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    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 hyper-realistic portrait of our Lord Jesus Christ but reimagined as a female, a beautiful young blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing a crown of thorns, angelic face, with a halo behind her head, soft luminescent light coming from her, photorealistic, Image has a sense of euphoria, wonder and benevolence. She has a sign with her that says “Let there be BUZZ”. Text is clear and well written. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), medium hair, ringlets, red theme, hand on headphones, frills, puffy sleeves, short sleevesneon background, face close up,
    social-themed cinematic film still different views of beautiful 1girl chilling in the Birmingham street, award movie still of a (26 year old skinny english punk woman:1.10), punk scooter, 80's movie, full body shot, in front of punk music shop, (clear eyes:1.2), (punk leather jacket:1.3), ruined mascara, shadow eyes, red lips, large anarchy necklace, (punk shirt with thorns, red skirt:1.3), large earrings, many punk assets, multiples tattoos on body, gorgeous lips, (wearing a see through lace lingerie:1.3), stockings, thin, delicate, deciduous, petite, cute, (freckles:1.3), visible areolae, perky breasts, goosebumps, black long hairs, piercings, peoples, looking at viewer, (extremely detailed face:1.2), (extremely detailed eyes:1.2), masterpiece, hyperrealistic, absurdres, full body character design high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.9), (goosebumps:0.5), acne, subsurface scattering, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.5), (goosebumps:0.5), subsurface scattering, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera
    social-themed cinematic film still different views of beautiful 1girl chilling in the Birmingham street, award movie still of a (26 year old skinny english punk woman:1.10), punk scooter, 80's movie, full body shot, in front of punk music shop, (clear eyes:1.2), (punk leather jacket:1.3), ruined mascara, shadow eyes, red lips, large anarchy necklace, (punk shirt with thorns, red skirt:1.3), large earrings, many punk assets, multiples tattoos on body, gorgeous lips, (wearing a see through lace lingerie:1.3), stockings, thin, delicate, deciduous, petite, cute, (freckles:1.3), visible areolae, perky breasts, goosebumps, black long hairs, piercings, peoples, looking at viewer, (extremely detailed face:1.2), (extremely detailed eyes:1.2), masterpiece, hyperrealistic, absurdres, full body character design high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.9), (goosebumps:0.5), acne, subsurface scattering, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.5), (goosebumps:0.5), subsurface scattering, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera
    a beautiful picture of a cottage in the forest at the bottom of a hill, trees are made of stone and leaves are sharp crystals glinting in sunlight, eyeball flowers bloom on the lawn, thorns, fear, horror, beauty, sharp, pointy, stabby, warm,
    (impressionism:1.05), (Vincent Di Fate:0.8), A crown of thorns floating , Cliff/Bluff, pine forest, scene painting,a painting,scenery,
    (full body portrait with feet:1.3) of "a beautiful Abbie Cornish as Miriamele" from Memory Sorrow And Thorne, short blonde hair, bright eyes, dressed in dirty and worn out travellers clothes, epic cinematography shot on Nikon D780 | color_grading | color correction by ColorDirector | atmospheric | color_shading | deep_depth_of_field | cinematic | HDR | 3D_digital photo-illustration | dark_shadows | ambient_occlusion | high resolution intricate | advanced composition high_contrast atmospheric hyper-realistic_textures magical accurate_anatomy symmetry vibrant realism , fantasy, Frank_Frazetta | Gerald_Brom | dnd_concept | dark_colors | vibrant | contrasting_colors | high_resolution perfect_anatomy ray_of_sunlight, (HDR) (3D animation realism) (digital photo-illustration) (epic) (perfect eyes) (clear eyes) (bright eyes) (bright light) (dynamic lighting) (subtractive lighting) (gorgeous composition) (deep depth of field) (perfect ears) (gloss highlights) (polished chatoyant) (bright highlights) (deep shadows) (ambient occlusion) (hyper-realism) (unique features) (detailed) (whimsical) (fantastical) (stunning) (ultra-quality) (16k) (sharp focus) (perfect dynamic pose),
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
