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    Satan, depicted with majestic horns and a dark, commanding presence, holding a (severed human head) in his hands, medium: hyper- realistic oil painting, style: reminiscent of the dark Romanticism of artists like Francisco Goya, lighting: dramatic chiaroscuro highlighting the orb and casting deep shadows, colors: dark, rich hues with a focus on reds and blacks, composition: Nikon D850, 45. 7- megapixel, 4k, 70 mm- lens, sharp- focus, f/5. 6, ISO 200, shutter speed 1/60, centered- subject, high- sharpness, depth- of- field, ultra- detailed photography- ar 16:9- v 5. 1- style raw- q 2- s 750

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    long shot scenic professional photograph of The depths of hell, a nightmarish landscape filled with fiery pits, demonic figures, and twisted metal, medium: hyper-realistic photography, style: dark and intense, reminiscent of Iron Maiden's album covers, lighting: harsh red and orange glow from the flames, casting eerie shadows, colors: deep reds, blacks, and metallic grays, composition: Nikon D5, AF-S NIKKOR 14-24mm f/2.8G ED lens, Resolution 20.8 megapixels, ISO sensitivity: 800, Shutter speed 1/60 second, wide-angle shot, high-contrast, depth-of-field, ultra-detailed photography --ar 16:9 --v 5.1 --style raw --q 2 --s 750, perfect viewpoint, highly detailed, wide-angle lens, hyper realistic, with dramatic sky, polarizing filter, natural lighting, vivid colors, everything in sharp focus, HDR, UHD, 64K
    cinematic film still a close up of a statue of a man, flickr, surrealism, in the movie lifeforce (1985), transparent goo, houdini fluid simulation, portrait of rutger hauer, brain in a vat!!!, gif, shaved head, covered in oil <lora:rottingZombies:1> <lora:reelhorror141:1> <lora:bodhor:1> . shallow depth of field, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    A glode of the earth
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    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a funny dream": **Title:** "The Great Sock Rebellion" **Scene:** A surreal, cartoon-inspired bedroom with a giant, fluffy cloud for a ceiling. The walls are painted with bright, swirly patterns like cotton candy. **Main Character:** You (or someone you know) lying in bed, surrounded by chaos. Your face is contorted in a mixture of confusion and amusement as you try to make sense of the absurdity unfolding around you. **Dream Scenario:** * Your feet are surrounded by an army of tiny, mischievous socks that have come to life. They're wearing miniature superhero capes and holding tiny signs with funny slogans like "Toe-tally Unfair" and "Heel-arious Hijinks." * Socks are crawling all over your body, some of them riding on the tips of your fingers like tiny, fluffy ponies. * One particularly bold sock has commandeered a toy airplane (or maybe it's a real one that magically shrunk) and is flying it around your room, doing loop-the-loops and performing acrobatic stunts. * Another group of socks are having a sock puppet show, with some of them playing the roles of drama queens, while others are trying to keep the peace as sock stage managers. * Your toes are laughing so hard they're snorting in surprise, sending shockwaves through your body that make your whole foot area wobble and jiggle like a giant jellyfish. * In the background, there's a surreal cityscape made entirely out of socks - skyscrapers, buildings, even trees and lampposts all constructed from twisted and tangled sock fabric. * The sky above is a deep shade of blue, with fluffy white clouds that look suspiciously like cotton candy. * A giant, goofy-grinned moon is hovering just above the horizon, casting an eerie glow over everything. In this dream, you're floating on a sea of soft, puffy marshmallows, and every so often, a new marshmallow pops up beneath your feet, causing you to jump and giggle like a kid on a sugar high. The air is filled with the sweet scent of toasted marshmallows, making your mouth water and your belly rumble. In the distance, you can see a parade of cartoon characters marching by, each one playing a different instrument - there's a trombone-playing T-Rex, a harmonica-blowing rabbit, and even a ukulele-strumming octopus. They're all wearing funny hats and oversized sunglasses, and they're all singing "The Chicken Dance" in harmony. As you look around, you notice that