just any ordinary reflection - their teeth are missing, leaving only gaping holes and a sense of utter vulnerability. As they reach up to touch their face, their fingers seem to fade away, replaced by wispy tendrils of dental floss that writhe and twist like snakes. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to rot and crumble around them. In the background, a cityscape looms, its skyscrapers twisted into grotesque parodies of their former selves - giant molars with jagged, tooth-like protrusions that seem to leer down at the dreamer like cruel sentinels. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. The dreamer's own eyes are sunken and wild, their pupils dilated into tiny black holes that seem to suck in all the light around them. Their skin is deathly pale, with dark circles under their eyes like two black ravens perched on their cheeks. Their mouth, of course, is the focal point of this hellish vision: a gaping maw filled with nothing but empty space and jagged gums that seem to be screaming in agony. The dreamer's tongue lolls out like a limp, useless thing, as if it too has been ravaged by some malevolent force. In the background, dark shapes loom like twisted tree branches or grasping fingers, their outlines starkly defined against a sickly yellow-green glow that seems to seep from the very walls of the dreamer's own mouth. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rotting flesh, as if something ancient and malevolent has taken up residence in this abyss. The teeth themselves are nowhere to be found - not even a single stray tooth remains to mar the otherwise flawless gums. It's as if they've been swallowed whole by some monstrous entity, leaving behind only the faintest hint of their former presence: a lingering sense of discomfort and unease that refuses to dissipate. In this waking nightmare, every attempt to find or replace the missing teeth seems futile - the dreamer's efforts are thwarted at every turn by an unseen force that revels in their terror. The more they struggle, the more elusive the truth becomes, until all that's left is a maddening sense of disorientation
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, gothic art, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    NA-Stunning-Female-Warrior, In the midst of a forgotten graveyard overrun by nature, a determined and audacious female warrior strides forward in a mesmerizing Mystery-fantasy full-body illustration. Her piercing green eyes pierce through the mist that clings to the crumbling tombstones, reflecting the faint moonlight that filters through the tangled branches above. Clad in ancient armor adorned with sigils of protection, each piece whispering tales of long-forgotten battles, she stands as a solitary guardian amidst the decaying memorials. (Her cloak, woven from ethereal threads of spiderwebs and ghostly wisps), dances eerily in the chilling breeze, a spectral shroud that conceals her presence from the restless spirits that haunt the graveyard. (Surrounded by crumbling monuments and creeping vines), she embodies the undying spirit of defiance against the ravages of time. (With flowing locks of ghostly white and a dynamic stance ready to confront the supernatural), she exudes resilience and determination, inviting viewers to venture into the haunted depths of the graveyard. Inspired by the haunting beauty and eerie tranquility of forgotten burial grounds and the visionary works of (((Oliver Barrett, Nico Delort), Annie Stegg Gerard), Audrey Kawasaki), and Samuel Araya.
    Ultra realism, high quality, high resolution 8K and more, stable and accurate focus, ultra correct anatomy, super detail. Halloween theme landscape in dark and spooky style. The moon illuminates an eerie cemetery shrouded in fog, ancient tombstones and gothic crosses. In the darkness ghostly figures and shadows are seen moving among the graves. In the foreground, Death wanders among the graves, wrapped in a black cloak, leading a dead soul to the world of the dead. The dead soul is a ghostly figure wrapped in a translucent cloak that is gently blown by the wind. Her body is ethereal and transparent, as if woven from fog and light. Her face is pale and expressionless, with empty eyes that seem to look right through you. Her hands are long and thin, with fingers that dissolve into mist. The soul moves smoothly and silently, as if floating in the air. The moonlight shines through it, giving it a ghostly glow. She is connected to Death by a thin, luminous chain that coils like a snake. Colors: Orange, black, purple, navy blue, green. Objects: Pumpkins, brooms, bats, cobwebs, cauldrons, skeletons, grates, lanterns, graves, coffins, skulls and bones, Gothic style. Emotions: Horror, fear, mystery Atmosphere: Dark, mysterious, exciting, as if we are in the world of the dead. Styles: Realistic, Gothic. Additional elements: A fog hangs over the graveyard, heightening the eerie feel; casting dancing shadows; and ghostly figures appearing in the distance watching from the shadows.