Give joys and sorrows
I give them too if I don't feel good about myself
Poison of love
pureerosface_v1,DonMn1ghtm4reXL
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, christ the redeemer, bloodied, crown of thorns
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    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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
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, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
Give joys and sorrows
I give them too if I don't feel good about myself
Poison of love
pureerosface_v1,DonMn1ghtm4reXL
    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
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
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lomography, 
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    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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    Renaissance style three Maple skinned Waif-like (((african american:0.75)(courtney thorne-smith:0.25)):1.5) women with painted faces and headdress are posing for a picture, with Ocean Blue Delphinium Belladonna around it, african fractals, by Kahinde Wiley, inspired by Ryan Yee and Ilya Kuvshinov, world best photography, 🧒 📸 🎨, four seasons, tribal jewelry, made of dots, terrifying!!!, some people are sitting, breathtaking masterpiece of art, flowers grow from the body, four faces in one creature . Realistic, perspective, light and shadow, religious or mythological themes, highly detailed
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, waist-down, anguished demon wearing glasses in hell, bloodied, long hair, wearing a necklace with a cross, crown of thorns on head, arms outstretched, crucified  <lora:abu3lo:1>, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera
    A cold, beautiful witch holds a magic wand and blows on a poisonous spell made of blue petals, sending them flying gracefully. The petals and thorns flow through the air with the power of the magic. It is an illustration that is so sensual and aesthetic that it is hard to imagine it is a deadly magic. The black and red gothic outfit she is wearing emphasizes the horror of death. The high contrast lighting leads to an elegant strength and brilliance. The floral expression inspired by the work of Gustave Moreau enhances the horror in a surreal way. The detailed and sophisticated flower details, the fusion with modern art, and the five supple and beautiful fingers
 <lora:detailed_notrigger:1.0>
    photo of cosplay portrait bokeh high quality detail pores cute corneo_thorn_princess_yor chinese new year
    photo of cosplay portrait bokeh high quality detail pores cute corneo_thorn_princess_yor
    A lone samurai standing in the desert, wearing an armor set made of interwoven cactus spines, a thorn-covered katana glowing under the sunset, wind blowing through a field of neon succulents, ancient desert pagoda in the background, cinematic warrior aesthetic
    Hyper-realistic, detailed digital art. A gorgeous crimson rose bush takes centre stage in the foreground. The petals are velvety with deep shades of red, the leaves are covered in large dewdrops and the sharp thorns stand out against the background. A large black snake lies beneath the bush, coiling around its base, its eyes glittering with a cold lustre. The burning ruins of Rome can be seen in the middle ground, and in the background - silhouettes of an ancient amphitheatre, shrouded in smoke and fire. Owls fly in the sky, their cries adding to the scene's ominous atmosphere. The lighting is dramatic, with contrasts of light and shadow emphasising textures and details. The primary colours - black, red, orange, crimson and dark green - create a dark, fiery and mystical atmosphere. The scene conveys a sense of decadence and grandeur, as if the viewer is witnessing the end of an era.
    Prickly Pear Style, A lone samurai standing in the desert, wearing an armor set made of interwoven cactus spines, a thorn-covered katana glowing under the sunset, wind blowing through a field of neon succulents, ancient desert pagoda in the background, cinematic warrior aesthetic
    (impressionism:1.05), A crown of thorns floating ,A wolf with constellation fur ,A throne of broken antlers , Cliff/Bluff, pine forest, (Vincent Di Fate:0.8), a painting,scene painting,scenery,
    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.
