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    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, 1girl (desirable young woman:1.1) punk russian, blue eyes, fair skin, tall,, wearing a distressed plaid shirt tied at the waist over a vintage rock band tank top,ripped acid wash jeans, metallic silver hair, messy space buns hair with shave sides, studded biker boots, __cf-punk/accessories__,smudged eyeliner, sleeping, sitting with elbows on knees, proud,heart tail, in a gritty punk-inspired bus, featuring a converted bus interior adorned with torn leather seats, safety-pinned upholstery, and graffiti-covered walls, Riders navigate through the urban landscape, surrounded by the raw energy and DIY spirit of the punk movement, at night, Masterpiece,best quality, photorealistic, amazing quality, very aesthetic, extremely detailed face
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, echo image, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in a community, cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    ral-neotlns, feudal Silk Road style, amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, UHD, dof, hyper-realism, majestic, subsurface scattering, awesome, inspiring, A gritty Grindhouse film still inspired by "Death Proof": A muscular, athletic woman in reflective shiny translucent Armor Made of technical parts, cyberpunk cables and wires, stands in the wind of a dusty desert in front of a Large fresh grave. holds an old, impressively large translucent heart shaped axe and shield in his hand, exuding a laid-back yet dangerous vibe. The photo features faded colors, with a limited palette of gray, beige, and washed-out blueish orange, capturing her cool, striking appearance.. cinematic composition, soft shadows, national geographic style,
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    comic comic grainy textured illustration Picture a retro, textured portrait of a jazz musician lost in the throes of musical passion. The musician, a saxophonist, stands alone on a dimly lit stage, eyes closed, as they pour their heart and soul into their instrument. The stage is small and intimate, with a brick wall backdrop and a few scattered spotlights casting a warm, amber glow. The illustration should have a gritty, textured appearance, with visible brush strokes and a nostalgic, vintage feel. <lora:grainy-v1:0.5> . graphic illustration, comic art, graphic novel art, vibrant, highly detailed, graphic illustration, comic art, graphic novel art, vibrant, highly detailed
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in a community, cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    comic comic grainy textured illustration Picture a retro, textured portrait of a jazz musician lost in the throes of musical passion. The musician, a saxophonist, stands alone on a dimly lit stage, eyes closed, as they pour their heart and soul into their instrument. The stage is small and intimate, with a brick wall backdrop and a few scattered spotlights casting a warm, amber glow. The illustration should have a gritty, textured appearance, with visible brush strokes and a nostalgic, vintage feel. <lora:grainy-v1:0.5> . graphic illustration, comic art, graphic novel art, vibrant, highly detailed, graphic illustration, comic art, graphic novel art, vibrant, highly detailed
    In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Rosaline plots, with a gleam in her eye. Her heart consumed by envy's flame, As she schemes to play a deadly game. With whispers sweet, she lures him near, Romeo, lost in love's veneer. Her siren song, a melody of deceit, As she leads him to his fateful defeat. Through moonlit streets, they wander on, Unaware of the curse that's drawn. Rosaline's magick, dark and deep, A web of lies, for love to reap. At Juliet's door, they finally stand, A pawn in Rosaline's wicked hand. She bids them enter, with a smile so sly, Knowing the curse will soon comply. In Juliet's embrace, Romeo falls, While Rosaline watches, from the walls. The curse unleashed, its power dire, Consuming them all, in flames of fire. As the smoke clears, and ashes fall, Rosaline stands, the last to recall. Her plan fulfilled, her fortune secure, But in her heart, a darkness pure. For in the game of love and lust, Rosaline's victory turns to dust. Her soul consumed by greed's cruel art, A prisoner of her own black heart! gritty , black-magick themed, cinematic politucal thriller, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in a community, cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the shadowy village where darkness reigns, Houses loom tall, with eerie remains. Gothic facades, with windows aglow, Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow. Each house tells a tale of terror and woe, With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow. But amidst the horror, one house stands plain, A normal facade, devoid of strain. Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight, But within its walls, a chilling sight. For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells, A horror unseen, in the depths it compels. While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries, The true terror lurks, behind human eyes. For in the house that seems so mundane, Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain. So beware the normal, in a village of fear, For the true horror lies, where the humans leer. In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare, In the house that seems, like it doesn't care. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in a community, cinematic, unexpected psychological twist, surrealist, echo image, sidelit, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, indigenous echo image, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism
    In the stillness of the land, where whispers fade to mist, A somber shadow lingers, where the lost ones gently kissed. Their names upon the wind, like petals softly tossed, In memory they linger, their absence never lost. Through the rivers' gentle flow, and the mountains' silent cry, Their spirits dance in moonlight, beneath the endless sky. Though taken from this earth, their presence still remains, In every leaf that rustles, in every gentle refrain. We honor their existence, their stories left unsaid, With solemn hearts we gather, to remember those who've bled. On this MMIW awareness day, we must vow to never rest, Until every missing sister finds her soul, justice and truth caressed. gritty , themes of unsettling contrast in community, cinematic sadness and hope, echo image, cinematic photograph, noise offset, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> , Getty Images quality photograph , double exposure, multiple-exposure photograph, UHD, experimental lighting, experimental angles, strong fisheye-lens/ intense fisheye-view photograph, intricately detailed, very detailed background, realisticvision-negative-embedding, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism

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