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    Ghosts of the past haunt forever.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Being Trapped": **Title:** "Caged In" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at night. The trees are twisted and gnarled, with thick vines and thorny branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers. **Protagonist:** A young adult (18-25 years old), dressed in casual clothing (e.g., jeans, t-shirt, sneakers). They're standing in the center of a clearing, surrounded by the forest's darkness. Their face is contorted with fear and panic. **The Trap:** The protagonist is trapped in a massive, ancient tree stump that has been transformed into a giant cage. The bars are thick, rusty iron, and they seem to be made from the very trees themselves. The cage is covered in vines and moss, making it almost invisible at first glance. **Nightmarish Elements:** 1. **Spiders:** Thousands of tiny, glowing spiders (bioluminescent) are crawling all over the tree stump, their eyes fixed on the protagonist with an unblinking stare. 2. **Thorns:** The cage is covered in thick, barbed thorns that seem to be reaching out to grab the protagonist's skin. They're a deep, blood-like red color and appear to be pulsing with a malevolent energy. 3. **Shadows:** Dark, twisted shadows writhe across the ground, as if the very forest itself is alive and trying to consume the protagonist. 4. **The Prison:** The tree stump has become a prison cell, with thick, gnarled bars that seem to be slowly closing in on the protagonist like a vise. The walls are cracked and crumbling, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. 5. **The Protagonist's Desperation:** The protagonist is shown trapped within the cage, their face contorted with fear and desperation as they try to escape from the crushing nightmare. Image Prompt: Imagine a dark, eerie forest at night, with tall trees looming above like skeletal fingers. In the center of this foreboding landscape stands an ancient tree stump, its bark twisted and gnarled like the roots of some malevolent force. The stump has become a prison cell, with thick bars that seem to be slowly closing in on our protagonist. The protagonist, a figure shrouded in shadows, is trapped within the cage. Their face contorted with fear and desperation, their eyes wide with terror as they realize they're stuck, unable to escape the crushing nightmare. The air around them is thick with mist, like the breath of some ancient beast that's watching from the darkness. In the foreground, the ground is overgrown with thorny vines and dead leaves, like a grave yard for forgotten dreams. In the distance, the trees seem to be closing in, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers, as if trying to snatch our protagonist back into the nightmare. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, like the glow of embers from a dying fire. The moon, if it exists at all, is hidden behind a veil of dark clouds, leaving only an eerie, flickering light to cast long shadows across the ground. In the center of the image, our protagonist stands frozen in terror, their face contorted into a mask of despair as they gaze out at the oppressive landscape. Their arms are raised above their head, as if trying to reach for something just out of grasp, while their legs are splayed wide, as if rooted to the spot. The ground beneath them is dry, cracked earth, like the surface of a long-abandoned well. The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted and warped by the nightmare's dark power. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for the trapped individual like bony claws. The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. Lightning cracks across the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. In the foreground, the ground seems to be pulling inward, as if it's trying to suck the trapped individual down into some dark, abyssal void. The air is thick with a noxious, choking fog that makes it hard to breathe, and the sound of distant screams and wails echoes through the mist like a chorus of tormented souls. The trapped individual is shown in mid-desperation, their arms flailing wildly as they try to escape the crushing weight of the collapsing ground. Their face contorts in a mixture of fear, panic, and despair as they realize that there's no way out - they're trapped forever in this waking nightmare. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for victims to ensnare them in a never-ending cycle of terror. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with clouds that appear to be made of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. In the foreground, the ground itself appears to be shifting and buckling underfoot, like a living thing trying to crush the protagonist. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that obscures all sense of direction or escape, making it impossible for the dreamer to find their way out of this waking horror. Additional details: * The nightmare takes place in a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape where crumbling buildings and twisted metal scraps dot the horizon like skeletal remains. * The protagonist finds themselves trapped in a labyrinthine maze of twisted steel beams and shattered concrete, with no visible exits or escape routes. * As they struggle to free themselves, the walls begin to close in on them, the cold darkness pressing down like an invisible force. * Flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the nightmare itself is watching their every move. * Every attempt to find a way out only leads to more confusion and disorientation - corridors loop back on themselves, doors lead to dead ends, and stairwells seem to vanish into thin air. * The atmosphere is heavy with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. * In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. Image Prompt: Imagine yourself trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of dark corridors, crumbling walls, and twisted stairwells. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. You're surrounded by flickering fluorescent lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem like the walls themselves are twisting and writhing in agony. Every step you take leads only to more twists and turns, with no escape in sight. In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. You can almost taste the sweet promise of freedom, only to have it snatched away as you're forced to turn back into the darkness. As you stumble through the maze, the walls begin to close in around you like a vise. The air grows thick with an oppressive heaviness, making every breath feel like a struggle. Shadows writhe across the ground like living things, taunting you with their elusiveness. In this hellish labyrinth, every door you open leads only to more doors, each one slamming shut behind you like the sound of a trap snapping shut. The farther you go, the more lost you become in a sea of identical corridors and dead-end alleys. Your own reflections stare back at you from the darkness, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that seems to pulse in sync with your racing heartbeat. Every step you take feels like a desperate bid for freedom, only to be met with another dead end or a door that refuses to budge. The walls seem to press in on you, their cold, damp stone exuding a malevolent energy that seeps into your very bones. You can't shake the feeling that you're being slowly squeezed to death, trapped in this endless labyrinth of shadows and terrors. In the distance, you see flashes of darkness coalescing into grotesque forms: grasping hands, snapping jaws, and unblinking eyes. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and decay, and every breath you take feels like a desperate attempt to fill your lungs with something other than the stench of your own despair. As you twist and turn through the darkness, the walls seem to shift and writhe around you, like some malevolent entity trying to confine you. You can't shake the feeling that you're being herded towards some terrible fate, like a rat in a maze, with no escape from the abyss of terror that awaits. The image should evoke a sense of claustrophobic dread, as if you're trapped in a never-ending nightmare from which there's no awakening. The darkness itself seems to have taken on a life of its own, twisting and contorting around you like some living, sentient thing. Some possible visual elements to include: * A narrow, winding corridor or tunnel that stretches out before you, with no visible exit * Walls made of dark, damp stone or rusty metal bars that seem to close in on you as you move forward * Flickering torches or distant lights that cast eerie shadows and make the darkness seem even more oppressive * A sense of perpetual motion, as if you're trapped in a never-ending cycle of walking, running, or crawling through the dark passage * A feeling of claustrophobia or ent
    Imagine a vast, sprawling network of connected multi colored habitrail tubes that stretch across an entire field or designated sky line. This habitat is not defined by its physical dimensions but rather by the sheer volume of space occupied by its countless interconnected pieces. It almost looks like plumbing that is going nowhere but out forever. There are no opening just more and more of a railroad of tubes for the hamster to get lost in. There is a goofy looking cartoon man out front freaking out holding a dinner plate of gerbil food. Over his head is a cartoon Speech bubble with writing in it that says "Gizmo where are you!" There is a gerbil way up top sticking his head out of one of the million pieces
    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
    In the unfathomable reaches of the universe, where light itself seemed reluctant to venture, a lost spaceship drifted aimlessly through the cosmic abyss. Its crew, weary and desperate, had long given up hope of finding a familiar star. Suddenly, out of the eternal darkness, the monstrous form of Cthulhu emerged, an eldritch horror of unimaginable scale. Its tentacles, vast and writhing, enveloped the ship, each movement reverberating through the hull with a sickening, otherworldly dread. The crew felt an ancient, suffocating terror grip their hearts as the entity’s malevolent eyes peered into their souls. The air grew thick with a sense of impending doom, and sanity frayed at the edges as the presence of Cthulhu defied all reason and comprehension. In that moment, amidst the vast, unending blackness of space, the crew realized they were in the grasp of a nightmare beyond any corner of the known universe, forever lost to the cosmic terror that is Cthulhu
    glamorous photo in the heart of the medieval village, a peculiar scene unfolds before the gaze of the curious. a 30 year old goblin bookie stands tall amidst a sea of worn leather bound tomes and dusty scrolls, his pointed ears twitching with excitement as he pores over a mysterious tome adorned with cryptic symbols. his eyes glow like embers in the dim light of the shop, casting an otherworldly glow upon the shelves that seem to stretch on forever, each one laden with ancient texts that whisper secrets to those who dare approach. the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and a faint tang of magic, as if the very fabric of reality has been woven into the pages of these forbidden knowledge. in the background, a tapestry depicting a fantastical realm of dragons and unicorns seems to pulse with an eerie energy, as if it too holds secrets waiting to be unearthed by this enigmatic goblin scholar. . high fashion, luxurious, extravagant, stylish, sensual, opulent, elegance, stunning beauty, professional, high contrast, detailed
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
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    A warm and inviting wooden cabin room with a giant stone fireplace, fluffy blankets, and soft fairy lights. The windows show a peaceful autumn forest with golden leaves falling. There's a built-in coffee and hot chocolate bar, and the whole room smells like cinnamon and vanilla. The perfect place to stay forever.