    Ultra realism, high quality, high resolution 8K and more, stable and accurate focus, ultra correct anatomy, super detail. Halloween theme landscape in dark and spooky style. The moon illuminates an eerie cemetery shrouded in fog, ancient tombstones and gothic crosses. In the darkness ghostly figures and shadows are seen moving among the graves. In the foreground, Death wanders among the graves, wrapped in a black cloak, leading a dead soul to the world of the dead. The dead soul is a ghostly figure wrapped in a translucent cloak that is gently blown by the wind. Her body is ethereal and transparent, as if woven from fog and light. Her face is pale and expressionless, with empty eyes that seem to look right through you. Her hands are long and thin, with fingers that dissolve into mist. The soul moves smoothly and silently, as if floating in the air. The moonlight shines through it, giving it a ghostly glow. She is connected to Death by a thin, luminous chain that coils like a snake. Colors: Orange, black, purple, navy blue, green. Objects: Pumpkins, brooms, bats, cobwebs, cauldrons, skeletons, grates, lanterns, graves, coffins, skulls and bones, Gothic style. Emotions: Horror, fear, mystery Atmosphere: Dark, mysterious, exciting, as if we are in the world of the dead. Styles: Realistic, Gothic. Additional elements: A fog hangs over the graveyard, heightening the eerie feel; casting dancing shadows; and ghostly figures appearing in the distance watching from the shadows.
    Ultra realism, high quality, high resolution 8K and more, stable and accurate focus, ultra correct anatomy, super detail. Halloween theme landscape in dark and spooky style. The moon illuminates an eerie cemetery shrouded in fog, ancient tombstones and gothic crosses. In the darkness ghostly figures and shadows are seen moving among the graves. In the foreground, Death wanders among the graves, wrapped in a black cloak, leading a dead soul to the world of the dead. The dead soul is a ghostly figure wrapped in a translucent cloak that is gently blown by the wind. Her body is ethereal and transparent, as if woven from fog and light. Her face is pale and expressionless, with empty eyes that seem to look right through you. Her hands are long and thin, with fingers that dissolve into mist. The soul moves smoothly and silently, as if floating in the air. The moonlight shines through it, giving it a ghostly glow. She is connected to Death by a thin, luminous chain that coils like a snake. Colors: Orange, black, purple, navy blue, green. Objects: Pumpkins, brooms, bats, cobwebs, cauldrons, skeletons, grates, lanterns, graves, coffins, skulls and bones, Gothic style. Emotions: Horror, fear, mystery Atmosphere: Dark, mysterious, exciting, as if we are in the world of the dead. Styles: Realistic, Gothic. Additional elements: A fog hangs over the graveyard, heightening the eerie feel; casting dancing shadows; and ghostly figures appearing in the distance watching from the shadows.
