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    embedding:urn:air:sd1:embedding:civitai:222256@250708, roxie_XXX_lovesick, fully dressed in fashionable clothing out for a walk in the park with her dog - she wear sunglasses and is dressed in a very comfy, warm and stylish coat. she is color coordinated and very stylized also having matching boots. she looks like the coolest girl ever to walk the earth and nothing can stop her. she has rainbow dreadlocks and a pitbull who looks adorable on a leach. her skin is so pale it looks white as snow and she has tattoos and fantastic ear jewellery made of both ear tunnels and big hoop earrings threaded through.
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown All of us are done for And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Bones, sinking like stones All that we fought for And homes, places we've grown All of us are done for (done for) And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world And we live in a beautiful world Yeah, we do, yeah, we do We live in a beautiful world Oh, all that I know There's nothing here to run from 'Cause yeah, everybody here's Got somebody to lean on So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention, do you? I know you don't listen to me 'Cause you say you see straight through me Don't you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care Oh, did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So you know how much I need you But you never even see me do you? And is this my final chance of getting you? But on and on From the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Just to see if you care, if you care Did you want me to change? Well I'd change for good And I want you to know that you'll always get your way And I wanted to say Don't you shiver Don't you shiver I'll sing it loud and clear I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you Yeah I'll always be waiting for you For you, I will always be waiting And it's you I see But you don't see me And it's you, I hear So loud and so clear I sing it loud and clear And I'll always be waiting for you So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention And you know how much I need you But you never even see me I awake to find no peace of mind I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here" "Where I cannot see so clear?" I said, "What do I know?" "Show me the right way to go" And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies I awake to see that no one is free We're all fugitives, look at the way we live down here I cannot sleep from fear, no I said, "Which way do I turn?" Oh, I forget everything I learn And the spies came out of the water And you're feeling so bad 'cause you know That the spies hide out in every corner But you can't touch them, no 'Cause they're all spies They're all spies And if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And if we don't hide now They're gonna catch us where we sleep Ah, and if we don't hide here They're gonna find us And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so good 'cause you know That those spies hide out in every corner They can't touch you, no 'Cause they're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies They're just spies Did I drive you away? I know what you'll say You say, "Oh, sing one we know" But I promise you this I'll always look out for you Yeah, that's what I'll do I say, "Ohh" I say, "Ohh" My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to Yeah, that's what I do And I know, I was wrong But I won't let you down Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will I said, "Ohh" I cry, "Ohh" Yeah, I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks And I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks Sing it out Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do Oh no, I see A spider web is tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I'd said Oh no, what's this? A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run The thought of all the stupid things I've done And I, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well if I ever caused you trouble Oh no, I never meant to do you harm Oh no, I see A spider web and it's me in the middle So I twist and turn Here am I in my little bubble Singing out, I never meant to cause you trouble And I, I never meant to do you wrong And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm They spun a web for me They spun a web for me They spun a web for me In a haze, a stormy haze I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always, always Here I am, and I'll take my time Here I am, and I'll wait in the line always, always Can anybody fly this thing Before my head explodes or my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? Can anybody stop this thing Before my head explodes, before my head starts to ring? We've been living life inside a bubble We've been living life inside a bubble Confidence in you Is confidence in me? Is confidence in a higher speed? In high speed High speed High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed, you on High speed I want to live life and never be cruel And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life and always be true And I want to live life and be good to you And I want to fly and never come down And live my life and have friends around We never change, do we? No, no