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    He mentioned the establishment of the Dynasty in Carcosa, the lakes which connected Hastur, Aldebaran and the mystery of the Hyades. He spoke of Cassilda and Camilla, and sounded the cloudy depths of Demhe, and the Lake of Hali. "The scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow must hide Yhtill forever", he muttered, but I do not believe Vance heard him. Then by degrees he led Vance along the ramifications of the Imperial family, to Uoht and Thale, from Naotalba and Phantom of Truth, to Aldones, and then tossing aside his manuscript and notes, he began the wonderful story of the Last King, ink lineart <lyco:darkfairytales:1>
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Unending Descent into Madness" **Setting:** A dark, twisted forest with gnarled trees that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with the stench of decay and death. **Main Character:** A lone figure (perhaps a young adult or older) who appears to be in their late teens or early twenties. They are dressed in tattered, worn-out clothing that seems to have been ripped apart by some unseen force. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, despair, and desperation. **The Nightmare:** * The character's eyes are wide open, staring at something just out of frame (perhaps a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows). * They are running or trying to run, but their legs seem stuck in place, as if they're trapped in quicksand. * Their arms are flailing wildly, as if trying to ward off an unseen attacker. * A dark, misty fog is swirling around them, obscuring any details beyond a few feet. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. * In the distance (perhaps just out of frame), a hulking figure looms, its features indistinct due to the mist. This could be a grotesque creature, a demon, or some other monstrous entity. * Strange, glowing symbols etch themselves across the character's skin, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. These may be words, runes, or hieroglyphs that seem to shift and writhe like living things. * The ground beneath the character is spongy, uneven, and seems to writhe and twist in ways that defy gravity. This could be a twisted, nightmarish version of a familiar landscape (e.g., a haunted forest, a ravaged cityscape, or some other unsettling environment). * Aspects of the dreamer's own psyche seem to seep into the nightmare world: fragments of their memories, thoughts, and emotions are manifesting as twisted, grotesque creatures that lurk in the shadows, watching with cold, calculating eyes. * The air is thick with an eerie, pulsating mist that seems to carry the stench of decay and rot. This noxious fog obscures the details of the nightmare world, making it impossible for the dreamer (or any observer) to fully comprehend what's happening. Here are some specific visual elements you could include in your artwork: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers * A figure in the distance, perhaps a distorted version of yourself or someone you love, being chased by a horde of grotesque creatures (e.g. giant spiders, razor-toothed bats, etc.) * The ground is cracked and barren, with strange symbols etched into the stone that seem to pulse with a malevolent energy * In the sky above, there's a sickly yellow haze that casts an eerie glow over everything, making it hard to distinguish what's real and what's just a product of your fevered imagination * The air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh and decay, and you can hear distant screams or moans that seem to be coming from all directions * A figure looms in the background - perhaps a giant, twisted version of someone you know, or something entirely monstrous. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as if it's watching you with cold calculation. * The ground beneath your feet is slick and treacherous, like ice, but covered in a fine layer of dust that makes every step feel like a betrayal. You can't shake the feeling that at any moment, the earth will give way beneath you, sending you tumbling into some abyssal void. **Image prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a dark, mist-shrouded forest, the trees looming above you like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and rot. In front of you, a twisted, gnarled path stretches out like a serpent, its surface cracked and fissured like the earth's own skin. As you gaze down this eerie thoroughfare, you notice that it seems to be... shifting. The cracks are spreading, the very ground beneath your feet appearing to writhe and contort like a living thing in agony. You can feel the darkness emanating from the path, a palpable malevolence that makes your skin crawl. Above, the sky is a sickly shade of green, like bile or pus, and it seems to be... dripping. Yes, droplets of some viscous substance are falling from the heavens like a ghastly rain, each one landing with a wet, squelching sound on the forest floor. The air is thick with the stench of rot and corruption. As you gaze upon this horrific scene, you notice that the trees themselves seem to be... twisted. Their branches are long and sinuous, like grasping fingers, and their leaves are a deep, bloodless crimson. The trunks of the trees appear to be... melting, like wax in a furnace, revealing dark, glistening cavities within. In the distance, you see a figure emerging from the darkness. It's tall and gaunt, with eyes that glow like embers from a dying fire. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins that seem to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. The figure moves with an unnatural gait, as if it's being pulled through the shadows by some unseen force. As you watch in frozen terror, the figure begins to... change. Its features stretch and contort, like rubber being pulled taut. Its eyes grow larger, its skin turns a sickly shade of green, and its mouth opens into a maw of razor-sharp teeth. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is being warped by the creature's presence. In the background, the dreamer's bedroom appears to be... melting away. The walls seem to dissolve like wax in a furnace, revealing twisted metal beams and exposed wiring that writhe like living serpents. The bed sheets are stained with dark crimson blotches, as if the dreamer has been bleeding out their very soul. The nightmare creature, now fully formed, towers over the bed, its eyes glowing like hot coals as it reaches out with long, bony fingers to claim the dreamer's screaming form. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the sound of screams and shattering glass fills the air. In the distance, the walls of the bedroom seem to stretch on forever, a never-ending maze of twisted metal and dripping wet stone that appears to be... swallowing the entire scene whole. The darkness seems to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, as if it's feeding off the fear and terror emanating from the nightmare creature. The atmosphere is heavy with an sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart at the seams. The dreamer's screams are drowned out by the cacophony of sounds: shattering glass, crunching bone, and the distant howling of... something else, lurking just beyond the edge of perception. **Visual Elements:** 1. **The Nightmare Creature:** A twisted, elongated figure with multiple limbs, each one ending in a grasping, claw-like hand. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to shift and writhe like living serpents. The creature's face is a grotesque parody of human features: sunken eyes, a twisted mouth, and skin that appears to be stretched taut over its skull. 2. **Darkness and Shadows:** The nightmare takes place in a dark, foreboding environment with long shadows cast by the flickering light of candles or lanterns. The air is thick with an unseen, palpable malevolence that seems to seep from every crevice and corner. 3. **The Nightmare's Setting:** A decrepit, abandoned asylum or hospital, with peeling paint, rusty medical equipment, and a general sense of decay and neglect. Walls are cracked, floors creak beneath your feet, and the overall atmosphere is one of dread and unease. 4. **The Nightmare's Imagery:** Imagine yourself standing in the center of this forsaken place, surrounded by an eerie silence. The walls seem to be closing in on you, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. Every creak of the floorboards sounds like a scream, every flicker of the candles' flames like a mocking laugh. In the distance, the figure of a woman (or man, or child - it's up to your imagination) begins to take shape. Her face is deathly pale, her eyes black as coal, and her skin gray as the stone walls that surround you. Her mouth is twisted into a grotesque grin, revealing jagged teeth stained with rust. Her arms are outstretched, like skeletal fingers reaching for you. The air around her seems to distort, as if reality itself is warping and bending to accommodate her monstrous presence. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, illuminating the dark surroundings in a sickly yellow hue that makes your skin crawl. In the background, dark clouds churn with an eerie, pulsing light, like a living thing devouring the stars above. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, making your stomach turn. Every so often, a faint whisper echoes through the darkness: "You'll never wake up..." or "I've been waiting for you..." The nightmare's protagonist (you) lies in a tangled mess of twisted sheets
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    1man,1 woman in black dress,"If you once throw away the widow's veil, Hang a dark flag over my head, I will rise for him from the grave world In the middle of the night, and I take it down there, Do you want to wipe my hands, Who easily forgets his faith, And to bind up the wounds of this heart, who is you Even then, even there, he loves forever!"
    In the unfathomable reaches of the universe, where light itself seemed reluctant to venture, a lost spaceship drifted aimlessly through the cosmic abyss. Its crew, weary and desperate, had long given up hope of finding a familiar star. Suddenly, out of the eternal darkness, the monstrous form of Cthulhu emerged, an eldritch horror of unimaginable scale. Its tentacles, vast and writhing, enveloped the ship, each movement reverberating through the hull with a sickening, otherworldly dread. The crew felt an ancient, suffocating terror grip their hearts as the entity’s malevolent eyes peered into their souls. The air grew thick with a sense of impending doom, and sanity frayed at the edges as the presence of Cthulhu defied all reason and comprehension. In that moment, amidst the vast, unending blackness of space, the crew realized they were in the grasp of a nightmare beyond any corner of the known universe, forever lost to the cosmic terror that is Cthulhu
    viva fantasio. Mouse forever. vibrant colors
    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.