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (Fantasy Horsewomans of the Apocalypse). The Four Horsewomen ride side by side, their terrifyingly beautiful forms barely clothed yet exuding power. War, her crimson loincloth fluttering as her black armor gleams with fresh blood, raises her greatsword high. Famine, her translucent veil flowing around her skeletal yet strangely captivating body, clutches her rusted scythe. Pestilence, bound in dark chains that highlight her sickly green curves, releases a wave of plague-filled mist. Death, her ghostly shroud clinging to her ethereal form, guides her skeletal steed with an eerie calm. The landscape behind them crumbles into ruin, the sky blackened by swirling clouds. The Apocalypse has come, and they are its embodiment. ((cinematic photo, volumetric lighting, cinematic lighting, aesthetic design, high angle, dramatic framing, cinematic framing, unique artistic composition, hight reflection)), (maximum ultra-high definition image quality and rendering:3), maximum image detail, maximum realistic rendering, (beautiful face), (full-length)
    (((creating flower garlands for the festival, children helping, seated in circle, hands weaving, heads focused, colorful flowers, bonding time, summer tradition, creativity, natural materials, smiles, learning, cultural practice, outdoor activity, joyful))), 1girl,single,solo,gentle world,surprised,interested,nerd,magic,(cat_ghost:1.2),summoner magic,summon cat_ghost,bright pupils,hoodie,(cat girl,cat tail,cat ears:1.2),fit,petite,small chest,purple hair,colorful,many colors,ponytail,dark purple eyes,intricate details,(((masterpiece))),Masterpiece,masterpiece,(masterpiece:1.2),(best quality:1.2),best quality,(((best quality))),((ultra-detailed)),(ultra-detailed),(top quality),(detailed light),((an extremely delicate and beautiful)),(beautiful detailed eyes),(glowing eyes:1),1girl,solo,bracelet,jewelry,ponytail,(perspective:1.8),dynamic_angle, <lora:kenva:0.7>,knva,<lora:add-detail-xl:0.7>,<lora:Shine_colorful_XL_15E2B3A3C_RT:0.5>,<lora:huoyanjingling_XL:1>, BREAK In the heart of an ancient,mist-shrouded forest lies the mystical village of Jonines,a place where time seems to stand still and the air is thick with magic. The village is nestled in a clearing surrounded by towering trees whose branches form a natural canopy overhead,allowing dappled sunlight to filter through and cast an ethereal glow on everything below., BREAK The homes in Jonines are crafted from a harmonious blend of natural materials and enchanted elements. They are built from sturdy timber and adorned with intricate carvings that tell the stories of the village’s long history. Vines and flowering plants entwine the structures,adding vibrant splashes of color and a sense of life to the rustic dwellings. Each house has a thatched roof that glistens with dew in the morning light,and windows made of polished crystal that sparkle like gemstones., BREAK In the center of the village stands a grand,ancient tree,its trunk wide and gnarled,its branches stretching high into the sky. This tree,known as the Heartwood,is revered by the villagers as a source of wisdom and power. Its roots spread out beneath the village,believed to protect and nourish the land. Beneath its boughs,a sacred spring bubbles up,its waters crystal clear and imbued with healing properties. The villagers gather here daily to collect water,offer prayers,and partake in communal rituals., BREAK The pathways of Jonines are paved with smooth,moss-covered stones that feel soft underfoot. Lanterns hanging from wooden posts line the paths,their gentle,magical glow illuminating the village at night. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sound of birdsong,creating a peaceful,almost dreamlike atmosphere., BREAK Villagers,clad in robes of natural fibers dyed in rich,earthy tones,move about with purpose and grace. They are a community deeply connected to nature and each other,their lives intertwined with the rhythms of the forest. butterflies through the meadows., BREAK At the edge of the village,a small marketplace buzzes with activity. Stalls offer an array of goods,from fresh produce and herbs to handcrafted items and mystical trinkets. The aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed potions wafts through the air,enticing passersby to sample the village's culinary delights., BREAK Jonines is a place where magic and nature coexist in perfect harmony,a haven of tranquility and wonder. The village stands as a testament to the enduring power of tradition and the beauty of a life lived in tune with the natural world.,