everything is made of candy - the trees are gummy bears, the grass is peppermint crunch, and the sky is a swirling vortex of rainbow-colored lollipops. You can see giant lollipop clouds drifting lazily by, each one shaped like a different animal (there's a giraffe one with a wonky neck, and a rabbit one with a big fluffy tail). In the distance, you see a city made entirely out of cookies - there are cookie buildings, cookie streets, and even cookie cars driving around. The buildings have candy canes for chimneys and gumdrop-shaped door handles. As you look down at your feet, you notice that they're wearing giant jelly sandals with built-in squirt guns that shoot out rainbow-colored water. You also see a trail of crumbs leading off into the distance, like a path to follow. The sky above is a swirling mix of cotton candy clouds and confetti balloons in every color of the rainbow. There are also fluttering paper airplanes flying around, leaving behind trails of glittery sparks. In the foreground, you see a cartoon-style character (like a cross between SpongeBob and Garfield) with a goofy expression on their face, and arms and legs made out of licorice sticks and jellybeans. They're standing in front of a giant, melting ice cream cone that's dripping with colorful sprinkles. The entire scene is bathed in a warm, golden light, like the sun is shining down from above but it's also slightly distorted, as if it's being filtered through a kaleidoscope. The air is filled with the sweet scent of cotton candy and the sound of happy, bubbly laughter. **Additional details to consider:** * What kind of humor would you like to see in this dream? (e.g. slapstick, witty banter, absurd situations) * Are there any specific characters or creatures that should be included? (e.g. cartoon animals, superheroes, mythical beings) * Would you like the scene to have a sense of chaos and activity, or be more laid-back and surreal? * What kind of textures and patterns would you like to see in this dream world? (e.g. bright colors, pastel hues, abstract shapes) **Some possible interpretations:** 1. A cartoon character is stuck in a never-ending loop of trying to put on a pair of mismatched socks. 2. You're chasing after a runaway chicken that's laying eggs filled with jelly beans instead of eggs. 3. Your cat has become a master chef and is whipping up a batch of "purr-fectly" fluffy pancakes, but the kitchen is filling up with catnip smoke. 4. A giant beach ball is bouncing around you, causing everything to get covered in sticky, colorful goo. 5. You're trying to have a serious discussion with your pet parrot about the meaning of life, but he keeps interrupting you to squawk "Polly wants a cracker!" **Image Prompt:** Title: A Funny Dream Description: Imagine a whimsical illustration that captures the absurdity and humor in this dream. The main character (perhaps a smiling or laughing figure) is surrounded by various elements of this dream, with exaggerated expressions and reactions. **Visual Elements:** * Main Character: Drawn in a playful, cartoonish style, with a bright smile or laugh lines around their eyes. * Background: A fantastical landscape that reflects the silly nature of the dream. For example: + Colors: Vibrant and clashing (e.g., neon pink, electric blue, sunshine yellow). + Textures: Swirly patterns, confetti-like decorations, or fluffy clouds. + Shapes: Wavy lines, zigzags, or geometric shapes in a wonky arrangement. * Key Elements: + A giant banana peel unrolling like a red carpet, leading up to the main character's feet. + A chorus line of dancing chickens, each wearing a different hat (e.g., top hats, fedoras, cowboy hats). + A giant, fluffy cotton candy cloud hovering above the scene, with a goofy face and arms flapping wildly. * Additional Details: + Confetti or balloons floating around the main character's head, with silly strings attached to them that lead to unexpected places (e.g., the chickens' hats, the banana peel). + A "thought bubble" above the main character's head featuring a comical image, such as a cartoonish representation of their brain filled with squiggly lines and question marks. This prompt combines elements of surrealism, absurdity, and playfulness to create a whimsical and humorous dream scenario. The result should be an imaginative and visually striking image that showcases the humor and creativity of the dreamer's subconscious.