    Wonderful woman next to (man) (appearance:botswana, skin color medium ebony tone of skin and Round Face, Round Eyes, [eye color grey], Nose with an Amorphous Shape, soft lip contours, lower cheekbones, square chin  and ((eyebrow-sharpe sophisticated natural, eyebrowcolor blond))) King of hearts send me out like this
You are a dangerous woman from Hell
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
hearts among a thousand colors
(fullbody shot, (establishing shot:1.5))
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
a robotic snake slithering out from a metallic ravine of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist papera And a thorn begets a thorn <lora:papera_20231030140337:1>, ((Ink illustration on parchment), girl with (Oblong Face, Round Eyes, [eye color green], Nose with an Ample Base Shape, protruding lower lip, round cheeks, crooked chin with (eyebrow-sharpe gradual small, eyebrowcolor black)),disgust, Ink splashes, fine ink sketch), by Satoshi Kon and Mike Mignola,  (black , alluring , masterful:1.4), poster art, bold lines, hyper detailed, expressive,  award winning,  (landscape:1.4), (intricate details, masterpiece, best quality:1.4),
key lighting , looking at viewer, dynamic pose, wide angle view,<lora:papera:1>
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, christ the redeemer, bloodied, crown of thorns
    a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    Prickly Pear Style, A lone samurai standing in the desert, wearing an armor set made of interwoven cactus spines, a thorn-covered katana glowing under the sunset, wind blowing through a field of neon succulents, ancient desert pagoda in the background, cinematic warrior aesthetic
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, waist-down, anguished demon wearing glasses in hell, bloodied, long hair, wearing a necklace with a cross, crown of thorns on head, arms outstretched, crucified  <lora:abu3lo:1>, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera
    A captivating 3D rendering portrays a dark fantasy character, prepared for combat and likely serving as a formidable female assassin. Clad in a bold, menacing ensemble, she dons a crown of thorns and a billowing, dark cloak. Wielding an intricate, large sword, she stands before a foreboding, stormy background. The composition exudes a heightened, cinematic mood with intense lighting and an undercurrent of imminent action, making it an ideal design for a conceptual art poster.
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, christ the redeemer, bloodied, crown of thorns
    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.
    a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    a thin, dark figure made from highly complex thorns, hiding in the branches of an old tree in a dark, thick forest with ethereal mist at night. low-key lighting, dimly lit, atmospheric, volumetric lighting, highly detailed, 8k, epic, cinematic, long shot, wide shot, full body, 12mm, Nikon, zoomed out
    Prickly Pear Style, A lone samurai standing in the desert, wearing an armor set made of interwoven cactus spines, a thorn-covered katana glowing under the sunset, wind blowing through a field of neon succulents, ancient desert pagoda in the background, cinematic warrior aesthetic
    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.
    Inside the Theatrum Diaboli, a dramatic recitation by Papa Emeritus, wearing a crown of thorns and an elaborate, gem-encrusted robe. The scene is lit by hundreds of candles, casting soft, flickering light that dances across his ghostly mask and the attentive faces of the congregation, cloaked in shadow., 
in the style of a vintage, high-contrast setting, capture the essence of a campy and sensual satanic ritual. Emphasize theatrical elements with bursts of bright colors against dark, moody backgrounds
4K resolution, photorealistic rendering, using cinema 4D 
Wide range of colors., Dramatic,Dynamic,Cinematic,Sharp details
Insane quality. Insane resolution. Insane details. Masterpiece,
dvr-lnds-sdxl, ral-apoctvisn, dark, chiaroscuro, low-key, zavy-rmlght
    What a fantastic request!  Here's your detailed image prompt:  **Title:** "The Crimson Carnival of Lost Souls"  **Image Description:**  Imagine a surreal, nightmarish landscape that defies logic and reason. The scene is set at an abandoned carnival, its rusty gates creaking in the wind like skeletal fingers. The once-colorful tents and stalls now hang limp and forlorn, like tattered party streamers.  **The Main Attraction:**  In the center of the carnival, a massive, twisted Ferris wheel rises like a metal behemoth from hell, its seats occupied by ghostly apparitions with faces contorted in perpetual screaming. The wheel's axis is stained with a deep, crimson color, as if the very essence of madness had seeped into its metal heart.  **The Carnivalesque Chaos:**  Surrounding the Ferris wheel, various carnival attractions have become twisted and grotesque. A funhouse mirror now reflects distorted, elongated versions of the dreamer's own features. The merry-go-round spins with a cacophony of eerie laughter, while a hall of mirrors becomes a maze of fractured reflections, each one revealing a different aspect of the dreamer's psyche.  **The Dreamer's Descent into Madness:**  As the dream unfolds, the dreamer (represented by a figure in the distance) begins to lose grip on reality. Their surroundings warp and distort, like melting wax, as they stumble through the surreal landscape. The air thickens with an otherworldly presence, heavy with the scent of decay and neglect.  **Visual Elements:**  * Twisted, gnarled tree branches that seem to writhe in agony * Eyes that glow like embers or lanterns in the dark * Skin that seems to peel away like rotten fruit * Hair that snakes around the dreamer's face like a living vine * A sky that rages with stormy clouds that threaten to consume everything * A sense of unease and dread that permeates every aspect of the image  **Color Palette:**  * Earth tones mixed with dark, muted colors (think moss, bark, and decaying leaves) * Flickers of fiery orange or red to represent the eerie glow of those eyes * Shadows that seem to writhe across the scene like living darkness  **Composition:**  * The dreamer should be situated in a way that makes them appear small and vulnerable within the larger environment * Use negative space effectively to create a sense of isolation and disorientation * Incorporate strange, unsettling shapes or structures that defy explanation (think twisted tree limbs or unnatural rock formations) * Consider using multiple layers or planes of depth to create a sense of dimensionality and disorienting perspective  **Atmosphere:**  * Create an atmosphere that is tense, foreboding, and utterly unsettling * Use texture and shading to give the image a tactile quality that draws the viewer in * Play with the lighting to create long shadows, eerie glows, or other effects that add to the sense of unease  **Specific elements:**  * Include at least one element that is inexplicable, such as a glowing symbol on a door, a strange creature lurking in the distance, or an unnatural plant growth * Incorporate something that is familiar but twisted, like a child's drawing come to life, a broken toy, or a family photo with sinister implications * Use at least one element that is unsettlingly human, such as a character with an unblinking gaze, a figure with an unnatural posture, or a person with an unnerving facial expression  **Atmosphere:**  * Create a sense of disorientation by using unusual perspectives, angles, and compositions * Play with the scale to make everyday objects seem monstrous or tiny, or vice versa * Use color to create an atmosphere that is unsettling, foreboding, or just plain creepy  **Additional details:**  * The dream takes place in a setting that is familiar yet distorted, such as a town that's identical to your own but with an air of unease * Incorporate elements that are symbolic or metaphorical, such as recurring characters, objects, or themes that represent something deeper than the surface-level narrative * Use the dream to explore themes of psychological trauma, existential crises, or societal unease  **Visual inspiration:**  * Study the works of Stephen King and other masters of horror fiction (e.g. H.P. Lovecraft, Clive Barker) * Draw from your own nightmares and fears for added authenticity * Consider incorporating elements of the surreal, the uncanny, or the bizarre to create a dream-like atmosphere  **Additional notes:**  * Pay attention to lighting, shadows, and textures to create an eerie and unsettling mood * Don't be afraid to get weird and creative with your imagery - after all, this is a dream! * Consider using a mix of realistic and fantastical elements to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.  **Example Image:**  Imagine a dark, misty forest, where twisted trees loom like skeletal fingers. The air is thick with the scent of decay and rot. In the distance, a faint glow emanates from a clearing, but it's not just any light - it's as if the very fabric of reality has been torn asunder, revealing a glowing portal to some other dimension.  **Elements to Incorporate:**  1. **Darkness:** The forest is shrouded in an eerie mist that makes it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. 2. **Twisted Trees:** The trees are twisted and gnarled, like they've been shaped by some malevolent force. Their branches seem to writhe and twist, like living serpents. 3. **Portals or Rifts:** A glowing portal or rift in the distance, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. It's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling before your eyes. 4. **Foreboding Creatures:** Some unseen presence lurks just out of sight, its dark shape looming like a specter on the horizon. You can't quite make it out, but you sense it's watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 5. **Atmosphere of Fear and Dread:** The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of impending doom. Every creak of a tree or snap of a twig sounds like a death knell, and the silence between those sounds is oppressive. 6. **Unsettling Imagery:** Strange, unblinking eyes watch from the shadows, their gaze piercing through the darkness. A tangle of twisted vines and thorns seems to writhe across the ground, as if alive and malevolent.  Example: "You find yourself trapped in a dark forest, where every step feels like an eternity. The trees seem to twist and writhe around you, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of rotting fruit, and the silence is oppressive. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows - its face a grotesque parody of a human visage, with eyes that burn like hot coals. It speaks in a voice that's both familiar and yet completely alien, saying 'You'll never wake up...'."
