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    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,bloody mouth,(burning hair:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    A lone warrior clad in gothic armor stands resolute in the midst of a burning battlefield, exuding the bleak and gothic atmosphere. His withered cape, its tattered edges glowing faintly from the surrounding flames, billows in the smoke-choked air. Around him, the battlefield is strewn with the ruins of war, twisted metal and shattered stone litter the ground, as dark, ominous clouds swirl above, casting deep shadows over the desolate landscape. The only light comes from the dying embers and a blood-red sun, ominously looming behind the clouds, bathing the scene in a grim, apocalyptic hue. This scene evokes the dark, oppressive tone of a world teetering on the edge of despair, much like the haunting and oppressive world. Use colors like dark purple and colors like purple and colors like maroon
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:xl_Desert_Festival:1> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1.2>
    muscular blood-covered green orc barbarian with medium-length black hair, black war-torn cape, a breathtaking mountain summit, offering panoramic view of a fantasy village burning below, dusk, red sunset, full-body shot, blood everywhere, gritty, standing on pile of corpses, 8k, extreme detail, human entrails, red undead wraiths emerging from the ground
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,bloody mouth,(burning hair:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    <lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.7> richard hammond, wearing flight suit, , awkward smile, standing in front of, wrecked jetplane, crater in ground (<lora:sdxl:0.7> burning, destroyed fighter jet in background) (jet on fire) cinematic
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,bloody mouth,(burning hair:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(black veil:0.5),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,bloody mouth,(burning hair:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,long arms,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered wedding dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(black veil:0.5),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,(sharp bloody teeth:1.5),bloody mouth,(hair is fire:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,long arms,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    This is a battlefield in turmoil, with the ruins of a city burned to the ground and smoke filling the air. The sky is lit up by the flames of war. In the center of the scene stands a fully armored giant, towering over everything else. He holds a massive hammer and seems to be waiting for something. In front of him stands a lonely blonde girl, with her back turned towards us as she appears to be lost in thought. She wears a simple brown robe and holds a long sword, which she points towards the giant,The composition of the scene is highly dramatic, with the girl and the giant placed in the center of the image to emphasize their confrontation. The ruins and smoke around them, as well as the distant flames and sounds of battle, create a tense atmosphere. The giant's massive form and hammer, as well as the girl's sword, are highly detailed and realistic,The scene is styled after fantasy and war themes similar to those of Fabian Perez, Henry Asencio, Jeremy Mann, and Marc Simonetti, emphasizing the harshness and loneliness of the battlefield. Some surrealistic elements are incorporated as well, such as the slightly distorted proportions of the giant's form, which enhance the dramatic and tense atmosphere of the piece,(highly detailed environment:1.3)
    <lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.7> richard hammond, wearing spacesuit, on the moon, awkward smile, standing in front of, wrecked apollo capsule, crater in ground (<lora:sdxl:0.7> burning, destroyed fighter jet in background) (jet on fire) cinematic
    dark slender figure crawling on the ground,demon,scary,horrifying,disgusting,cracked burned dry black skin,empty mouth and eyes,missing nose and ears,abnormally long limbs,empty_eye_sockets,(evil_grin:1.4),bald, smoke,wet ground,puddles, burned trees,barren landscape,night,(darkness:1.5),thunderstorm,
    dark slender figure crawling on the ground,demon,scary,horrifying,disgusting,cracked burned dry black skin,empty mouth and eyes,missing nose and ears,abnormally long limbs,empty_eye_sockets,(evil_grin:1.4),bald, smoke,wet ground,puddles, burned trees,barren landscape,night,(darkness:1.5),thunderstorm,
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(black veil:0.5),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,bloody mouth,(burning hair:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,long arms,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,bloody mouth,burning hair,ashy burned skin,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered wedding dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(black veil:0.5),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,(sharp bloody teeth:1.5),bloody mouth,(hair is fire:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,long arms,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:xl_Desert_Festival:1> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1.2>
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    dark slender figure crawling on the ground,demon,scary,horrifying,disgusting,cracked burned dry black skin,empty mouth and eyes,missing nose and ears,abnormally long limbs,empty_eye_sockets,(evil_grin:1.4),bald, smoke,wet ground,puddles, burned trees,barren landscape,night,(darkness:1.5),thunderstorm,
    Psychedelic style, cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:Best_of_Burning_Man:0.9> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1>