    A solitary, flickering lantern casts an eerie glow across the deck of a long-abandoned ship, its creaking timbers and tattered sails a testament to the passage of time. The lantern's wavering light seems to beckon ghostly figures from the shadows, their spectral forms forever bound to this decaying vessel. <lora:grainy-v1:0.5> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>
    an evocative photograph depicting Let it be forever now, emotional theme and setting, expressing feelings, deeply felt, emotive, expressive lighting, tells story
    In the unfathomable reaches of the universe, where light itself seemed reluctant to venture, a lost spaceship drifted aimlessly through the cosmic abyss. Its crew, weary and desperate, had long given up hope of finding a familiar star. Suddenly, out of the eternal darkness, the monstrous form of Cthulhu emerged, an eldritch horror of unimaginable scale. Its tentacles, vast and writhing, enveloped the ship, each movement reverberating through the hull with a sickening, otherworldly dread. The crew felt an ancient, suffocating terror grip their hearts as the entity’s malevolent eyes peered into their souls. The air grew thick with a sense of impending doom, and sanity frayed at the edges as the presence of Cthulhu defied all reason and comprehension. In that moment, amidst the vast, unending blackness of space, the crew realized they were in the grasp of a nightmare beyond any corner of the known universe, forever lost to the cosmic terror that is Cthulhu
    portrait of Bartg man made of elemental chaos,materialising in order to get the beauty remembered forever,at the same time dissolving as a colorful dream ,<lora:BartG-XLT2-000002:0.8>,masterpiece,insane details,intricate details,8k,highest quality,
    78: As day fades to twilight, a majestic unicorn appears at edge of sandy plain in this remote desert locale hosting an extraordinary music festival unlike any other on Earth—its pearlescent white coat glistening under golden rays while mane cascading down its back shimmers with iridescence as sunlight reflects off dewdrops caught among wiry strands. The creature seems enamored by the pulsating beats emanated from a distant stage surrounded now only darkness save for light dancing across sand dunes created by moving laser shows stretching high into sky above, creating surreal tableaux evoking feelings deep within souls drawn here through cosmic connection guiding each step toward destiny unfolding right before their eyes like pages turning in ancient tome retold anew amidst sands forever altered now thanks simply being able witness such miracles firsthand.
    beauty photo of a woman <lora:PiperPerri_v1:1> a Realistic (Full Body shot:1.1) of a standing PiperPerri with (intricate complex gothic dyed hair:1.1) blonde hair style, Beautiful, Detailed face, Perfect eyes, (highly detailed skin:1.1), ( Louis Vuitton monogram printed scarf wrapped around high ponytail Gucci GG Belt headband Stuart Weitzman crop top with cut-outs Dior B23 skirt Christian Louboutin thigh high boots BulgariSerpenti Forever bracelets and necklace :1.1), perfect body, best quality, Modelshoot style, Professional Photography, Photorealistic, Sweeping panoramas of valleys, buttes and mountain vistas from high elevations background, bokeh blurred background, RAW, analog style, sharp focus, 8k, ultra high resolution, DSLR, high quality, Fujifilm XT3, film grain, award winning, masterpiece (NSFW:-1) (Cleavage:-1) , confident, curious, (black:-1) (cleavage:-1)
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, the far side of forever, glass sphere in foreground
    beauty photo of a woman <lora:PiperPerri_v1:1> a Realistic (Full Body shot:1.1) of a standing PiperPerri with (intricate complex gothic dyed hair:1.1) blonde hair style, Beautiful, Detailed face, Perfect eyes, (highly detailed skin:1.1), ( Louis Vuitton monogram printed scarf wrapped around high ponytail Gucci GG Belt headband Stuart Weitzman crop top with cut-outs Dior B23 skirt Christian Louboutin thigh high boots BulgariSerpenti Forever bracelets and necklace :1.1), perfect body, best quality, Modelshoot style, Professional Photography, Photorealistic, Sweeping panoramas of valleys, buttes and mountain vistas from high elevations background, bokeh blurred background, RAW, analog style, sharp focus, 8k, ultra high resolution, DSLR, high quality, Fujifilm XT3, film grain, award winning, masterpiece (NSFW:-1) (Cleavage:-1) , confident, curious, (black:-1) (cleavage:-1)
    Hannah Lee Duggan, a captivating woman with luscious long hair, donned an elegant outfit and embarked on an enchanting journey through the scenic landscapes of her favorite location, where the beauty of nature harmoniously blended with her radiance, creating an unforgettable moment that would forever be etched in everyone's heart. hannahleeduggan <lora:htoprl18ec2ac5fd5t36:1>
    Midjourney, MJ, Midjourney style, pastel, dry chalk, poster, realistic, close up, cinematic light, Girl, frustration, despair, suicide. You've jumped off collapsing bridges, watched cityscapes turn to dust, Shot from above as helicopters fell into the ocean You've got music, baby, tell me why You've got music, baby, tell me why You've been trapped here forever and just can't say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of lovers holding you You've been hiding them in empty pianos, leaving them in the dark You've got music, baby, tell me why
    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
    an evocative photograph depicting Let it be forever now, emotional theme and setting, expressing feelings, deeply felt, emotive, expressive lighting, tells story
    In an abandoned asylum, a rusted wheelchair sits in the middle of a decrepit hallway, its wheels forever stilled. The peeling walls, once a sterile white, now bear the scars of countless forgotten stories. <lora:grainy-v1:0.5>
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    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, the far side of forever, glass sphere in foreground
    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.