    1man, Jesus Christ, (((thorn crown))) ((famished)), ((gun in hand)), (enhanced robot body parts), on the middle of a street at night, religious tattoo, in cyberpunk style, a lot of ((neon lights behind)) <lora:add_detail:1> <lora:CyberpunkStyleV3:.8> <lora:more_details:1><lora:epi_noiseoffset2:1.0><lora:epi_noiseoffset2:1.0>
    full body, ((robot parts)), 1man,neon glow arounf him, Jesus Christ,long hair, long beard, (((thorn crown))) ((blood draining on his forehead)), ((famished)), cross in his chest, enhanced mechanic body parts, on the middle of a street at night, religious tattoos, in cyberpunk style, a lot of (neon lights behind)  <lora:add_detail:.8> <lora:CyberPunkAI:.6> <lora:CyberpunkStyleV3:.6> <lora:more_details:.8>
    scary mystical slender figure,(made of dry cracked clay:1.3),(covered in dry roses:1.5),(hair made of thorns:0.5),
(night:1.5),(lanterns:0.5),(black smoke:1.5),(fog:1.2),mysterious darkness,in Prague old town street,(golem:0.5),
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
pureerosface_v1,DonMS4kur4XL
    A hyper-realistic portrait of our Lord Jesus Christ but reimagined as a female, a beautiful young blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing a crown of thorns, angelic face, with a halo behind her head, soft luminescent light coming from her, photorealistic, Image has a sense of euphoria, wonder and benevolence. She has a sign with her that says “Let there be BUZZ”. Text is clear and well written. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), medium hair, ringlets, red theme, hand on headphones, frills, puffy sleeves, short sleevesneon background, face close up,
    impressionism expressionist A majestic serpent composed of antlers, intertwined brambles and twisted branches, symbolizing strength and resilience. Its sinuous body elegantly coils around traditional Chinese New Year symbols, such as red lanterns, ancient coins and plum blossom petals. Its head is adorned with small, delicate leaves, budding buds and slender thorns, giving it a wild yet sacred appearance. The background is bathed in soft light in golden and red hues, evoking the warmth of the festivities, while distant fireworks sparkle in the twilight sky.
    (masterpiece)+, (best quality)+, (Intricate detail)+, christ the redeemer, bloodied, crown of thorns
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
Give joys and sorrows
I give them too if I don't feel good about myself
Poison of love
pureerosface_v1,DonMn1ghtm4reXL
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    A hyper-realistic portrait of our Lord Jesus Christ but reimagined as a female, a beautiful young blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing a crown of thorns, angelic face, with a halo behind her head, soft luminescent light coming from her, photorealistic, Image has a sense of euphoria, wonder and benevolence. She has a sign with her that says “Let there be BUZZ”. Text is clear and well written. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), medium hair, ringlets, red theme, hand on headphones, frills, puffy sleeves, short sleevesneon background, face close up,
    photo of cosplay portrait bokeh high quality detail pores cute corneo_thorn_princess_yor chinese new year
    scary mystical slender figure,(made of dry cracked clay:1.3),(covered in dry roses:1.5),(hair made of thorns:0.5),
(night:1.5),(lanterns:0.5),(black smoke:1.5),(fog:1.2),mysterious darkness,in Prague old town street,(golem:0.5),
    Hyper-realistic, detailed digital art. A gorgeous crimson rose bush takes centre stage in the foreground. The petals are velvety with deep shades of red, the leaves are covered in large dewdrops and the sharp thorns stand out against the background. A large black snake lies beneath the bush, coiling around its base, its eyes glittering with a cold lustre. The burning ruins of Rome can be seen in the middle ground, and in the background - silhouettes of an ancient amphitheatre, shrouded in smoke and fire. Owls fly in the sky, their cries adding to the scene's ominous atmosphere. The lighting is dramatic, with contrasts of light and shadow emphasising textures and details. The primary colours - black, red, orange, crimson and dark green - create a dark, fiery and mystical atmosphere. The scene conveys a sense of decadence and grandeur, as if the viewer is witnessing the end of an era.