    Satan, depicted with majestic horns and a dark, commanding presence, holding a (severed human head) in his hands, medium: hyper-realistic oil painting, style: reminiscent of the dark Romanticism of artists like Francisco Goya, lighting: dramatic chiaroscuro highlighting the orb and casting deep shadows, colors: dark, rich hues with a focus on reds and blacks, composition: Nikon D850, 45.7-megapixel, 4k, 70 mm - lens, sharp - focus, f/5.6, ISO 200, shutter speed 1/60, centered - subject, high-sharpness, depth-of-field, ultra-detailed photography --ar 16:9 --v 5.1 --style raw --q 2 --s 750
    San Francisco skyline in the Star Trek future, medium: photo hyper-realism, style: inspired by the utopian vision of Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek universe, lighting: soft, ambient light from futuristic buildings and starships, colors: vibrant blues, silvers, and neon hues, composition: shot with a Leica SL2-S, Vario-Elmarit-SL 24-70 f/2.8 ASPH lens, Resolution 24.6 megapixels, ISO sensitivity: 100,000, Shutter speed: 1/8000 second, panoramic view capturing Starfleet Headquarters and hovering starships, high sharpness and intricate detailing --ar 16:9 --v 5.1 --style raw --q 2 --s 750
    train entering a tunnel
    Satan, depicted with majestic horns and a dark, commanding presence, holding a (severed human head) in his hands, medium: hyper-realistic oil painting, style: reminiscent of the dark Romanticism of artists like Francisco Goya, lighting: dramatic chiaroscuro highlighting the orb and casting deep shadows, colors: dark, rich hues with a focus on reds and blacks, composition: Nikon D850, 45.7-megapixel, 4k, 70 mm - lens, sharp - focus, f/5.6, ISO 200, shutter speed 1/60, centered - subject, high-sharpness, depth-of-field, ultra-detailed photography, studio lighting, 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
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Unending Descent into Madness" **Setting:** A dark, twisted forest with gnarled trees that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with the stench of decay and death. **Main Character:** A lone figure (perhaps a young adult or older) who appears to be in their late teens or early twenties. They are dressed in tattered, worn-out clothing that seems to have been ripped apart by some unseen force. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, despair, and desperation. **The Nightmare:** * The character's eyes are wide open, staring at something just out of frame (perhaps a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows). * They are running or trying to run, but their legs seem stuck in place, as if they're trapped in quicksand. * Their arms are flailing wildly, as if trying to ward off an unseen attacker. * A dark, misty fog is swirling around them, obscuring any details beyond a few feet. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. * In the distance (perhaps just out of frame), a hulking figure looms, its features indistinct due to the mist. This could be a grotesque creature, a demon, or some other monstrous entity. * Strange, glowing symbols etch themselves across the character's skin, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. These may be words, runes, or hieroglyphs that seem to shift and writhe like living things. * The ground beneath the character is spongy, uneven, and seems to writhe and twist in ways that defy gravity. This could be a twisted, nightmarish version of a familiar landscape (e.g., a haunted forest, a ravaged cityscape, or some other unsettling environment). * Aspects of the dreamer's own psyche seem to seep into the nightmare world: fragments of their memories, thoughts, and emotions are manifesting as twisted, grotesque creatures that lurk in the shadows, watching with cold, calculating eyes. * The air is thick with an eerie, pulsating mist that seems to carry the stench of decay and rot. This noxious fog obscures the details of the nightmare world, making it impossible for the dreamer (or any observer) to fully comprehend what's happening. Here are some specific visual elements you could include in your artwork: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers * A figure in the distance, perhaps a distorted version of yourself or someone you love, being chased by a horde of grotesque creatures (e.g. giant spiders, razor-toothed bats, etc.) * The ground is cracked and barren, with strange symbols etched into the stone that seem to pulse with a malevolent energy * In the sky above, there's a sickly yellow haze that casts an eerie glow over everything, making it hard to distinguish what's real and what's just a product of your fevered imagination * The air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh and decay, and you can hear distant screams or moans that seem to be coming from all directions * A figure looms in the background - perhaps a giant, twisted version of someone you know, or something entirely monstrous. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as if it's watching you with cold calculation. * The ground beneath your feet is slick and treacherous, like ice, but covered in a fine layer of dust that makes every step feel like a betrayal. You can't shake the feeling that at any moment, the earth will give way beneath you, sending you tumbling into some abyssal void. **Image prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a dark, mist-shrouded forest, the trees looming above you like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and rot. In front of you, a twisted, gnarled path stretches out like a serpent, its surface cracked and fissured like the earth's own skin. As you gaze down this eerie thoroughfare, you notice that it seems to be... shifting. The cracks are spreading, the very ground beneath your feet appearing to writhe and contort like a living thing in agony. You can feel the darkness emanating from the path, a palpable malevolence that makes your skin crawl. Above, the sky is a sickly shade of green, like bile or pus, and it seems to be... dripping. Yes, droplets of some viscous substance are falling from the heavens like a ghastly rain, each one landing with a wet, squelching sound on the forest floor. The air is thick with the stench of rot and corruption. As you gaze upon this horrific scene, you notice that the trees themselves seem to be... twisted. Their branches are long and sinuous, like grasping fingers, and their leaves are a deep, bloodless crimson. The trunks of the trees appear to be... melting, like wax in a furnace, revealing dark, glistening cavities within. In the distance, you see a figure emerging from the darkness. It's tall and gaunt, with eyes that glow like embers from a dying fire. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins that seem to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. The figure moves with an unnatural gait, as if it's being pulled through the shadows by some unseen force. As you watch in frozen terror, the figure begins to... change. Its features stretch and contort, like rubber being pulled taut. Its eyes grow larger, its skin turns a sickly shade of green, and its mouth opens into a maw of razor-sharp teeth. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is being warped by the creature's presence. In the background, the dreamer's bedroom appears to be... melting away. The walls seem to dissolve like wax in a furnace, revealing twisted metal beams and exposed wiring that writhe like living serpents. The bed sheets are stained with dark crimson blotches, as if the dreamer has been bleeding out their very soul. The nightmare creature, now fully formed, towers over the bed, its eyes glowing like hot coals as it reaches out with long, bony fingers to claim the dreamer's screaming form. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the sound of screams and shattering glass fills the air. In the distance, the walls of the bedroom seem to stretch on forever, a never-ending maze of twisted metal and dripping wet stone that appears to be... swallowing the entire scene whole. The darkness seems to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, as if it's feeding off the fear and terror emanating from the nightmare creature. The atmosphere is heavy with an sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart at the seams. The dreamer's screams are drowned out by the cacophony of sounds: shattering glass, crunching bone, and the distant howling of... something else, lurking just beyond the edge of perception. **Visual Elements:** 1. **The Nightmare Creature:** A twisted, elongated figure with multiple limbs, each one ending in a grasping, claw-like hand. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to shift and writhe like living serpents. The creature's face is a grotesque parody of human features: sunken eyes, a twisted mouth, and skin that appears to be stretched taut over its skull. 2. **Darkness and Shadows:** The nightmare takes place in a dark, foreboding environment with long shadows cast by the flickering light of candles or lanterns. The air is thick with an unseen, palpable malevolence that seems to seep from every crevice and corner. 3. **The Nightmare's Setting:** A decrepit, abandoned asylum or hospital, with peeling paint, rusty medical equipment, and a general sense of decay and neglect. Walls are cracked, floors creak beneath your feet, and the overall atmosphere is one of dread and unease. 4. **The Nightmare's Imagery:** Imagine yourself standing in the center of this forsaken place, surrounded by an eerie silence. The walls seem to be closing in on you, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. Every creak of the floorboards sounds like a scream, every flicker of the candles' flames like a mocking laugh. In the distance, the figure of a woman (or man, or child - it's up to your imagination) begins to take shape. Her face is deathly pale, her eyes black as coal, and her skin gray as the stone walls that surround you. Her mouth is twisted into a grotesque grin, revealing jagged teeth stained with rust. Her arms are outstretched, like skeletal fingers reaching for you. The air around her seems to distort, as if reality itself is warping and bending to accommodate her monstrous presence. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, illuminating the dark surroundings in a sickly yellow hue that makes your skin crawl. In the background, dark clouds churn with an eerie, pulsing light, like a living thing devouring the stars above. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, making your stomach turn. Every so often, a faint whisper echoes through the darkness: "You'll never wake up..." or "I've been waiting for you..." The nightmare's protagonist (you) lies in a tangled mess of twisted sheets