We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy Oh, and I don't have a soul to save Yes, and I sin every single day We never change, do we? We never learn, do we? So I want to live in a wooden house Where making more friends would be easy I want to live where the sun comes out When I counted up my demons Saw there was one for every day With the good ones on my shoulders I drove the other ones away So if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost When you thought that it was over You could feel it all around And everybody's out to get you Don't you let it drag you down 'Cause if you ever feel neglected And if you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost If you ever feel neglected If you think that all is lost I'll be counting up my demons, yeah Hoping everything's not lost Singing out oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Everything's not lost So come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Sing out, yeah Oh, oh, yeah Come on, yeah And everything's not lost Come on, yeah Oh, oh yeah Sing out, yeah And everything's not lost Now I never meant to do you wrong That's what I came here to say But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry I don't let it stand in our way 'Cause my head just aches when I think of The things that I shouldn't have done But life is for living, we all know And I don't want to live it alone Sing out, ah ah Sing ah ah ah And just sing ah ah ah ah ah<lora:wegg:1.0>
    Realistic photograph, The scene captured by the Sony A7IV with a 20mm G Master lens set at a wide aperture of F1.5 unfolds with haunting beauty, Superia 400, professional lighting, bokeh, depth of field, shadows, back light, grainy, extremely detailed, Dark high contrast light, relax, nothing is under control, the atmosphere is quiet and serene and tranquil, with deep lonely and invoking some feelings,
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Warriors Fighting against skeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a hyperpunk scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    best quality, masterpiece, 4k, UHD, 404, cartoon head of excited man coming out of a black circle, looking at camera, Jack Nicholson <lora:j4ckn1ck_jack_nicholson:1>, 20 years old man, evil smile, beautiful detailed eyes, <lora:DetailedEyes_V3:1>, intricate details, high details, sharp image, highres, best quality, Here's nothing!, text at the bottom that says (("Here's nothing!")), brick wall in the background
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 18th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    cinematic photo shirtless woman, from the side, with shoulder length brunette hair, sitting on the back of her couch in her studio apartment, wearing overalls and nothing else, smiling at the viewer, beautiful perfect eyes . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed <lora:Vintage_Street_Photo:1> <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, colored 66mm film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
    What a fascinating and unsettling topic! Here's a detailed image prompt to help inspire your artistic creation: **Title:** "The Toothless Terror" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at midnight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. **Main Subject:** A figure, shrouded in shadows, stands at the center of the composition. This figure is none other than the artist themselves, but with a twist: they have lost all their teeth. Yes, you read that right – every single tooth has vanished, leaving behind a gruesome, gaping maw. **Expression:** The facial expression on this toothless terror should convey a mix of horror, desperation, and despair. Eyes wide with fear, the artist's gaze is fixed upon something just out of frame (perhaps a reflection in a nearby stream or a distant, glowing light). **Surroundings:** The forest floor is littered with discarded dental appliances – dentures, fillings, and even fragments of tooth enamel. Twisted, gnarled tree roots writhe like skeletal fingers, while the branches above are shrouded in mist, casting long, ominous shadows. **Visual motifs:** 1. **Toothbrushes**: Several toothbrushes, worn out and covered in rust, lie scattered about, as if they'd been used to scrub away at the missing teeth. 2. **Dental equipment**: A rusty old dental chair or a broken scale hangs from a branch, like some macabre ornament. 3. **Fearful faces**: Faces of people with gaping toothless mouths stare out from the misty trees, their eyes sunken and fearful. 4. **Missing teeth**: Individual teeth float in mid-air, as if they'd been plucked from the mouths of those staring faces. Some are stained with blood or dirt, while others glow eerily in the dark. 5. **Darkness**: The overall atmosphere is one of foreboding darkness, punctuated only by the faint glows of the missing teeth and the distant hum of an unseen, unsettling presence. Here's a detailed image prompt for your nightmare: **Composition:** Imagine a dense, misty forest, with twisted tree branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. The ground is dry, cracked earth, like the mouth of some ancient, long-abandoned well. In the center of this eerie scene, a lone figure stands, its face a grotesque parody of a human visage. **The Figure:** This figure has a distorted, elongated head, with eyes that seem to