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
Texture, ornaments and sharp contrasts, 
dust, 
fog, 
Image of very angry face with sharp teeth, 
mysterious character, 
scary,  
dramatic atmosphere,  
Mixture of dark color palette, 
and cold colors, 
lomography, a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    (impressionism:1.1), A crown of thorns floating , Cliff/Bluff, pine forest, (jeremy mann:0.8), a painting,scene painting,scenery,
    Prickly Pear Style, A lone samurai standing in the desert, wearing an armor set made of interwoven cactus spines, a thorn-covered katana glowing under the sunset, wind blowing through a field of neon succulents, ancient desert pagoda in the background, cinematic warrior aesthetic
    A captivating 3D rendering portrays a dark fantasy character, prepared for combat and likely serving as a formidable female assassin. Clad in a bold, menacing ensemble, she dons a crown of thorns and a billowing, dark cloak. Wielding an intricate, large sword, she stands before a foreboding, stormy background. The composition exudes a heightened, cinematic mood with intense lighting and an undercurrent of imminent action, making it an ideal design for a conceptual art poster.
    A captivating 3D rendering portrays a dark fantasy character, prepared for combat and likely serving as a formidable female assassin. Clad in a bold, menacing ensemble, she dons a crown of thorns and a billowing, dark cloak. Wielding an intricate, large sword, she stands before a foreboding, stormy background. The composition exudes a heightened, cinematic mood with intense lighting and an undercurrent of imminent action, making it an ideal design for a conceptual art poster.
    A cold, beautiful witch holds a magic wand and blows on a poisonous spell made of blue petals, sending them flying gracefully. The petals and thorns flow through the air with the power of the magic. It is an illustration that is so sensual and aesthetic that it is hard to imagine it is a deadly magic. The black and red gothic outfit she is wearing emphasizes the horror of death. The high contrast lighting leads to an elegant strength and brilliance. The floral expression inspired by the work of Gustave Moreau enhances the horror in a surreal way. The detailed and sophisticated flower details, the fusion with modern art, and the five supple and beautiful fingers
 <lora:detailed_notrigger:1.0>
    extreme closeup macro shot Enchanting, vampire queen with glowing crimson eyes and a crown of thorns, ruling over a dark, gothic kingdom of eternal night, rendered in a dark, horror-comic style with bold lines and muted colors, isolated on a solid red background with bold, black highlights.  <lora:models\XL\- SDXL - otclillsn_impossible_geo_V1.0:0.23>, <lora:models\XL\- SDXL - holo_effect_V1.0:0.2>, <lora:models\XL\- SDXL - vanta-black_contrast_V3.0:0.3>, <lora:models\XL\MJ52_v1.3_Li:0.19>, <lora:models\SDXL\ral-vhstp:1> ral-vhstp,, rainbow holographic prismatic iridescent multi-colored ornate glossy material, hard plastic, black tar ooze, tubing, surreal, global illumination, volumetric lighting, atmospheric haze, dense fog, sharp focus, selective focus, soft focus, dof, depth of field, specular occlusion ambient lighting, god rays, anaglyphic distortions, rainbow light prism explosions
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
Texture, ornaments and sharp contrasts, 
dust, 
fog, 
Image of very angry face with sharp teeth, 
mysterious character, 
scary,  
dramatic atmosphere,  
Mixture of dark color palette, 
and cold colors, 
lomography, a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
Texture, ornaments and sharp contrasts, 
dust, 
fog, 
Image of very angry face with sharp teeth, 
mysterious character, 
scary,  
dramatic atmosphere,  
Mixture of dark color palette, 
and cold colors, 
lomography, 
Swirl of colors, a macro shot photography, of a rose, moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture, Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    A cold, beautiful witch holds a magic wand and blows on a poisonous spell made of blue petals, sending them flying gracefully. The petals and thorns flow through the air with the power of the magic. It is an illustration that is so sensual and aesthetic that it is hard to imagine it is a deadly magic. The black and red gothic outfit she is wearing emphasizes the horror of death. The high contrast lighting leads to an elegant strength and brilliance. The floral expression inspired by the work of Gustave Moreau enhances the horror in a surreal way. The detailed and sophisticated flower details, the fusion with modern art, and the five supple and beautiful fingers
 <lora:detailed_notrigger:1.0>
    A captivating 3D rendering portrays a dark fantasy character, prepared for combat and likely serving as a formidable female assassin. Clad in a bold, menacing ensemble, she dons a crown of thorns and a billowing, dark cloak. Wielding an intricate, large sword, she stands before a foreboding, stormy background. The composition exudes a heightened, cinematic mood with intense lighting and an undercurrent of imminent action, making it an ideal design for a conceptual art poster.