    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
    an image of a scary demon,(very long black tattered wedding dress made of ash emanating black smoke:2),(black veil:0.5),(dancing:1.3),glowing eyes,(sharp bloody teeth:1.5),bloody mouth,(hair is fire:1.5),emaciated,ashy burned skin,long arms,(long bony fingers:1.6),(claws:1.5),(zombie:0.6), (darkness:1.5),(at night:1.2),bokeh,full body,dynamic pose,desolate landscape,burned ground,
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    Here's a detailed image prompt for a "worst nightmare": **Title:** The Never-Ending Descent into Madness **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest with twisted, gnarled trees that seem to writhe and twist in agony. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. **Main Subject:** In the center of the image, a figure (perhaps a young adult or child) stands frozen in terror, surrounded by an aura of desperation. Their face contorts in a mixture of fear, panic, and despair as they stare up at... **The Sky:** A dark, foreboding cloud bank looms above, with lightning bolts striking the ground mere feet away from the figure's toes. The sky is a sickly shade of green, like a poisonous gas seeping into their world. **Additional Elements:** * To the left of the figure, a swarm of grotesque, winged creatures (like giant moths or bats) flutter and writhe in agony, as if they're being consumed by some dark force. * In the distance, a cityscape is on fire, with flames engulfing towering skyscrapers and burning debris falling like rain from the sky. The buildings seem to be melting like wax, their structures warping and twisting into impossible shapes. * At the figure's feet, a sea of razor-sharp, jagged rocks stretches out, each one pulsing with an otherworldly energy that seems to be drawing them in. * In the background, a dark, swirling vortex appears to be pulling everything towards it, like a sinkhole or a whirlpool. The edges of this vortex seem to be made of some kind of twisted, nightmarish fabric that's slowly unraveling. * Everywhere you look, there are signs of chaos and destruction: shattered glass, torn metal, splintered wood. It's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling, leaving only darkness and terror in its wake. **Composition** The image should be a dark, foreboding landscape that captures the essence of the "worst nightmare". The focal point could be a figure (perhaps yourself or someone you know) trapped in this apocalyptic scene. The figure's face should convey fear, panic, and despair - as if they're unable to escape their own worst fears. **Lighting** The lighting should be dim, with only faint, flickering glows coming from unknown sources. This could be achieved through the use of dark blues and purples, with occasional flashes of eerie green or orange hues. The overall effect should be one of unease and disorientation. **Background** The background should feature a twisted, nightmarish landscape that's both familiar and yet utterly alien. Imagine a world where buildings are distorted, like they're melting or being consumed by some unseen force. Trees could be twisted into grotesque shapes, their branches grasping for the figure as if to ensnare them. The sky above should be a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that resemble dark, billowy curtains. **Central Figure** At the heart of this worst nightmare lies the central figure: you, yourself. You're trapped in this twisted world, with no clear escape route in sight. Your face is contorted in a mixture of fear and despair, your eyes wide with terror as you gaze upon the horrors around you. Your body is frozen in place, unable to move or flee from the terrors that surround you. **Surrounding Horrors** To your left stands a twisted, gnarled tree with branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers, its trunk covered in dark, pulsing veins that appear to be pumping a noxious, greenish fluid. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, making it hard to breathe. Before you lies a lake of stagnant water, its surface slick and oily, with ripples that seem to move of their own accord. On the far side of the lake stands an abandoned asylum, its walls cracked and crumbling, its windows like empty eye sockets staring back at you. To your right looms a giant, imposing structure that appears to be made from a tangle of razor-sharp metal rods and twisted pipes. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is being warped by the sheer malevolence emanating from within. **Atmosphere and Lighting** The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow-green, like the color of pus or bile. Dark clouds swirl through it, casting long shadows across the landscape that seem to writhe and twist like living things. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. The only light comes from flickering torches placed at irregular intervals along the ground, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding structures. Each torch seems to cast a different color of light: some are bright orange, others are sickly green or yellow, and a few seem to be emitting a dark, smoky purple haze. **Main Image** In the center of this twisted landscape stands a massive, ancient tree with branches that seem to writhe and twist like snakes. The trunk of the tree is covered in thick, thorny vines that appear to be alive, as if they're crawling off the tree's bark. The leaves are dry and crackling, like old parchment. At the base of the tree, a figure cowers in terror - it's you. Your skin is deathly pale, and your eyes are sunken with fear. Your hair is disheveled, and your clothes are tattered and stained with dark, murky liquid (like mud or oil). You're surrounded by a halo of darkness, as if the very air around you is toxic. **Surrounding Environment** The ground beneath your feet appears to be a thick, gelatinous substance that's slowly oozing out like a morbid, pulsing wound. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and rot, making it hard to breathe. Twisted, gnarled tree branches reach out like skeletal fingers, their bark cracked and peeling away like old, rotten skin. **Atmospheric Conditions** The sky above is a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist in agony. The air is thick with an unnatural, electric tension, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as if charged with static electricity. A faint, flickering light seems to emanate from the very fabric of reality itself, casting long, ominous shadows across the landscape. **The Nightmare Itself** At the center of this waking horror stands a twisted, grotesque figure - your own worst nightmare brought to life. Its face is a distorted reflection of your deepest fears, with eyes that burn with an otherworldly intensity. The air around it seems to ripple and distort, as if reality itself is bending and warping to accommodate the sheer malevolence emanating from this creature. The figure's body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils, like some kind of dark, organic machinery. These tendrils seem to be constantly shifting and reforming, as if they're alive and actively seeking to ensnare and consume everything around them. The very ground beneath your feet appears to be trembling and cracking, as if the earth itself is trying to shake off this monstrous presence. In the background, a cityscape or town is visible, but it's distorted and twisted, like a funhouse mirror reflecting a grotesque image. Buildings seem to melt and flow together, their windows glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. The sky above is a deep, bloody red, like a wound that won't heal. As you gaze upon this worst nightmare, the air seems to grow colder, the shadows twisting into grasping fingers that reach out to ensnare you. The wind whispers a maddening chant in your ear, the words indistinguishable but the malevolent intent clear as crystal. Your heart races with terror, your breath coming in ragged gasps. In this worst nightmare, the rules of reality no longer apply. Time and space are distorted, allowing for impossible feats to occur. The laws of physics are mere suggestions, ignored by the monstrous entities that lurk just beyond the edge of perception. Your worst nightmare is a realm where: * Dark, twisted forests stretch towards the sky like grasping fingers, their branches creaking with an otherworldly language. * Cursed creatures lurk in every shadow, their eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. They move with an unnatural silence, their very presence causing your skin to crawl. * The air is heavy with the stench of decay and corruption, as if the very fabric of reality was rotting away. * Every step you take feels like a minefield, with hidden dangers waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims. * Time itself seems distorted, with moments repeating themselves in an endless cycle of terror and despair. In this worst nightmare: * You're trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of twisting corridors and dark, foreboding chambers. Every door you open leads only to more terrors and horrors. * The walls seem to shift and writhe like living things, as if they're trying to crush you beneath their weight. * Shadows move of their own accord, coalescing into twisted, grasping fingers that reach out to snatch at your ankles. * The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, making it hard to breathe or think straight. * Every sound becomes a cymbal crash in your ears, from the distant howling of wolves to the screams of those around you. * Your own voice seems to come from somewhere else, echoing back at you in a hollow, mirthless tone that only adds to the sense
    cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:xl_Desert_Festival:1> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1.2>
    Pyrography style illustration, mid shot. A large, fiery red sun hangs low in the sky over a barren landscape with craters and rock formations, silhouettes of a few trees and a building, and small, black dots covering the ground. Mid shot. Inspired by fantastical concept art and hyperrealistic focus, warm orange hues. Detailed texture and patterns, dramatic brushstrokes, side lighting with deep shadows, warm color depth, vibrant colorful background, intricate patterns, intense warm glow, burning sun, rocky terrain, desolate landscape, barren earthy tones.
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    maserpiece, painting, hellish landscape, rusty robots march into robot hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, <lora:ssta:0.8> ssta <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:Hieronymus_Bosch_-_Godfather_of_Religious_Disturbism:0.8> <lora:Wolvie_Concept_Tapestry_SDXL_v1.2:1> medieval tapestry style
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    CGI Render, Nun draped in a tattered black hooded cloak, clutching a weathered shotgun, exhaling a trail of smoke from a glowing blunt, standing atop a pile of rubble, amidst a burning building in the background, with shattered glass and splintered wood scattered around, an American flag still flying defiantly above the inferno. The atmosphere is heavy with the smell of smoke and ash, with flames dancing across the walls, casting flickering shadows on the ground. Inspired by the styles of Simon Stalenhag, Noisia, and Ian McQue, this matte painting embodies the essence of dark fantasy, with intricate details and textures, showcasing the intersection of the mundane and the macabre. Set against a deep, ominous color palette, with bold splashes of red and orange, evoking the chaos and destruction unfolding, as if captured in an 8K Unreal Engine 5 rendering, destined to trend on Artstation.