    beauty photo of a woman <lora:PiperPerri_v1:1> a Realistic (Full Body shot:1.1) of a standing PiperPerri with (intricate complex gothic dyed hair:1.1) blonde hair style, Beautiful, Detailed face, Perfect eyes, (highly detailed skin:1.1), ( Loose curls with a YSL satin ribbon Valentino bow headband Prada lace bralette under Vince blazer Louis Vuitton logo skirt Christian Louboutin peep toe heels Bvlgari Serpenti Forever bracelets :1.1), perfect body, best quality, Modelshoot style, Professional Photography, Photorealistic, busy night city backdrop middle of street traffic busy highway background, bokeh blurred background, RAW, analog style, sharp focus, 8k, ultra high resolution, DSLR, high quality, Fujifilm XT3, film grain, award winning, masterpiece (NSFW:-1) (Cleavage:-1) , confident, curious, (black:-1) (cleavage:-1) (bikini:-1) (exposed midriff:-1)
    In the unfathomable reaches of the universe, where light itself seemed reluctant to venture, a lost spaceship drifted aimlessly through the cosmic abyss. Its crew, weary and desperate, had long given up hope of finding a familiar star. Suddenly, out of the eternal darkness, the monstrous form of Cthulhu emerged, an eldritch horror of unimaginable scale. Its tentacles, vast and writhing, enveloped the ship, each movement reverberating through the hull with a sickening, otherworldly dread. The crew felt an ancient, suffocating terror grip their hearts as the entity’s malevolent eyes peered into their souls. The air grew thick with a sense of impending doom, and sanity frayed at the edges as the presence of Cthulhu defied all reason and comprehension. In that moment, amidst the vast, unending blackness of space, the crew realized they were in the grasp of a nightmare beyond any corner of the known universe, forever lost to the cosmic terror that is Cthulhu
    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
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,In the dimly lit, cobweb-covered attic of a forsaken Victorian manor, a beautiful girl in a tattered corset stumbled upon an ornate, cursed mirror. As she gazed into its fractured glass, her reflection twisted grotesquely, revealing her worst fears come to life. The mirror's malevolent power ensnared her, rendering her a tormented specter, forever trapped in its sinister realm of distorted beauty and eternal suffering. ,low light, soft natural light, Rembrandt style light, Hasselblad DLSR camera, 200mm Zeiss lens, f/2.8, ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism ,tropical lagoon marketplace
    Gothic style ((Full-Body Shot)), Pakistani sensual woman, In the moonlit cemetery, tombstones leaned ominously. A stunning girl, her attire in ruins, stood among the graves. Shadows danced as she clutched an old, weathered diary, its pages filled with eerie incantations. Her ethereal beauty concealed the curse binding her to the restless spirits, forever trapped in a spectral dance of despair beneath the haunted, skeletal trees., authentic lighting, 4k resolution, <lora:Noshi:1> img. . Dark, mysterious, haunting, dramatic, ornate, detailed
    Capturing Katherinne Rodriguez with her beautiful black hair flowing in the gentle breeze, she stood radiantly in a stunning outfit with parted lips and gleaming jewelry near an outdoor setting - an ethereal photo moment forever immortalized. <lora:wrgmxg18e9640c93ej431:1>
    (fullbody shot) ,(a beautiful woman):1.8, from (neverland: A lost island where children can stay forever young) , a group of travelers journey to a distant land to find a magical flower said to have healing powers,ultra realistic, nude:0.5 (joshua middleton comic cover art:1.1), (Action painting:1.2),(concretism:1.2),theater dance scene,(hypermaximalistic:1.5),colorful,highest detailed,<lora:anxiang:0.55>,
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    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.
    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
    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
    Let it be forever now <lora:astrstica:1> astrstica, ast, top lighting, light source directly above the subject, strong downward shadows, dramatic and intense features
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    portrait of Bartg man made of elemental chaos,materialising in order to get the beauty remembered forever,at the same time dissolving as a colorful dream ,<lora:BartG-XLT2-000002:0.8>,masterpiece,insane details,intricate details,8k,highest quality,
    (best quality), (UHQ, high resolution), Tearing me apart with Words you wouldn't say And Suddenly tomorrow's A moment washed away 'Cause I don't have a reason And you don't have the time But we both keep on waiting For something we won't find The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday With shadows floating over The scars began to fade We said it was forever But then it slipped away Standing at the end of The final masquerade The final masquerade All I ever wanted The secrets that you keep All you ever wanted The truth I couldn't speak 'Cause I can't see forgiveness And you can't see the crime If we both keep on waiting For what we left behind The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday With shadows floating over The scars began to fade We said it was forever But then it slipped away Standing at the end of The final masquerade The final masquerade The final masquerade Standing at the end of The final masquerade
    In the serene backdrop of a Kenyan village, Savita Claes and her sister Sonam embarked on a journey of cultural discovery. With their Indian heritage as their guide, they eagerly embraced the chance to immerse themselves in the traditions of another land. However, as dusk descended upon the village, their adventure took a dark turn. Three tribesmen approached them with an unsettling request—to undress naked in accordance with local customs. Disoriented by the suddenness of the demand, Savita and Sonam hesitated but ultimately complied, trusting in the hospitality of their hosts. Yet, their trust was betrayed. The tribesmen drugged them, and as consciousness slipped away, they were whisked away into the dense jungle. In the heart of the wilderness, they became pawns in a horrific ordeal, subjected to unspeakable acts of violation and exploitation by their captors. As the first light of dawn pierced through the canopy, Savita and Sonam regained consciousness, their bodies battered and their spirits shattered. Alone and vulnerable, they stumbled back to the village, their trust in humanity shattered by the heinous betrayal they had endured. Though their scars may heal with time, the trauma inflicted upon them would linger, a grim reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of seemingly idyllic surroundings. And as they retreated from the village, they carried with them the weight of unspeakable horrors, forever changed by the harrowing ordeal they had survived.
