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    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    the otherworldly wind evokes mysticism and a sense of unreality of what is happening, the atmosphere of a nightmare prophetic dream, place of eternal emptiness, a dark empty space with a dimly lit dead otherworldly green-blue light in the center, Ukrainian warrior, Cossack, with two crossed sabers in his hands, bare torso, wide trousers, wide belt, leather boots with pointed toes turned up, sullen threatening look from under his brows, drooping head, long moustache, bald head, long lock of hair on the very top of his head, prominent face, sharp cheekbones, thin but strong man, leather belts, flintlock pistol on his belt and glass bottle with yellow glowing sparkling ether, around the bottle luminous volumetric clouds of etheric vapors swirl and curl into spirals, sparkling particles of ethereal particles dance in the air, illuminating the warrior with a warm light, an eerie and mystical atmosphere, anxiety and deep horror, (a dark, almost black background in which an evil presence lurks, a barely discernible silhouette of a chthonic evil monster god in the darkness in the background, in the darkness behind the old man one can guess barely distinguishable balls of giant tangled tentacles, wet terrible flesh,)
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    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
    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 )) ]
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), 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 )) ]
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    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 )) ]
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
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    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), 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 )) ]
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism ))
    paranormal Photograph of ((a desolate landscape of twisted, blackened trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like skeletal fingers towards a blood-red sky, a gathering storm brews, above everything a swirling vortex of shadow and mist materializes, its edges tinged with an eerie purple glow. Within the vortex, spectral figures twist and contort, their forms shifting between ethereal and grotesque. They seem to be locked in eternal torment, their hollow eyes staring out with a malevolent intensity. Lightning crackles across the sky, illuminating the scene with jagged bursts of electric blue. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn asunder by the presence of these unholy arial phantasms)), BREAK, ((Award winning multiple exposure long exposure photograph), (Getty Images quality photograph), (photographed with Sony Alpha a7R IV using narrow aperture f/16, low ISO, and low shutter speed) , perfect composition, intricately detailed, very detailed background scenery, (eye-catching angles), (attention capturing lighting), perfect photograph, (gritty realism themed), 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 )) ]
    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 )) ]

      RealVisXL V5.0

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    • 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

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    • 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