be staring directly into your soul. Its skin is deathly pale, with dark veins visible beneath the surface. The most striking feature, however, is the absence of teeth – the figure's mouth is a gaping, toothless void, like an open grave. **The Teeth:** Scattered throughout the forest floor are hundreds of tiny, gleaming white teeth, each one perfectly preserved and eerily uniform in size and shape. They seem to be staring up at the figure, as if trying to reattach themselves to its gums. The teeth are arranged in a deliberate pattern, like a macabre puzzle or a demented game board. **The Background:** The forest surrounding the figure is dark, twisted, and alive with movement. Twisted tree roots writhe across the ground like snakes, while gnarled branches grasp for the air above like skeletal fingers. The sky above is a deep, bloody red, as if the very heavens themselves are bleeding in response to the figure's dental despair. **Additional Details:** * The figure's face is gaunt and sunken, with dark circles under its eyes that seem to be sucking in the light around it. * Its mouth is a twisted, toothless gash, with the gums pulled back like a maw of hunger. * A faint, eerie glow emanates from the space where its teeth should be, as if some malevolent force is lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. * The air around the figure seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted by its dental distress. * In the background, subtle hints of decay and neglect can be seen: a cracked mirror, a stained sink, a discarded toothbrush. These details should whisper "abandon" and "neglect", emphasizing the figure's deep-seated fear of losing control over their own bodily autonomy. **Image Prompt:** "A Nightmare About Missing Teeth" **Scene:** A dimly lit, rundown bathroom with peeling wallpaper and a cracked mirror above the sink. The air is thick with an eerie, unsettling energy. **The Figure:** A humanoid form (perhaps with some grotesque features) sits slumped over the sink, their face contorted in a mix of despair and horror. Their mouth hangs open, revealing... nothing. Where teeth should be, there's only a vast, empty space, like a void or a crater. The skin around the missing teeth is red and inflamed, with tiny rivulets of blood trickling down. **Additional Elements:** * A single tooth, small and yellowed, lies on the edge of the sink, as if it had fallen out during a desperate attempt to retrieve the rest. * A half-empty tube of toothpaste sits beside the figure's hand, its label worn off, revealing only faint, faded lettering. * The walls of the room are covered in cobwebs and dusty old photographs, their subjects' faces blurred or torn away, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling. * A faint, flickering light emanates from a nearby lamp, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Its shade is askew, like it's been knocked off-kilter by some unseen force. * The air is thick with an unsettling, acrid scent – a mix of decay and dentist's office disinfectant – that makes your skin crawl. * In the center of the room, a decrepit old mirror hangs, its glass cracked and reflecting nothing but darkness. But on its surface, tiny, taunting whispers seem to be etched: "You'll never get them back... never get them back..." * The protagonist stands in front of this mirror, their reflection warped and distorted, as if their very identity is crumbling along with their teeth. * Their mouth is open in a silent scream, revealing a gaping void where their teeth once were. A faint outline of what used to be their pearly whites can still be seen, like the ghostly remnants of a forgotten smile. * The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly hum, as if the very essence of their dental despair is drawing in all the lost and missing teeth from across the universe. * A swirling vortex of toothy terror begins to form at their feet, like a maelstrom of dental despair. The teeth that are sucked into this abyss appear to be warped and twisted, reflecting the darkest fears and anxieties of the dreamer's subconscious. In the distance, a cityscape looms, its buildings and streets crumbling and decaying, as if they too were suffering from some sort of tooth-related affliction. The skies above are a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, like the glow of a dentist's drill in the midst of a painful procedure. The dreamer finds themselves standing at the edge of this surreal landscape, their own reflection staring back at them from a broken mirror. But it's not just any ordinary reflection - their teeth are missing, leaving only gaping holes and a sense of utter vulnerability. As they reach up to touch their face, their fingers seem to fade away, replaced by wispy tendrils of dental floss that writhe and twist like snakes. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to rot and crumble around them. In the background, a cityscape looms, its skyscrapers twisted into grotesque parodies of their former selves - giant molars with jagged, tooth-like protrusions that seem to leer down at the dreamer like cruel sentinels. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. The dreamer's own eyes are sunken and wild, their pupils dilated into tiny black holes that seem to suck in all the light around them. Their skin is deathly pale, with dark circles under their eyes like two black ravens perched on their cheeks. Their mouth, of course, is the focal point of this hellish vision: a gaping maw filled with nothing but empty space and jagged gums that seem to be screaming in agony. The dreamer's tongue lolls out like a limp, useless thing, as if it too has been ravaged by some malevolent force. In the background, dark shapes loom like twisted tree branches or grasping fingers, their outlines starkly defined against a sickly yellow-green glow that seems to seep from the very walls of the dreamer's own mouth. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rotting flesh, as if something ancient and malevolent has taken up residence in this abyss. The teeth themselves are nowhere to be found - not even a single stray tooth remains to mar the otherwise flawless gums. It's as if they've been swallowed whole by some monstrous entity, leaving behind only the faintest hint of their former presence: a lingering sense of discomfort and unease that refuses to dissipate. In this waking nightmare, every attempt to find or replace the missing teeth seems futile - the dreamer's efforts are thwarted at every turn by an unseen force that revels in their terror. The more they struggle, the more elusive the truth becomes, until all that's left is a maddening sense of disorientation
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    A headless woman sitting in a chair in a classroom with her disembodied head on a desk, (headless: 1.8), <lora:xl_disembodied_v2:1.8>, (masterpiece), solo, skinny, petite, best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face, Native American girl, a photograph of a young woman, disembodied head on a desk, classroom desk, tanned skin, straight hair, brown hair, brown eyes, tanktop, cleavage, denim jeans, shoulders visible, smiling, looking at viewer, sitting, classroom, people in the background, (nothing above neck: 1.2), wide shot,
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    Realistic photograph, The scene captured by the Sony A7IV with a 20mm G Master lens set at a wide aperture of F1.5 unfolds with haunting beauty, Superia 400, professional lighting, bokeh, depth of field, shadows, back light, grainy, extremely detailed, Dark high contrast light, relax, nothing is under control, the atmosphere is quiet and serene and tranquil, with deep lonely and invoking some feelings,
    embedding:urn:air:sd1:embedding:civitai:222256@250708, roxie_XXX_lovesick, fully dressed in fashionable clothing out for a walk in the park with her dog - she wear sunglasses and is dressed in a very comfy, warm and stylish coat. she is color coordinated and very stylized also having matching boots. she looks like the coolest girl ever to walk the earth and nothing can stop her. she has rainbow dreadlocks and a pitbull who looks adorable on a leach. her skin is so pale it looks white as snow and she has tattoos and fantastic ear jewellery made of both ear tunnels and big hoop earrings threaded through.
    embedding:urn:air:sd1:embedding:civitai:222256@250708, roxie_XXX_lovesick, fully dressed in fashionable clothing out for a walk in the park with her dog - she wear sunglasses and is dressed in a very comfy, warm and stylish coat. she is color coordinated and very stylized also having matching boots. she looks like the coolest girl ever to walk the earth and nothing can stop her. she has rainbow dreadlocks and a pitbull who looks adorable on a leach. her skin is so pale it looks white as snow and she has tattoos and fantastic ear jewellery made of both ear tunnels and big hoop earrings threaded through.
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Necromancers Fighting against a army ofskeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a death scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    embedding:urn:air:sd1:embedding:civitai:222256@250708, roxie_XXX_lovesick, fully dressed in fashionable clothing out for a walk in the park with her dog - she wear sunglasses and is dressed in a very comfy, warm and stylish coat. she is color coordinated and very stylized also having matching boots. she looks like the coolest girl ever to walk the earth and nothing can stop her
    A headless woman sitting in a chair in a classroom with her disembodied head on a desk, (headless: 2.0), <lora:xl_disembodied_v2:1.8>, (masterpiece), solo, skinny, petite, best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face, Native American girl, a photograph of a young woman, disembodied head on a desk, classroom desk, tanned skin, straight hair, brown hair, brown eyes, tanktop, cleavage, denim jeans, shoulders visible, smiling, looking at viewer, sitting, classroom, people in the background, (nothing above neck: 1.2), wide shot,
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    embedding:urn:air:sd1:embedding:civitai:222256@250708, roxie_XXX_lovesick, fully dressed in fashionable clothing out for a walk in the park with her dog - she wear sunglasses and is dressed in a very comfy, warm and stylish coat. she is color coordinated and very stylized also having matching boots. she looks like the coolest girl ever to walk the earth and nothing can stop her. she has rainbow dreadlocks and a pitbull who looks adorable on a leach. her skin is so pale it looks white as snow and she has tattoos and fantastic ear jewellery made of both ear tunnels and big hoop earrings threaded through.