    A cold, beautiful witch holds a magic wand and blows on a poisonous spell made of blue petals, sending them flying gracefully. The petals and thorns flow through the air with the power of the magic. It is an illustration that is so sensual and aesthetic that it is hard to imagine it is a deadly magic. The black and red gothic outfit she is wearing emphasizes the horror of death. The high contrast lighting leads to an elegant strength and brilliance. The floral expression inspired by the work of Gustave Moreau enhances the horror in a surreal way. The detailed and sophisticated flower details, the fusion with modern art, and the five supple and beautiful fingers
 <lora:detailed_notrigger:1.0>
    score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up,  (full body view:1.3),  (1man, heavy metal guitarist, long hair), standing on a stage, (monster face, blood, thorns in background:1.5), ziprealism, real skin, ray tracing, detail shadow, shot on Fujifilm X-T4,85mm f1.2,sharp focus, <lora:add-detail-xl:1>
    1 men, ((Jesus Christ)), ((Crown of thorns of Ziziphus in head)), perfect face, very long hair, muscled body , (silver and gold armor,) (Celestial glow armor), sword on hands, (Lightning and thunder coming out from the armor) , attack position, front pose, deep neckline, focus in sword, Looking at the sky, shine sky, stars, planets, galaxy, view from above
    social-themed cinematic film still different views of beautiful 1girl chilling in the Birmingham street, award movie still of a (26 year old skinny english punk woman:1.10), punk scooter, 80's movie, full body shot, in front of punk music shop, (clear eyes:1.2), (punk leather jacket:1.3), ruined mascara, shadow eyes, red lips, large anarchy necklace, (punk shirt with thorns, red skirt:1.3), large earrings, many punk assets, multiples tattoos on body, gorgeous lips, (wearing a see through lace lingerie:1.3), stockings, thin, delicate, deciduous, petite, cute, (freckles:1.3), visible areolae, perky breasts, goosebumps, black long hairs, piercings, peoples, looking at viewer, (extremely detailed face:1.2), (extremely detailed eyes:1.2), masterpiece, hyperrealistic, absurdres, full body character design high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.9), (goosebumps:0.5), acne, subsurface scattering, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.5), (goosebumps:0.5), subsurface scattering, RAW candid cinema, 16mm, color graded portra 400 film, remarkable color, ultra realistic, textured skin, remarkable detailed pupils, realistic dull skin noise, visible skin detail, skin fuzz, dry skin, shot with cinematic camera
    A hyper-realistic portrait of our Lord Jesus Christ but reimagined as a female, a beautiful young blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing a crown of thorns, angelic face, with a halo behind her head, soft luminescent light coming from her, photorealistic, Image has a sense of euphoria, wonder and benevolence. She has a sign with her that says “Let there be BUZZ”. Text is clear and well written. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), medium hair, ringlets, red theme, hand on headphones, frills, puffy sleeves, short sleevesneon background, face close up,
    a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    Wonderful woman
You are a dangerous woman
You merge and confuse me
You look for me and then you get lost like this
I don't know love is war or peace
Or collaboration and great participation
Queen of hearts among a thousand colors
You are the most beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of Hearts
I dress you in flowers
I swear to you love but not eternal loyalty
You love me, but you love me, but you love me
Or maybe yes or no, oh, you love me
It happens, all hell happens
Because bitter love is a wonderful and mental sea
And my heart feels bittersweet in my throat
You leave me and then you let yourself go and then come back
Queen of Hearts
Among a thousand colors
You are always more beautiful and my star of the night
Queen of flowers
Love strategist
You move feline with the certainty of your sex
Oh, and you love me, but you love me, but you love me
You say you love me, you don't know if you love me
You love me, you don't love me but you love me
You say you love me you don't know if you love me, uoh
Queen of hearts send me out like this
But pink begets pink
And a thorn begets a thorn