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    A dark and mysterious warrior standing atop a jagged cliff,overlooking a vast,otherworldly battlefield shrouded in mist,wearing ancient blackened armor engraved with glowing runes,a flowing shadowy mantle draped over his shoulders,shifting like living smoke,appearing both as a tattered cloak and as enormous black wings with razor-sharp spiked edges,unfurling menacingly in the wind,gripping an enormous legendary greatsword forged from celestial metal,its blade pulsating with arcane energy,intricate golden engravings glowing with shifting ethereal light,a massive dark gemstone embedded in the hilt,emitting an eerie otherworldly aura,veins of crackling lightning coursing through the metal,its razor-sharp edge shimmering as if cutting through reality itself,the ground beneath him littered with lifeless bodies of fallen warriors,broken weapons,shattered shields,pools of blood reflecting the dim light,severed limbs scattered across the battlefield,ethereal ghostly wisps rising from the corpses,vultures circling in the stormy sky,the remnants of a long-forgotten empire in the background,ruined gothic castles with towering spires,enormous shattered statues of ancient gods,an ominous blood-red moon casting eerie shadows,swirling dark clouds illuminated by distant lightning,strange ethereal creatures lurking in the mist,embers floating in the air,dark fantasy atmosphere,cinematic lighting,hyperdetailed,4K resolution,golden hour lighting,depth of field F2,rule of thirds composition.,
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, Create an image of a (mysterious ghostly figure made of mad-wsps:1.2) floating above an eerie lake scene under the moonshine. The ghost should have a translucent, ethereal appearance with faintly glowing edges. The lake should be calm, with dark, reflective water that captures the moon's glow. Surrounding the lake, there should be dense, shadowy trees partially shrouded in mist. The sky is clouded, allowing the moon to cast an eerie light through gaps in the clouds, adding to the ghostly ambiance. Overall, the scene should feel chilling and otherworldly, with a haunting, mysterious atmosphere (masterpiece:1.2), best quality, (hyperdetailed, highest detailed:1.2), high resolution textures, (beautiful silhouette of a female:1.6), slim body
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    Transports viewers to a haunted, remote ghost town shrouded in darkness, where huge trees in a dark forested area behind the houses, water flowing from a small stream and spectacular apparitions hover among the swirling mist, evoking a sense of otherworldly horror. Tense, eerie, and dark only moonlight, candlelight, ink painting, illustration, photo-realistic, realistic, long shot
    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
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, gothic art, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the lands of Nightfear, shadows dance, Where moonbeams weave a spectral trance. Glowing flora whisper secrets untold, In a world where darkness takes hold. Misty veils cloak ancient trees, Their branches sway in midnight breeze. Nocturnal creatures stir from their sleep, In the depths of night, their secrets keep. Silver streams meander through the land, Reflecting stars with a ghostly hand. Ethereal mist shrouds the moors, Where the echo of forgotten lore. Ruins rise from the earth's embrace, Whispers of a long-lost grace. Gargoyles perch on weathered stone, Guardians of a realm unknown. In the lands of Nightfear, shadows reign, Where mystic realms entwine with pain. Through the veil of darkness, one might see, The beauty of night's solemn decree. ((nostalgic, intricately detailed, extremely detailed background, perfect accuracy, eyecatching, Getty Images award winning photograph, gritty)) BREAK ,((uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, 12-24mm f/4 at 12mm, expansive low angle photo, experimental lighting, perfect composition, )) ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    impressive RAW photo of a breathtaking landscape, 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3, An eerily realistic horror photo transports the viewer into a dark and eerie setting. Dark shadows and ghostly mists shroud an abandoned ghost town, while the full moon casts its cold light over the eerie scene. Decaying buildings and menacing creatures create a haunting atmosphere that sends a cold shiver down the viewer's spine. This eerily realistic horror painting draws the viewer into a frightening world of the unknown. <lora:backlighting:0.5> <lora:LowRA:0.9>
    A mystical figure (((Jedi Knight))) draped in a dark, tattered cloak, standing at the heart of a crumbling, ancient ruin, shrouded in impenetrable darkness and an eerie, eerie mist, with tendrils of dark vines snaking around the rubble, ghostly silhouettes drifting like phantoms in the background, the air thick with an otherworldly presence, as the figure's staff, adorned with cryptic symbols, crackles with a malevolent energy, amidst a sea of dark grays and murky greens, punctuated by crimson accents that seem to bleed from the very walls, with Craig Mullins-inspired textures and intricate details that dance across the scene, evoking an haunting atmosphere of foreboding and mystical dread, with inspiration from the haunting, gothic landscapes of Zdzisław Beksiński and the rich, symbolic details of Frank Frazetta
    In the style of Craig Mullins, an ancient, abandoned ruin cloaked in darkness and mist. The scene is dominated by dark gray and murky green, with occasional crimson accents. (Seeing If This No Comment Thing Works, PURPLE TONES!!!!!:0) The ruins are overgrown with dark vines, and ghostly figures wander in the background. A central figure (((Jedi Knight))), shrouded in a dark cloak and holding an ornate energy staff, stands amidst the ruins, performing a dark ritual. Intricate details and rich textures reflect Mullins’ approach to high-detail fantasy illustration, with a haunting atmosphere.