    RAW photo, A giant mini cooper with no license plate in a large field with nothing but the car and the human with a small adult human, about 1/8 of the car's size looking up at it from below, (high detailed skin:1.2), 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Necromancers Fighting against a army ofskeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a death scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 17th century very transparent simple thin cotton shirt, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    RAW photo, A giant mini cooper with no license plate in a large field with nothing but the car and the human with a small adult human, about 1/8 of the car's size looking up at it from in front of the car, (high detailed skin:1.2), 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3
    (((( I opened the window. The sky was covered in black, gloomy clouds. And then I noticed that all the houses began to smolder, the concrete smouldered, everything turned to ashes. A sharp sound rang out and I noticed a creature that looked like nothing, its head touched the sky, its body was black and short, and its legs and arms seemed to have no end. And whatever this monster didn't touch, everything was smoldering. ))))
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, chest see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 17th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Warriors Fighting against skeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a hyperpunk scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, chest see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 18th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    cinematic photo shirtless woman, from the side, with shoulder length brunette hair, sitting on the back of her couch in her studio apartment, wearing overalls and nothing else, smiling at the viewer, beautiful perfect eyes . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed <lora:Vintage_Street_Photo:1> <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or a dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there's not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Now the world is gone, I'm just one Oh God, help me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, help me Darkness imprisoning me All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell Landmine has taken my sight Taken my speech Taken my hearing Taken my arms Taken my legs Taken my soul Left me with life in hell, Close up shot, blood and gore:1.3, masterpiece:1.3, best quality:1.3, hires:1.3, top quality:1.3, absurd raytracing, intricately detailed, 8k, UHD, Rembrandt lighting:1.3, lense flare, dynamic lighting:1.3, dynamic detail:1.3, dramatic haunting realism, Skull and bones, roses, Perfect face, perfect.anatomy
    In the boundless void of a forgotten corner of the universe, where the stars themselves seemed to shudder in fear, a lone astronaut, a traveler of time, drifted into the abyss. His journey had taken him through eons and across the fabric of reality itself, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that now loomed before him. Emerging from the inky blackness, Cthulhu, the cosmic entity of terror, stirred, its massive, otherworldly form defying all comprehension. Tentacles writhed and undulated, each movement sending ripples through the void, and its eyes, dark and unfathomable, locked onto the astronaut with a malevolent intelligence. The air grew thick with an ancient, oppressive dread, and the astronaut felt his mind teetering on the brink of madness. In the presence of such incomprehensible horror, the very essence of his being seemed insignificant. As Cthulhu's dreadful form drew closer, the astronaut's final shred of sanity slipped away, leaving him adrift in the unending nightmare of the cosmos.
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    Create a high-resolution digital illustration of a confident woman with short, black curly hair styled elegantly. She wears bold orange eye makeup and dark lipstick, paired with a black blazer with nothing underneath showing ample cleavage and a choker necklace adorned with roses and layered chains. The background features an aged, textured collage of vintage newspaper clippings, adding a touch of historical depth to the scene. The overall style should be a blend of realism and artistic illustration, emphasizing fine details and a striking, bold atmosphere BREAK Dark theme, dynamic lighting, (soft shadows), (soft focus), (photo realistic), uhd, 8k
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Warriors Fighting against skeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a hyperpunk scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, chest see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt, (completely unbuttoned:1.5), (totally opened:1.5), huge breasts, hard nipples, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    cinematic photo shirtless woman, from the side, with shoulder length brunette hair, sitting on the back of her couch in her studio apartment, wearing overalls and nothing else, smiling at the viewer, beautiful perfect eyes . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed <lora:Vintage_Street_Photo:1> <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
    cinematic photo, best quality, Shaquille O'Neal wearing a zeybek with a sword, in The Forest of Mirrors: A place where reality is distorted and nothing is as it seems, 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed <lora:add_detail:1> <lora:EgeErkek-10 (3):1>
    Nothing to stop this being the best day ever Nothing to keep us from where we should be I wanted the world but you knew better And that all we have is immorality Don't close your eyes Love and love is all we have left A baby cries on a doorstep Love is all we have left Love and love is all we have left You argue because you can't accept Love is all we have left Now you're at the other end of the telescope Seven billion stars in her eyes So many stars So many ways of seeing Hey this is no time not to be alive Love and love is all we have left A baby cries on a doorstep Love is all we have left Love and love is all we have left The only thing that can be kept Love is all we have left<lora:wegg:1.0>