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Missing Falling": **Title:** "The Gravity Gap" **Visual Description:** Imagine a dark, eerie forest where the trees are twisted and gnarled, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching up towards the sky. In the center of this foreboding landscape, a massive chasm stretches out, its edges crumbling and unstable. The ground around it is cracked and barren, as if the very earth itself has been torn apart. In the distance, a figure tumbles through the air, their body contorted in a futile attempt to arrest their fall. Their arms and legs are splayed at impossible angles, like a rag doll dropped from a great height. Time seems to have slowed around them, as if they're trapped in a perpetual moment of weightlessness. The falling person's face is frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide with terror as they realize the gravity – literally – has given way. Their clothes are tattered and fluttering, like torn flags in a hurricane. The surrounding air is thick with dust and debris, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. In the background, the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple, like the belly of some ancient beast awakening from a long slumber. Clouds twist and writhe like serpents, their tendrils reaching out to ensnare the falling figure. The landscape below is a jumbled mess of broken buildings, shattered trees, and twisted metal – as if the earth itself has been torn asunder. The overall mood of this image prompt is one of apocalyptic dread, with a sense of weightlessness and disorientation. The viewer should feel like they're trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from the crushing gravity that's pulling everything down. Composition: * The main focus of the piece should be on the falling figure, with plenty of negative space around them to emphasize their isolation. * The sky above should dominate the top third of the image, with dark clouds and twisted lightning bolts adding to the sense of unease. * The earth below should be depicted as a twisted, nightmarish landscape – think jagged rocks, twisted tree roots, and shattered glass. The viewer's eye should be drawn to the figure's descent into this chaos. * Lighting: Use a combination of warm and cool colors to create an eerie glow. Consider using flickering candles or lanterns scattered throughout the image to add to the sense of unease. **Image Prompt:** "A Nightmare About Missing Falling" **Composition:** The majority of the image should be consumed by a dark, swirling vortex that seems to be pulling everything towards it. In the center of this whirlpool, a figure (perhaps a person or an object) is depicted in mid-descent, as if they're being sucked down into the abyss. **The Falling Figure:** This central figure should be distorted, elongated, and twisted in ways that defy gravity's laws. Their limbs could be stretched out like rubber bands, while their face contorts into a mix of fear, confusion, and resignation. The figure's features might be blurred or disfigured, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. **The Vortex:** The swirling vortex should be depicted in vivid, chaotic colors - think purples, blues, and greens - with tendrils of darkness curling outward like grasping fingers. It could be surrounded by a halo of flickering lights or eerie, pulsing orbs that seem to be pulling the figure down. **The Falling:** In the background, imagine a cityscape or landscape in disarray, with buildings crumbling, trees snapping, and debris crashing to the ground. The once-solid earth might now resemble a loose, sandy dune, as if everything is about to give way. You could also include wispy clouds that seem to be unraveling like cotton candy, or a dark, foreboding storm cloud looming on the horizon. **The Figure:** In the foreground, picture a person (perhaps the protagonist of this nightmare) with their arms and legs splayed out in every direction, as if they're trying to catch themselves mid-fall. Their face might be contorted in a mixture of shock, fear, and despair, with tears streaming down their cheeks. **The Missing:** Notice that the figure's body is slowly disappearing into thin air, leaving only a faint outline or ghostly impression behind. The more they struggle to hold onto something - anything - the more it seems to vanish, like sand between their fingers. Their clothes might be tattered and fluttering away in the windless void. **The Falling:** Envision the surrounding environment as a seemingly endless expanse of grayish-blue mist, with wispy tendrils curling out from the center like tentacles. The air is heavy with an eerie, static electricity that makes your skin prickle. Amidst this featureless nothingness, tiny, glowing specks - like lost sparks from a forgotten firework - begin to fall, dropping from the "sky" (if