    What a fantastic request! Here's your detailed image prompt: **Title:** "The Crimson Carnival of Lost Souls" **Image Description:** Imagine a surreal, nightmarish landscape that defies logic and reason. The scene is set at an abandoned carnival, its rusty gates creaking in the wind like skeletal fingers. The once-colorful tents and stalls now hang limp and forlorn, like tattered party streamers. **The Main Attraction:** In the center of the carnival, a massive, twisted Ferris wheel rises like a metal behemoth from hell, its seats occupied by ghostly apparitions with faces contorted in perpetual screaming. The wheel's axis is stained with a deep, crimson color, as if the very essence of madness had seeped into its metal heart. **The Carnivalesque Chaos:** Surrounding the Ferris wheel, various carnival attractions have become twisted and grotesque. A funhouse mirror now reflects distorted, elongated versions of the dreamer's own features. The merry-go-round spins with a cacophony of eerie laughter, while a hall of mirrors becomes a maze of fractured reflections, each one revealing a different aspect of the dreamer's psyche. **The Dreamer's Descent into Madness:** As the dream unfolds, the dreamer (represented by a figure in the distance) begins to lose grip on reality. Their surroundings warp and distort, like melting wax, as they stumble through the surreal landscape. The air thickens with an otherworldly presence, heavy with the scent of decay and neglect. **Visual Elements:** * Twisted, gnarled tree branches that seem to writhe in agony * Eyes that glow like embers or lanterns in the dark * Skin that seems to peel away like rotten fruit * Hair that snakes around the dreamer's face like a living vine * A sky that rages with stormy clouds that threaten to consume everything * A sense of unease and dread that permeates every aspect of the image **Color Palette:** * Earth tones mixed with dark, muted colors (think moss, bark, and decaying leaves) * Flickers of fiery orange or red to represent the eerie glow of those eyes * Shadows that seem to writhe across the scene like living darkness **Composition:** * The dreamer should be situated in a way that makes them appear small and vulnerable within the larger environment * Use negative space effectively to create a sense of isolation and disorientation * Incorporate strange, unsettling shapes or structures that defy explanation (think twisted tree limbs or unnatural rock formations) * Consider using multiple layers or planes of depth to create a sense of dimensionality and disorienting perspective **Atmosphere:** * Create an atmosphere that is tense, foreboding, and utterly unsettling * Use texture and shading to give the image a tactile quality that draws the viewer in * Play with the lighting to create long shadows, eerie glows, or other effects that add to the sense of unease **Specific elements:** * Include at least one element that is inexplicable, such as a glowing symbol on a door, a strange creature lurking in the distance, or an unnatural plant growth * Incorporate something that is familiar but twisted, like a child's drawing come to life, a broken toy, or a family photo with sinister implications * Use at least one element that is unsettlingly human, such as a character with an unblinking gaze, a figure with an unnatural posture, or a person with an unnerving facial expression **Atmosphere:** * Create a sense of disorientation by using unusual perspectives, angles, and compositions * Play with the scale to make everyday objects seem monstrous or tiny, or vice versa * Use color to create an atmosphere that is unsettling, foreboding, or just plain creepy **Additional details:** * The dream takes place in a setting that is familiar yet distorted, such as a town that's identical to your own but with an air of unease * Incorporate elements that are symbolic or metaphorical, such as recurring characters, objects, or themes that represent something deeper than the surface-level narrative * Use the dream to explore themes of psychological trauma, existential crises, or societal unease **Visual inspiration:** * Study the works of Stephen King and other masters of horror fiction (e.g. H.P. Lovecraft, Clive Barker) * Draw from your own nightmares and fears for added authenticity * Consider incorporating elements of the surreal, the uncanny, or the bizarre to create a dream-like atmosphere **Additional notes:** * Pay attention to lighting, shadows, and textures to create an eerie and unsettling mood * Don't be afraid to get weird and creative with your imagery - after all, this is a dream! * Consider using a mix of realistic and fantastical elements to blur the lines between reality and fantasy. **Example Image:** Imagine a dark, misty forest, where twisted trees loom like skeletal fingers. The air is thick with the scent of decay and rot. In the distance, a faint glow emanates from a clearing, but it's not just any light - it's as if the very fabric of reality has been torn asunder, revealing a glowing portal to some other dimension. **Elements to Incorporate:** 1. **Darkness:** The forest is shrouded in an eerie mist that makes it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. 