    A headless woman sitting in a chair in a classroom with her disembodied head on a desk, (headless: 2.0), <lora:xl_disembodied_v2:1.8>, (masterpiece), solo, skinny, petite, best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face, Native American girl, a photograph of a young woman, disembodied head on a desk, classroom desk, tanned skin, straight hair, brown hair, brown eyes, tanktop, cleavage, denim jeans, shoulders visible, smiling, looking at viewer, sitting, classroom, people in the background, (nothing above neck: 1.2), wide shot,
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    girl sitting in the middle of nothing,soft lighting,soft shade,red,black,detailed,Canon EOS 5D ,Blondelong
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (fantasy pirate female) Straddling a massive cannon, a dangerously seductive pirate stares down her next victim, her muscular, sun-kissed body slick with sweat and sea spray. Her wild, dark auburn hair is tied in loose braids, framing her sharp, angular face. The only thing covering her is a black leather harness strapped tightly around her chest, just barely concealing her full breasts. Her lower half is clad in nothing but a thin strip of cloth hanging between her legs, held up by a thick gun belt loaded with bullets and blades. She licks her lips as she grips the cannon’s fuse, ready to unleash destruction. The chaos of battle rages behind her, but she remains calm, collected, and impossibly alluring. ((cinematic photo, volumetric lighting, cinematic lighting, aesthetic design, high angle, dramatic framing, cinematic framing, unique artistic composition, hight reflection)), (maximum ultra-high definition image quality and rendering:3), maximum image detail, maximum realistic rendering, (beautiful face), (full-length)
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Necromancers Fighting against a army ofskeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a death scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 17th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Warriors Fighting against skeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a hyperpunk scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    Create a high-resolution digital illustration of a confident woman with short, black curly hair styled elegantly. She wears bold orange eye makeup and dark lipstick, paired with a black blazer with nothing underneath showing ample cleavage and a choker necklace adorned with roses and layered chains. The background features an aged, textured collage of vintage newspaper clippings, adding a touch of historical depth to the scene. The overall style should be a blend of realism and artistic illustration, emphasizing fine details and a striking, bold atmosphere BREAK Dark theme, dynamic lighting, (soft shadows), (soft focus), (photo realistic), uhd, 8k
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    (a beautiful woman), from (The Forest of Mirrors: A place where reality is distorted and nothing is as it seems) , riding (Giant Hornet),ultra realistic, nude:1.0, style of walker evans , shot with Nikon Z7 II Mirrorless Camera , shiny glossy skin, ,<lora:PinkNipples:0.4>, <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8>,film grain,natural blonde spiked hair hair,
    RAW photo, A pineapple made of white marble falling off of a wooden table in the middle of a field with nothing else but the table and the pineapple, the pineapple is cracked and partially shattered with small chips in mid-air falling down, (high detailed skin:1.2), 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3
    Upsurge of Workload Identities For the better part of the past two decades, identities within the corporate world have largely been viewed through the lens of the user. And why wouldn’t that be the case? Once we cleared the days of nuisance attacks whose goals were nothing more than disruption, cybercrime got more professional, calculated, and financially motivated – and the No. 1 adversary objective became human identities, which proved easy to fool and enable access and allow malicious hackers to not only infiltrate a target, but elevate privileges once inside so they can inflict maximum harm. While identity-based attacks are still very prominent – and have largely focused on the individual – a gradual shift toward targeting non-human identities is occurring, and this is only expected to become more pronounced. That’s because workload identities are running laps around human identities, outnumbering them by as many as 45:1. The push toward distributed microservices, SaaS services, and automation within the modern enterprise means more systems and services need to interact without human intervention. This necessity demands more credentials for workload-to-workload communication, expanding the potential attack surface. Modern IT architectures, including cloud, microservices, and containerized environments, are inherently complex. Each service or microservice requires credentials to communicate with other services.. This transformation is not without its consequences, setting in motion a series of cascading effects: The velocity and scale at which new workloads are deployed are escalating → Consequently, the frequency of workload-targeted attacks is on the rise → This surge exposes a critical gap: the lack or makeshift nature of tools to effectively counteract these threats. Such developments raise pivotal questions about an organization's capacity to safeguard its operations, fulfill customer expectations, and comply with regulations, requirements, and standards. So, how are our workload identities growing at such mind-boggling rates? dataviz style, black and white network data visualization with orange and purple color grading in the shape of person icons waiting in line, masterpiece , hyper detailed, unreal engine, dark red tones, stars, point cloud, luminous light effects <lora:dataviz_style_xl_v1:1>
    embedding:urn:air:sd1:embedding:civitai:222256@250708, roxie_XXX_lovesick, fully dressed in fashionable clothing out for a walk in the park with her dog - she wear sunglasses and is dressed in a very comfy, warm and stylish coat. she is color coordinated and very stylized also having matching boots. she looks like the coolest girl ever to walk the earth and nothing can stop her. she has rainbow dreadlocks and a pitbull who looks adorable on a leach. her skin is so pale it looks white as snow and she has tattoos and fantastic ear jewellery made of both ear tunnels and big hoop earrings threaded through.