you can even call it that) like tears of the heavens. **Additional Details:** * The protagonist's face is contorted in a mixture of fear and desperation, their eyes wide with a sense of disbelieving horror. * Their body language conveys the feeling that they're trying to grasp something just out of reach, with arms stretched up and outwards like a diver about to break the surface tension. * The air around them appears to be distorted, as if reality itself is bending and warping in response to their distress. Flickering, eerie shadows dance across their skin, making it seem like they're being slowly consumed by the abyss of nothingness. * In the distance, a faint, flickering light - perhaps from a dying candle or a forgotten lantern - casts an otherworldly glow, illuminating the protagonist's anguished face and casting long, ominous shadows on the ground around them. **Image Prompt:** "A dreamer stands at the edge of a precipice, arms outstretched like a diver on the cusp of a great leap. But instead of water, they're poised above a seemingly endless expanse of nothingness - no ground, no air, just a void that seems to yawn open like a hungry mouth. The dreamer's face is contorted in a mix of terror and desperation as they realize their footing has given way beneath them, and they're now teetering on the brink of falling into the abyss. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, like the first hint of dawn after a long, dark night. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, like the very fabric of reality is unraveling before their eyes. In the distance, the dreamer sees a glimmer of something - could it be hope? A faint light flickering like a firefly's glow, beckoning them towards... what? The ground beneath their feet has become a tangled mess of thorny vines and twisted roots, making every step feel like a struggle to stay upright. The air is filled with the whispers of forgotten memories and half-remembered fears. As they look down into the void, they see a swirling maelstrom of shadows and silhouettes, like dark tendrils reaching up to ensnare them. Is it a descent into madness or a quest for answers? Image prompt: Imagine a dreamlike scenario where you're standing at the edge of a vast, crumbling cliffside. The air is thick with an otherworldly mist that seems to writhe and twist around your ankles like living vines. Below, the ground gives way to a seemingly endless expanse of darkness, punctuated by flashes of eerie light. In the distance, you see the faint outline of buildings, their walls crumbling like sandcastles in the wind. The sky above is a sickly yellow-green hue, with clouds that seem to be actively unraveling themselves like tapestries torn asunder. As you gaze out at this desolate landscape, you notice that the air around you begins to distort and ripple like water on a summer day. The mist coils tighter, forming what looks like grasping fingers or tendrils of some unseen force. Suddenly, tiny, swirling clouds form in mid-air, each containing miniature versions of yourself - small, desperate, and terrified. These mini-you's are frantically trying to grab at the air around you, as if attempting to claw their way back up into your body. Meanwhile, the ground beneath your feet begins to dissolve like sugar in a cup of coffee. You feel it happening, but can't quite grasp what's happening - it's as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling before your eyes. Now, imagine that this entire surreal scene is unfolding within a dream. You're lying in bed, and in your sleep-addled brain, you're concocting this bizarre, disorienting nightmare about missing falling. **Image Prompt:** In the foreground, create a dark, misty atmosphere with faint outlines of buildings and trees in the distance. The ground is a swirling vortex of gray and black, like a whirlpool sucking everything down into its depths. In the center of the image, depict yourself standing at the edge of this churning void, your back to us (the viewer). Your arms are outstretched, as if you're trying to grasp something or hold onto your sanity. Your face is contorted in a mix of fear, confusion, and desperation. Around you, the air is filled with scraps of paper, each one bearing a single word or phrase that seems to be blowing away into the void: "Falling", "Missing", "Down", "Lost", "Freefall". These scraps are depicted as being swept up by an unseen force, as if they're being pulled towards the
    James Dean as Superman ((--in the style of the 1960's television,tv))
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    San Francisco skyline in the Star Trek future, medium: photo hyper-realism, style: inspired by the utopian vision of Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek universe, lighting: soft, ambient light from futuristic buildings and starships, colors: vibrant blues, silvers, and neon hues, composition: shot with a Leica SL2-S, Vario-Elmarit-SL 24-70 f/2.8 ASPH lens, Resolution 24.6 megapixels, ISO sensitivity: 100,000, Shutter speed: 1/8000 second, panoramic view capturing Starfleet Headquarters and hovering starships, high sharpness and intricate detailing --ar 16:9 --v 5.1 --style raw --q 2 --s 750