2. **Twisted Trees:** The trees are twisted and gnarled, like they've been shaped by some malevolent force. Their branches seem to writhe and twist, like living serpents. 3. **Portals or Rifts:** A glowing portal or rift in the distance, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. It's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling before your eyes. 4. **Foreboding Creatures:** Some unseen presence lurks just out of sight, its dark shape looming like a specter on the horizon. You can't quite make it out, but you sense it's watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 5. **Atmosphere of Fear and Dread:** The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of impending doom. Every creak of a tree or snap of a twig sounds like a death knell, and the silence between those sounds is oppressive. 6. **Unsettling Imagery:** Strange, unblinking eyes watch from the shadows, their gaze piercing through the darkness. A tangle of twisted vines and thorns seems to writhe across the ground, as if alive and malevolent. Example: "You find yourself trapped in a dark forest, where every step feels like an eternity. The trees seem to twist and writhe around you, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of rotting fruit, and the silence is oppressive. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows - its face a grotesque parody of a human visage, with eyes that burn like hot coals. It speaks in a voice that's both familiar and yet completely alien, saying 'You'll never wake up...'."
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, gothic art, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    ethereal fantasy concept art of (top-quality, 8K, masterpiece:1.3) A photo of a towering, eerie haunted house, shrouded in mist, with ghostly apparitions drifting in the windows, wearing tattered curtains, in a desolate graveyard taken with a wide-angle lens highly detailed, detailed skin, moonlit ambiance <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:1> . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy
    In the lands of Nightfear, shadows dance, Where moonbeams weave a spectral trance. Glowing flora whisper secrets untold, In a world where darkness takes hold. Misty veils cloak ancient trees, Their branches sway in midnight breeze. Nocturnal creatures stir from their sleep, In the depths of night, their secrets keep. Silver streams meander through the land, Reflecting stars with a ghostly hand. Ethereal mist shrouds the moors, Where the echo of forgotten lore. Ruins rise from the earth's embrace, Whispers of a long-lost grace. Gargoyles perch on weathered stone, Guardians of a realm unknown. In the lands of Nightfear, shadows reign, Where mystic realms entwine with pain. Through the veil of darkness, one might see, The beauty of night's solemn decree. ((nostalgic, intricately detailed, extremely detailed background, perfect accuracy, eyecatching, Getty Images award winning photograph, gritty)) BREAK ,((uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, 12-24mm f/4 at 12mm, expansive low angle photo, experimental lighting, perfect composition, )) ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    In the lands of Nightfear, shadows dance, Where moonbeams weave a spectral trance. Glowing flora whisper secrets untold, In a world where darkness takes hold. Misty veils cloak ancient trees, Their branches sway in midnight breeze. Nocturnal creatures stir from their sleep, In the depths of night, their secrets keep. Silver streams meander through the land, Reflecting stars with a ghostly hand. Ethereal mist shrouds the moors, Where the echo of forgotten lore. Ruins rise from the earth's embrace, Whispers of a long-lost grace. Gargoyles perch on weathered stone, Guardians of a realm unknown. In the lands of Nightfear, shadows reign, Where mystic realms entwine with pain. Through the veil of darkness, one might see, The beauty of night's solemn decree. ((nostalgic, intricately detailed, extremely detailed background, perfect accuracy, eyecatching, Getty Images award winning photograph, gritty)) BREAK ,((uhd, 8k photograph taken with Sony A7R III, 1/30sec at f/5.6, ISO 20,000, 12-24mm f/4 at 12mm, expansive low angle photo, experimental lighting, perfect composition, )) ng_deepnegative_v1_75t, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    In the depths of a mist-shrouded graveyard, beneath the ghostly glow of a full moon, a spectral apparition drifts silently among the tombstones. Its ethereal form, obscured by wisps of fog, seems to waver and fade with each passing moment, as if caught between worlds. Clad in tattered robes that billow like the sails of a ghost ship, it moves with a haunting grace, its hands concealed within the folds of its cloak, leaving only the faintest hint of its presence in its wake.