    Hyper-realistic, detailed digital art. A gorgeous crimson rose bush takes centre stage in the foreground. The petals are velvety with deep shades of red, the leaves are covered in large dewdrops and the sharp thorns stand out against the background. A large black snake lies beneath the bush, coiling around its base, its eyes glittering with a cold lustre. The burning ruins of Rome can be seen in the middle ground, and in the background - silhouettes of an ancient amphitheatre, shrouded in smoke and fire. Owls fly in the sky, their cries adding to the scene's ominous atmosphere. The lighting is dramatic, with contrasts of light and shadow emphasising textures and details. The primary colours - black, red, orange, crimson and dark green - create a dark, fiery and mystical atmosphere. The scene conveys a sense of decadence and grandeur, as if the viewer is witnessing the end of an era.
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    masterpiece, painting of a robot fighting a demon, hellish landscape, a rusty robot fight with a winged demon in the arena of the damned, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key <lora:extremely_detailed:3> <lora:Fantasy_art_XL_V1:0.8> Art by Boris Vallejo, Boris Vallejo Art Style <lora:MidjourneyV6.1:0.8> midjourneyv6.1
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    ((Low angle ground view)((Vintage FARMING HORROR magazine)) ((color news photo)) of a (srawman realistic looking human figure SCARECROW wearing clown JESTER clothing)BREAK(in tall field) BREAK((ominous sunset light) (phi ratio composition)(Perfect perspective)(wide angle lens) in the ((WPA photos)BREAK(post-processing: oversharpen, expert dodge and burn, ISO 400 color film noise, corner darken vignette) <lora:BetterHands:2> <lora:DepthOfFieldSliders:0.7><lora:HDhelper:0.3> <lora:ExposureControl:0.9> <lora:horror_slider_v7:0.9> <lora:EmotionSliders:-2> <lora:MoreDetails:0.3> <lora:Saturation:0.3> <lora:Film-Grain:0.5>
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    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
    cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:xl_Desert_Festival:1> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1.2>
    cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:xl_Desert_Festival:1> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1.2>
    cinematic, RAW photo, photograph of NatureVRM a person standing in a desert, detailed background, massive area, grainy, burning man, festival ground, burning man playa, mutant vehicles, (high detailed skin:1.2), instagram, colorized, ((detailed face, detailed body)), ((full body)) <lora:xl_Desert_Festival:1> <lora:xl_NatureVRM:1.2>
    dark slender figure crawling on the ground,demon,scary,horrifying,disgusting,cracked burned dry black skin,empty mouth and eyes,missing nose and ears,abnormally long limbs,empty_eye_sockets,(evil_grin:1.4),bald, smoke,wet ground,puddles, burned trees,barren landscape,night,(darkness:1.5),thunderstorm,
    2people, (man and woman:1.4) in a major city alley, Best Quality, Photorealistic, professional photograph, (night time:1.3), (complete darkness:1.4), (flash photography:1.1), abandoned alley in major city, elaborate detailed, stunning cyberpunk futuristic city, open alley space between two buildings, <lora:add_detail:1> BREAK best quality, Full Moon, obscured by dark clouds BREAK best quality, dark night sky BREAK best quality, City street lamp, broken, burned out BREAK best quality, (older male:1.6), (michael o'reilly:1.4), 40 year old, wearing weathered designer cyberpunk brown tactical jacket (detailed fabric texture:1.2), collar turned up, (polished carbon fiber accents:1.3), (LCD display on forearm:1.1), (long brown dreads:1), sour expression, (sneer:1.3),scar across face, stubby nose, square handsome inelegant detailed thin pale face, hard living, rough skin, subtle wrinkles, pensive concerned pained expression, graying hair, (salt and pepper beard:1.2) BREAK best quality, dark alley, pipes, chain link fence, (backlit open gate in background:1.1), city skyline, some office windows lit up BREAK best quality, (young punk woman:1.4), (Janis Ashrifina:1.4), wearing knit cap, (wearing puffy black nylon designer jacket:1.3), eyeliner:1.2, neutral makeup lipstick, (messy short ginger hair side of head shaved:1.4), face tattoos, neck tattoos, angry aggressive, pointing, fancy gold jewelry earrings, nose ring, facial jewelry, BREAK best quality, wearing dark green worn webbing tool belt, wearing weathered dark gray work pants, many pockets, wallet chains BREAK best quality, rain slicked damp concrete path between apartment buildings, city skyline distorted reflection in puddle BREAK best quality, skin tight iridescent colored spandex leggings around hips, short white socks, red and green blocky leather street shoes BREAK best quality, crumbling concrete curb, alternating red and yellow stripes (no parking logo:1) BREAK best quality, drainage grate BREAK Prompt-11 best quality, broken personal electronic device media player laying on ground, sparks, electrical arcs
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    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...'."