    Rugged Alaskan landscape, towering mountains with snow-capped peaks, foreground filled with lush pine trees, medium: ultra-high-resolution photography, style: vibrant and colorful like the works of Thomas Mangelsen, lighting: golden hour with a warm glow on the mountains, colors: rich blues, whites, and earthy greens, composition: Canon EOS 5D Mark IV DSLR camera, EF 24-70mm f/2.8L II USM lens, Resolution 30.4 megapixels, ISO sensitivity: 100, Shutter speed 1/125 second, panoramic view, intricate detailing, long exposure time, f/8, balanced front-lighting, award-winning photograph --ar 16:9 --v 5.1 --style raw --q 2 --s 750
    old Harrison Ford as superman,portrait, realistic,32k,8k,hdr
    Rugged Alaskan landscape, towering mountains with snow-capped peaks, foreground filled with lush pine trees, medium: ultra-high-resolution photography, style: vibrant and colorful like the works of Thomas Mangelsen, lighting: golden hour with a warm glow on the mountains, colors: rich blues, whites, and earthy greens, composition: Canon EOS 5D Mark IV DSLR camera, EF 24-70mm f/2.8L II USM lens, Resolution 30.4 megapixels, ISO sensitivity: 100, Shutter speed 1/125 second, panoramic view, intricate detailing, long exposure time, f/8, balanced front-lighting, award-winning photograph --ar 16:9 --v 5.1 --style raw --q 2 --s 750
    Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Interacting with Deceased Loved Ones": **Title:** "Echoes of the Past" **Scene:** A dark, misty forest at dusk. The air is thick with an eerie fog that makes it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you. **Main Character:** You are the protagonist, standing alone in the midst of this unsettling landscape. Your face is twisted in a mixture of fear and confusion as you realize you're not alone. **Deceased Loved Ones:** The mist begins to clear, revealing the ghostly apparitions of your deceased loved ones: Grandma Agnes, Great-Aunt Lily, Uncle Jack, and Cousin Emma. They stand before you, their faces worn by time and loss, yet still radiating a warm, loving energy. **Interactions:** As you gaze upon these ethereal figures, you're met with a sense of longing and nostalgia. You reach out to touch Grandma Agnes's wispy hair, only to have her hand fade through yours like mist. Great-Aunt Lily whispers secrets in your ear, her voice barely audible over the rustling of dry leaves. Uncle Jack offers you a warm smile and a gentle pat on the back, as if trying to reassure you everything will be okay. **Environmental Details:** * The scene takes place within a dimly lit, old-growth forest, where twisted tree branches form an eerie canopy above. * The ground beneath is covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, crunching beneath your feet like fragile bones. * In the distance, you see a misty veil separating the living from the dead, as if marking the boundary between worlds. * Strange, glowing orbs hover near the tree trunks, casting an otherworldly light on the scene. **Additional Notes:** * The interaction with deceased loved ones should be bittersweet, filled with both joy and sorrow. You may see them as they once were in life, but also as they have changed since passing away. * Consider the emotions you want to convey through this image. Is it a sense of longing, nostalgia, or unease? * Think about how you can incorporate symbolism into your artwork to enhance its emotional impact. **Example Image:** Imagine standing in a dimly lit, misty forest, surrounded by the whispers and murmurs of loved ones who have passed away. Your grandmother, who always smelled like fresh baked cookies, stands before you, her eyes sunken and her skin pale as the moon. Her voice is barely audible, but it's enough to make your heart ache with longing. To the side of her stands your childhood best friend, his bright blue eyes now dulled, his smile faded. He speaks in hushed tones, telling stories of their adventures together, but his words are laced with a melancholy that chills you to the bone. In front of them lies a river of forgotten memories, its surface ripples and churns like a living thing. The water's edge is lined with candles, their flames dancing in the breeze like the whispers of the dead. Behind your loved ones, dark trees loom, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers. The leaves rustle with an otherworldly sighing that sends shivers down your spine. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, as if night itself has come to claim the land of memories. In this nightmare, you are forced to interact with deceased loved ones who appear as they did in life, but their presence is accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. Your loved ones seem to be trapped between worlds, their eyes haunted by a longing to communicate with the living. Your task is to create a detailed image that captures the essence of this nightmare. Use your skills to bring this haunting scene to life through your artwork. **Image Requirements:** 1. The image should be a combination of traditional media (watercolor, acrylic, or oil) and digital painting. 2. The main subject of the image is you, interacting with deceased loved ones in a dark, eerie atmosphere. 