    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.
    Concent Artwork, Painting, Incredibly Detailed Accurate Portrait Of a ebony woman (Elizabeth Taylor swift) lost in darkness, surrounded by the quiet isolation, Painted in a style reminiscent of Expressionism, with a focus on capturing the terror of human experience in everyday life and environments, Painting, Portrait of a woman in the style of E.Jean Mahomes, Be strong now because things will get better. It might be stormy now, but it can’t rain forever
    Midjourney, MJ, Midjourney style, pastel, dry chalk, poster, realistic, close up, cinematic light, Girl, frustration, despair, suicide. You've jumped off collapsing bridges, watched cityscapes turn to dust, Shot from above as helicopters fell into the ocean You've got music, baby, tell me why You've got music, baby, tell me why You've been trapped here forever and just can't say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of lovers holding you You've been hiding them in empty pianos, leaving them in the dark You've got music, baby, tell me why
    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 a dynamic graphic novel panel, a vast prairie stretches endlessly beneath a sky ablaze with golden hues. The horizon, a vibrant canvas splashed with fiery orange and pink, seems to recede forever. A lone figure emerges in the distance  a resolute cowgirl perched atop the crimson iron bronco's (red truck's) plow. Wind whips her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) as the setting sun casts long shadows across the land. Every detail is meticulously rendered with bold lines, capturing the worn texture of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots). This scene radiates a sense of rustic charm and quiet determination. A hint of her lineage peeks through  a worn leather coin purse tucked into her chaps, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords. A subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    In a dynamic graphic novel panel, a vast prairie stretches endlessly beneath a sky ablaze with golden hues. The horizon, a vibrant canvas splashed with fiery orange and pink, seems to recede forever. A lone figure emerges in the distance  a resolute cowgirl perched atop the crimson iron bronco's (red truck's) plow. Wind whips her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) as the setting sun casts long shadows across the land. Every detail is meticulously rendered with bold lines, capturing the worn texture of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots). This scene radiates a sense of rustic charm and quiet determination. A hint of her lineage peeks through  a worn leather coin purse tucked into her chaps, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords. A subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves.
    1man,1 woman in black dress,"If you once throw away the widow's veil, Hang a dark flag over my head, I will rise for him from the grave world In the middle of the night, and I take it down there, Do you want to wipe my hands, Who easily forgets his faith, And to bind up the wounds of this heart, who is you Even then, even there, he loves forever!"
    1man,1 woman in black dress,"If you once throw away the widow's veil, Hang a dark flag over my head, I will rise for him from the grave world In the middle of the night, and I take it down there, Do you want to wipe my hands, Who easily forgets his faith, And to bind up the wounds of this heart, who is you Even then, even there, he loves forever!"
    A double exposure (close-up female face:1.2) made of a vast, rolling landscape of surreal hills and valleys, where the sky and clouds seem to stretch on forever. A lone figure stands at the edge of this vast expanse, gazing out at the endless horizon. The background of this artwork is a swirling mix of colors and textures, with hints of otherworldly landscapes and mysterious energies. The action in this piece centers around the figure's slow and deliberate walk towards the edge of the world, as if they're being drawn into a strange and wondrous realm.
    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.