    In the depths of a mist-shrouded graveyard, beneath the ghostly glow of a full moon, a spectral apparition drifts silently among the tombstones. Its ethereal form, obscured by wisps of fog, seems to waver and fade with each passing moment, as if caught between worlds. Clad in tattered robes that billow like the sails of a ghost ship, it moves with a haunting grace, its hands concealed within the folds of its cloak, leaving only the faintest hint of its presence in its wake.
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the twilight's shroud, where shadows dance, Lies a garden of eerie and deadly plants . Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light, Where nightmares bloom in the dead of night. Trees twist and coil, their branches writhe, Like vipers in the deadliest hive. Their leaves, a tapestry of despair, Whisper secrets of the dark's cruel snare. Flowers of crimson, with petals like knives, Blossom where death and darkness thrives. Their scent, of poison mist, that fills the air, Luring lost souls, to their deadly care. Beneath the earth, roots twist and claw, Grasping at spirits with a silent draw. Among the graves, where whispers hiss, Echoes the sorrow of gloom's soft kiss. In the center, a fountain flows, With waters black as midnight's woes. Its streams, a mirror of the abyss, Reflecting the souls it longs to twist. In this garden, where nightmares dwell, A symphony of darkness, a haunting spell. For those who dare to roam its maze, Shall find their souls trapped in its gaze. <<BREAK>> Perfect surrealist photograph , psychologically disturbing, ((strong fisheye-lens photograph (intense fisheye-view photograph), very low upward looking angle, intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, horror afterimage, ((evil garden echo image)), (echo image), ((haunting multiple exposures)), (( long exposures)), ((ghastly garden phantom blur)), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    In the depths of a mist-shrouded graveyard, beneath the ghostly glow of a full moon, a spectral apparition drifts silently among the tombstones. Its ethereal form, obscured by wisps of fog, seems to waver and fade with each passing moment, as if caught between worlds. Clad in tattered robes that billow like the sails of a ghost ship, it moves with a haunting grace, its hands concealed within the folds of its cloak, leaving only the faintest hint of its presence in its wake.
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    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (Fantasy Horsewomans of the Apocalypse). The four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse stand in a menacing formation, their monstrous steeds rearing behind them, silhouetted against a burning, storm-ridden sky. Their powerful, nearly naked bodies are each adorned with minimal yet distinct garments—War in jagged black metal armor barely covering her, Famine in a sheer, tattered veil clinging to her emaciated yet seductive form, Pestilence draped in dark chains that contrast her flawless yet sickly skin, and Death wrapped in a ghostly shroud that moves like living mist. Their weapons—greatsword, scythe, censer, and ethereal blade—gleam ominously, reflecting the suffering they bring. Their combined presence radiates both divine beauty and unstoppable doom. ((cinematic photo, volumetric lighting, cinematic lighting, aesthetic design, high angle, dramatic framing, cinematic framing, unique artistic composition, hight reflection)), (maximum ultra-high definition image quality and rendering:3), maximum image detail, maximum realistic rendering, (beautiful face), (full-length)

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