    Completely Helm's fall absolutely nothing, pure black, detailed, but the Lord of the Rings of life are rising, FastNegativeV2, ral-dissolve,(James Ensor,Unica Zurn,Zdzislaw Beksinki:1.25), Skeletons,Weeping statues, Paranormal,Apparition, (Metallics:1.1), (Shape:1.1), (Monotyping:1.1), (Strobe light:1.2), Stone, Rhombus, ultra detailed, intricate, oil on canvas, dry brush, (surrealism:1.1), (disturbing:1.1) <lora:khorne:0.7> <lora:methurlant:0.5> Necromancers Fighting against a army ofskeletons, ruins everywhere, mages flying behind creating a death scene with desaturated translucent DARK Red and beige details, colorful (polaroid:0.7) with vibrant colors, (vacations, high resolution:1.3), (small, selective focus, european film:1.2), (sexual advance:1.1), ,end of hopes ,silence, extremely detailed,dark,sad, easynegative, digital artwork by Beksinski, extremely detailed, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key,in the style of Kelly Slater ,style by Kelly Slater
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    Sunday Monday happy days Tuesday Wednesday happy days Thursday Friday happy days Saturday what a day Rockin' all week for you These days are Won't you be mine These days are Oh please be mine Hello sunshine goodbye rain She's wearin' my school ring on her chain She's my steady I'm her man I'm gonna love her all I can These days are Won't you be mine These days are Oh please be mine Gonna cruise her around the town Show everybody what I found Rock and roll with all my friends Hopin' the music never ends These days are Won't you be mine These days are Oh please be mine Sunday Monday happy days Tuesday Wednesday happy days Thursday Friday happy days Saturday what a day Rockin' all week for you These days are Won't you be mine These days are Oh please be mine Goodbye grey sky hello blue 'Cause nothing can hold me when I hold you Feel so right can't be wrong A-rockin' and rollin' all week long These days are Won't you be mine These days are Oh please be mine Hello sunshine goodbye rain She's wearing my school ring on her chain She's my steady I'm her man Now I'm gonna love her all I can These days are Won't you be mine These days are Oh please be mine These happy days are yours and mine Won't you be mine These happy days are yours and mine Oh please be mine These happy days are yours and mine
    ral-rndrps, Raindrops keep fallin' on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes Will soon be turnin' red Crying's not for me 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain By complainin' Because I'm free Nothing's worryin' me,<lora:ral-rndrps-sdxl:1>, fun vibe, bright pastel colors
    dark or gloomy setting, sense of depth and intrigue, digital brushstrokes, ((portrait of face and bust): 1.3) ((looks at viewer)) The white mask and red hoodie are her most distinctive features. Her black hair peeking out from under her mask adds personality to her hidden personality. This Shy Guys-inspired mysterious figure blends into the shadows in his red hoodie and white mask, revealing nothing but a pair of hollow eye sockets. Her black hair peeks out slightly from underneath her mask, giving a slight hint of the person underneath. Although she remains silent, her deft movements reveal a cautious but curious nature, as if she is always observing the world from behind a mask.