And I live among a thousand temptations
And sinful thoughts
P-p-p-p-why every story
It's a butterfly in swaddling clothes
Which transforms, transforms us
Otherwise it won't grow
And it transforms, it transforms us
Queen of Hearts
pureerosface_v1,DonMS4kur4XL
    (handsome mystical figure:1.5),(covered in dry roses:1.5),thorns,friendly,(gems:1.5),made of dry cracked clay,(night:1.3),(lanterns:0.5),fog,mysterious darkness,in Prague old town street,(golem:0.3),
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
Texture, ornaments and sharp contrasts, 
dust, 
fog, 
Image of very angry face with sharp teeth, 
mysterious character, 
scary,  
dramatic atmosphere,  
Mixture of dark color palette, 
and cold colors, 
lomography, a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    (handsome mystical figure:1.5),(covered in dry roses:1.5),thorns,friendly,(gems:1.8),made of dry cracked clay,(night:1.3),(lanterns:0.5),fog,mysterious darkness,in Prague old town street,(golem:0.3),
    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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
Texture, ornaments and sharp contrasts, 
dust, 
fog, 
Image of very angry face with sharp teeth, 
mysterious character, 
scary,  
dramatic atmosphere,  
Mixture of dark color palette, 
and cold colors, 
lomography, a macro shot photography,  of a rose,  moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent  crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture,  Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    Face of a Horrible shapeshifter shrouded in flowing shadows,  
Texture, ornaments and sharp contrasts, 
dust, 
fog, 
Image of very angry face with sharp teeth, 
mysterious character, 
scary,  
dramatic atmosphere,  
Mixture of dark color palette, 
and cold colors, 
lomography, 
Swirl of colors, a macro shot photography, of a rose, moon rays, scralet light rays, reddish mist coils, gosthly thorns, transluscent flesh, emaciated, beautifull ivory skin, embeded with rubis, rose thorns piercing, blood drops, polished silver crown with scarlet inlays thorny armor, polished silver intricated detailed pieces or elven armor, bioluminescent inlays, ferocious look elven architecture, Tall elven architecture elongated towers and stairways, impactful, original angle, dynamic view, immense, ornate, extremely detailed, imposing, high thin columns sculpted like trees pulsating with a reddish uneasy light, bioluminescent crystal with a scary ambience, realistic lights, realistic appearance, imposing, detailed, perfect photograph, photography, Dark dreams, Horror, Darkness, Eerie reality, hkmagic, elven architecture, Dark dreams, Eerie reality, Horror, Darkness, hkmagic, bioluminescent, glowing
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the 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 desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]
    In the desert's heart, where shadows stretch long,
Lies a village named for the devil-princess' dark song.
Sands burn gold under a merciless sun,
Mountains encircle, their secrets undone.
Stone huts huddle on cracked, arid ground,
Twisting paths through ruins profound.
Walls adorned with ancient, cryptic marks,
Symbols that glow as twilight embarks.
The devil-princess' palace, a citadel of black,
Looms over the village with turrets that crack.
Obsidian towers pierce the cobalt sky,
Reflecting moonlight as night draws nigh.
Cacti with crimson blooms line the streets,
Their thorns sharp, their scent bittersweet.
Ghostly trees with twisted, gnarled limbs,
Stand silent, casting eerie, jagged whims.
An obsidian central fountain, dry as coal,
Surrounded by statues, sullied, unwhole.
Their eyes seem to follow, carved with dread,
Guardians of secrets long since dead.
Crimson banners flap in the wind,
Tattered remnants of sins unpinned.
A serpent path of sharp iron sliver dust,
Leads to the temple of depravity and lust.
Stars above, a devilish dome,
Illuminate this forsaken home.
The village sleeps under the devil-princess' gaze,
Locked in her eternal nightmare, a mystic maze.
[Very wide photograph, (very strong fisheye-lens photograph) , (8k), (uhd) , ((arial downward looking)) intricately detailed, (very detailed background), (multiple exposures overlaid on long exposure), (upsetting)
, 
(( realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism  )) ]

      RealVisXL V5.0

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