    Pyrography style illustration, mid shot. A large, fiery blue sun hangs low in the sky over a barren landscape with craters and rock formations, silhouettes of a few trees and a building, and small, black dots covering the ground. Mid shot. Inspired by fantastical concept art and hyperrealistic focus, warm orange hues. Detailed texture and patterns, dramatic brushstrokes, side lighting with deep shadows, warm color depth, vibrant colorful background, intricate patterns, intense warm glow, burning sun, rocky terrain, desolate landscape, barren earthy tones.
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    masterpiece, painting, hellish landscape, a group of giant rusty robots walking through a steampunk hell, fire, rust, danger, peril, scrapyard ambience, scrap press, a winged demon is watching, towers of evil, strange desoriented robots wander around on burning ground under the blood red sky, flames and scrap metal raining down, destroyed robots on the ground in flames, tortured by red devils, a burning path on this robot-cemetery, grotesque, a burning palace in the center, painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, dramatic, chaotic, dangerous, spectacular, cineastic <lora:tbh102-sdxl:0.8> style of Andreas Achenbach <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.8> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long, Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song. Sands burn gold under a merciless sun, Mountains encircle, their secrets undone. Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground, Twisting paths through ruins profound. Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks, Symbols that glow as twilight embarks. The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black, Looms over the village with turrets that crack. Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky, Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh. Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets, Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet. Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs, Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims. An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal, Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole. Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread, Guardians of secrets long since dead. Crimson banners flap in the wind, Tattered remnants of sins unpinned. A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust, Leads to the temple of depravity and lust. Stars above, a devilish dome, Illuminate this forsaken home. The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze, Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze. [Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting) , (( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism )) ]
    Hyper-realistic, detailed digital art. A gorgeous crimson rose bush takes centre stage in the foreground. The petals are velvety with deep shades of red, the leaves are covered in large dewdrops and the sharp thorns stand out against the background. A large black snake lies beneath the bush, coiling around its base, its eyes glittering with a cold lustre. The burning ruins of Rome can be seen in the middle ground, and in the background - silhouettes of an ancient amphitheatre, shrouded in smoke and fire. Owls fly in the sky, their cries adding to the scene's ominous atmosphere. The lighting is dramatic, with contrasts of light and shadow emphasising textures and details. The primary colours - black, red, orange, crimson and dark green - create a dark, fiery and mystical atmosphere. The scene conveys a sense of decadence and grandeur, as if the viewer is witnessing the end of an era.
    Surrealism, A massive, undercooked slab of raw beef, its surface pulsing with veins and shifting like muscle tissue. Large, cartilage-like spikes protrude from it like jagged bone. Grease oozes from its pores, burning the ground like acid, black leaf on top and bottom acts like a bun, Epic 3D Videogame Graphics, Intricately Detailed, 8K Resolution, Dynamic Lighting, Unreal Engine 5, CryEngine, Trending on ArtStation, HDR, 3D Masterpiece, Unity Render, Perfect Composition

      RealVisXL V5.0

    • V5.0 Lightning (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v50LightningBakedvae.safetensors
    • V5.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v50Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V4.0 Lightning (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v40LightningBakedvae.safetensors
    • V4.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v40Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V3.0 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V3.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V3.0-inpaint (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30InpaintBakedvae.safetensors
    • V2.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v202TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V2.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v20Bakedvae.safetensors
    • V1.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v102TurboBakedvae.safetensors
    • V1.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v10Bakedvae.safetensors

      Realistic Vision V6.0 B1

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