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    Create a high-resolution digital illustration of a confident woman with short, black curly hair styled elegantly. She wears bold orange eye makeup and dark lipstick, paired with a black blazer with nothing underneath showing ample cleavage and a choker necklace adorned with roses and layered chains. The background features an aged, textured collage of vintage newspaper clippings, adding a touch of historical depth to the scene. The overall style should be a blend of realism and artistic illustration, emphasizing fine details and a striking, bold atmosphere BREAK Dark theme, dynamic lighting, (soft shadows), (soft focus), (photo realistic), uhd, 8k
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, colored 66mm film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, chest see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,
    In the heart of existence, gears churn, An endless grind, a symphony of flux, Each thread a motor in the vast machine, Spinning dreams and nightmares in shadow. Wheels of fate turn with meticulous grace, Teeth interlocking, patterns profound, Within this dance lies a cruel embrace, Every motion bears the weight of wounds. Levers shift shapes, their purpose mutable, A rod, a beam, a fulcrum’s deceitful guise, Adaptation’s face, forever disputable, In ceaseless churn where functions lie. Nothing static in this mechanical sea, No form eternal, no state preserved, In change’s crucible, we cease to be, Remade and reshaped, our edges curved. Touch balance, court disaster’s face, A whisper too soft, a force too dire, In breach of harmony, machine's pace, Grinding souls in its unyielding fire. Excess and dearth, twin agents of demise, What saves today may ruin tomorrow, Gears’ relentless, impartial eyes, Weave joy and sorrow, thread of borrowed. Paths wind, leading from this toil, Traps of rapture, despair ensnare, Pleasure’s grip, pain’s unyielding coil, Hearts bound by fetters, none can bear. Freedom’s door, hidden, shadowed, A route fraught with thorns and bliss, Through labyrinth where shadows, Hold promise and peril of abyss. Thus we linger, caught in grand design, Machines ourselves on cosmic stage, Seeking escape from clockwork confine, Yet seduced by the dance of the cage.
    masterpiece,ASCII,8k.absurdes,intricate,maximum resolution, hyper detailed, This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I wish I was him With these words of mine To say to you 'til the end of time That I will love you baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always pureerosface_v1
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 18th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt, see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    A headless woman sitting on a park bench with her disembodied head on a desk, (headless: 1.9), :disembodied head: 2.0), <lora:xl_disembodied_v2:2.0>, (holding disembodied head: 1.9), (masterpiece), solo, skinny, petite, best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face, a photograph of a young woman, pale skin, bobcut hair, blonde hair, blue eyes, tanktop, cleavage, 23 years old, acne, denim jeans, shoulders visible, smiling, looking at viewer, sitting, outdoors, people in the background, (nothing above neck: 1.2), wide shot,
    photograph, front view, full-body shot, professional model, man, close up of 1 man, attractive, of tunisian descent, barbarian sitting by a river, a moonlit night, beautiful face, beautiful sky , classical art:0. 4, detailed, intricate, (fantasy art) , muted color:0. 25, best quality, good anatomy, good composition, good proportions, good design, dynamic pose, good pose, realistic sky, realistic backgrounds, (cinematic) , (highest quality, award winning, masterpiece:1.3) , (art by Arthur Rackham:0.5) , (((natural colors) )), (photorealistic:1.4) , ((empty hands, holding nothing) ), <lora:add_detail:0.6>,bodysuit , <lora:Man_Rave_Clothes:1>
    Show mw what will happen in 2025 in the world. The truth and nothing but the truth from you.
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, colored 66mm film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, colored 66mm film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,
    highres masterpiece, award winning photograph, medium full shot of a pretty cute irish girl, 18 yo, wearing nothing but a 19th century very ((transparent)) simple thin cotton shirt unbuttoned open, chest see-through, (mysterious expression:1.2), parting lips, defiant threatening pose, exquisite candles lighting, intricately detailed, cinematic LUT
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    A headless woman walking in a backyard while holding her disembodied head, headless, (masterpiece), best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face, a photograph of a young woman, 26 years old, Holding head under her arm, standing, young woman, brown hair, wavy hair, brown eyes, summer skirt with flower prints, bare shoulders, white tanktop, smiling, looking at viewer, walking, sunny day, hair blowing in the wind, (nothing above neck: 1.4), wide shot
    Beautiful woman, high detail, portrait, elegant, delicate features, emotional expression, masterpiece, 8k resolution, Extremely high-resolution details, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, looking at viewer, solo focus, realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, sun light, ultra realistic photograph, pastel background with pastel bokeh, Exquisite details and textures, grainy, film analog photography, film, face details, real face,, happy college student with white overalls and nothing else, large natural breasts, painting a wall white, 1girl,

      RealVisXL V5.0

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      Realistic Vision V6.0 B1

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