    ((2 beings In an embrace, tender and sweet, Cupid's kiss, speeds Psyche's heartbeat. Wings outspread, their passion's flight, Eternal love, under softest moonlight. Lips meeting in a gentle caress, A moment of pure tenderness. In their union, the truest divine bliss, Forever sealed, in Cupid and Psyche's kiss.)) = ((a moment of intimacy between Psyche and Cupid. Psyche lies in a vulnerable position, her head tilted backward, supported by Cupid's gentle embrace. Cupid, with his wings spread wide, leans over Psyche, delicately kissing her lips. The scene exudes a sense of tenderness and passion, captured in intricate detail and graceful curves.)) BREAK ((visually inviting but psychologically disturbing, a mix of tenderness and aggression, blending romance and horror.)) BREAK ((UHD, 8k photograph, award winning Getty Images quality photograph, fulllength photograph, Experimental angles, poignant lighting, soft pastels interrupted with splashes of vibrant red and fuchsia, surreal photo, photograph taken with Canon EOS R6 f/5.6 or f/8 to ensure the entire scene is in focus. Shutter speed should be set at 5 second or slower to capture motion blur.)) epiCNegative, epiCRealism, Ellis-RealismBoost
    In a dynamic graphic novel panel, a vast prairie stretches endlessly beneath a sky ablaze with golden hues. The horizon, a vibrant canvas splashed with fiery orange and pink, seems to recede forever. A lone figure emerges in the distance  a resolute cowgirl perched atop the crimson iron bronco's (red truck's) plow. Wind whips her sun-kissed mane (blond hair) as the setting sun casts long shadows across the land. Every detail is meticulously rendered with bold lines, capturing the worn texture of her chaps (jeans) and scuffed kickers (boots). This scene radiates a sense of rustic charm and quiet determination. A hint of her lineage peeks through  a worn leather coin purse tucked into her chaps, adorned with a faded skull and crossed swords. A subtle reminder of a salty past and a possible pirate ancestor who once danced on the waves.
    ,cosmic background,an astronaut forever doomed to drfit through space,skull head,meteors , <lora:sss:1> sss,translucent,subsurface scattering,zoom out shot
    Photo, Fantasy art style, Ethereal, A disturbing, spooky evil man discovered in the darkest of places. It should have remained where it was found, mysterious, lost, but we uncovered it and its dark secrets. Now we are cursed by its powers and forever bound to its terrors. The man has brought out the worst in us and we are cursed forever. dark prickly burning roses with rich dark colors emanate from his body, vibrant style, dark tones, night,
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    RAW full body analogue photo of a beautiful 20 years old woman, clear focus, 8K,__Random_Woman__,In the dimly lit, cobweb-covered attic of a forsaken Victorian manor, a beautiful girl in a tattered corset stumbled upon an ornate, cursed mirror. As she gazed into its fractured glass, her reflection twisted grotesquely, revealing her worst fears come to life. The mirror's malevolent power ensnared her, rendering her a tormented specter, forever trapped in its sinister realm of distorted beauty and eternal suffering. ,low light, soft natural light, Rembrandt style light, Hasselblad DLSR camera, 200mm Zeiss lens, f/2.8, ,Sexy pose, erotic pose, exhibitionism
    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.
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    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
    1man,1 woman in black dress,"If you once throw away the widow's veil, Hang a dark flag over my head, I will rise for him from the grave world In the middle of the night, and I take it down there, Do you want to wipe my hands, Who easily forgets his faith, And to bind up the wounds of this heart, who is you Even then, even there, he loves forever!"
    Surrealism, Incredibly Detailed Accurate Portrait Of Woman's Face encased in shadow on one side, Be strong now because things will get better. It might be stormy now, but it can’t rain forever, expressionism
    Bask in the realm of abstract expressionism as a mysterious figure cloaked in a vibrant red shawl steps into view against an ebony void. Her head hangs low, enveloped in a cloud of bewitching curiosity. In stark contrast with her crimson surroundings, crisp white lines dance alongside her form, accentuating each delicate curve as if painted by an ethereal brushstroke. A sense of profound contemplation radiates from within as she stands on the edge of a transformative moment, encapsulated in a timeless swirl of emotions unraveling before our eyes. Let illuminate this striking canvas through the melding of bold colors and expressive movement, forever immortalizing this introspective scene of raw passion and introspection.
    Surrealism, A monk in contemplative robes stands at the threshold of The Guardian Of Forever From Star Trek, a rock round doorway, set against a dramatic rocky peak, with a shrine in the background, as swirling mist and floating stones dance around him, amidst a vortex of colorful, polychromatic energy, reminiscent of the dynamic styles of Ash Thorp, Android Jones, and Kekai Kotaki, with bold, high-contrast brushstrokes and textures, blending traditional graffiti art with digital splash art, as if spray paint and oil gouache are melting into a dreamlike, ultra-detailed scene, evoking the vibrant, stylized world of street art, with a CGSociety-worthy level of ultra-quality rendering.
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      RealVisXL V5.0

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

      Realistic Vision V6.0 B1

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