3. The deceased loved ones should appear as they did in life, but their presence should be accompanied by an unsettling, eerie atmosphere that makes it impossible for you to feel at ease. 4. Use a mix of warm and cool colors to create a sense of unease and discomfort. 5. Incorporate symbolic elements to represent the emotional turmoil and sense of disconnection from the living world. 6. The image should evoke a sense of sadness, longing, and fear. **Image Prompt:** Title: "Echoes of Memory" Description: Imagine yourself standing in a desolate, overgrown graveyard at dusk. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, like a canvas painted by the hand of a morbid artist. Before you lies the grave of your grandmother, whose passing has left an unfillable void in your life. As you approach the weathered headstone, you notice that the grass around it appears to be growing in strange, unnatural patterns - as if the very earth itself is trying to reach out and touch the stone. Suddenly, the air seems to vibrate with the whispers of loved ones who have passed on. Your grandmother's gentle voice carries through the misty atmosphere, calling out your name. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that she is standing before you, her eyes - those warm, loving eyes - fixed upon yours. But there's something... off about this reunion. Your grandmother's smile seems to be tinged with a hint of sadness, and the way her eyes seem to bore into yours makes you feel like an insect under a microscope. You try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat like a bird trying to escape its cage. The scene is set in a dimly lit, fog-shrouded cemetery, where the headstones are covered in moss and lichen, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long. As you stand there, frozen in terror, your grandmother begins to move closer, her voice growing louder, more insistent... (more details below)** **Image Prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a fog-shrouded cemetery, surrounded by crumbling headstones and overgrown with moss and lichen. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The sky above is a sickly yellow color, like the glow from a lantern left burning too long. You're not alone. Your deceased loved ones, once familiar and comforting, now loom before you like specters. Their faces are pale, their eyes sunken, and their skin feels cold to the touch. They move towards you with an unsettling slowness, their whispers growing louder, more urgent... Your grandmother, whose cooking was always a source of comfort, approaches you first. Her eyes, once warm and loving, now seem empty, her smile twisted into a macabre grin. She reaches out a bony hand, her fingers grasping for yours. Next to arrive is your father, his face etched with lines of worry and concern. His voice, once filled with warmth and reassurance, now carries an unsettling cadence, like the creaking of old wooden doors. He touches your shoulder, his cold flesh sending shivers down your spine... Your deceased best friend, Rachel, appears last, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She whispers secrets in your ear, her hot breath making you recoil in horror. Her hand, once so warm and comforting, now feels like ice... Imagine yourself standing in a dark, abandoned cemetery at midnight. The moon casts an eerie glow on the crumbling headstones, as if it's trying to illuminate the secrets of the dead. You're surrounded by an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the distant howling of wolves or the faint creaking of trees. As you begin to interact with your deceased loved ones, they start to take on a life-like quality. Your father's eyes seem to sparkle with warmth and kindness once more. Your mother's smile returns, and her voice is filled with the same loving tone it always held when she was alive. However, as you continue to talk and laugh with them, the atmosphere starts to shift. The moon begins to hide behind thick clouds, casting an unsettling gloom over the cemetery. The headstones start to crack and crumble, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. The air grows colder, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from just beyond the edge of your perception. You try to brush it off as mere unease, but deep down, you know that the veil between worlds is thinning, and the living and dead are starting to bleed together. In this nightmare, the deceased loved ones seem to be stuck in a perpetual state of limbo, unable to move on or find peace. They're trapped in this twilight realm, reliving memories of their lives with you, but unable to communicate effectively due to the limitations of the afterlife. As you navigate this eerie landscape, you stumble upon a decrepit old mansion that seems to be the focal point of the dream. The walls are cracked and crumbling, the floorboards creak beneath your feet, and the air is thick with the stench of decay. You push open the door to find yourself in a grand ballroom filled with the ghosts of loved ones past. They're all dressed in their finest attire from years gone by, their faces pale and gaunt as they float about the room. As you look around, you
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