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    ORIGINAL PROMPT: surreal psychedelic minimal archigram of a woman surfing the cosmos rule of thirds composition. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used

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    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (basil wolverton:1.4), as a (stained glass:1.6). A surrealistic depiction of a random fantasy scene of the steampunk genre. complex patterns. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (basil wolverton:1.4), as a (stained glass:1.6). In the heart of a forsaken metropolis, where the once-majestic spires now pierced the smog-choked sky like jagged shards of splintered bone, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. The air was heavy with the weight of forgotten history, the whispers of which rustled through the labyrinthine alleys like a malevolent entity stirring from its slumber.
    A beautifully illustrated Trading Card featuring an alien life form on some far off exoplanet. The Mirage Stalker is a shape-shifting predator adapted to the shimmering desert plains of a sun-scorched exoplanet. Its body is semi-liquid, composed of a gel-like material that refracts light, allowing it to mimic its surroundings with uncanny precision. Typically, it appears as a shimmering, distorted outline, like a heat mirage, until it solidifies to strike. Six spindly, retractable limbs end in crystalline claws capable of piercing rock. Its head is a featureless oval with a single, kaleidoscopic eye that disorients prey with hypnotic patterns. Feeding by enveloping its victims, the Stalker leaves only faint, glass-like remains—a haunting testament to its ethereal presence. The Trading Card background portrays the life forms environment, and fills the entire image area. The card features a filigree, minimalist Art Deco border with interlocking geometric lines rendered in metallic sfumato colors that subtly catch and reflect light. The border is entirely transparent, with no background fill, allowing the card’s main background to be visible through the design. Its delicate, unobtrusive pattern enhances the card’s refined appearance, evoking the timeless elegance and sophistication associated with the Art Deco era. The bottom of the card shows a simple yet elegant placard that bears the name "Mirage Stalker" in small, Art Deco lettering.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: Muted colors and delicate brushstrokes typical of traditional Japanese art, emphasizing the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of nature.Granny having fun with the flame thrower. Use a wide-angle environmental panoramic view. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used. <lora:cg_concept_style:0.64> <lora:dr_diffusion_negative-detail_enhancer_pnte_2_0:-0.42>
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: A photograph. A shrouded techno-mage, wearing a travel cloak of bright multi-colored fabric of a complex design, and sturdy walking boots. They are walking through the slums of a futuristic dystopian city street. The mage is tall, slender, and dangerous looking. He carries an intricate metallic staff, 7 feet in length, covered with complex symbols. wide-angle environmental view. PRODUCTION PROMPT: A photograph. A slender techno-mage clad in a brightly patterned travel cloak navigates the grimy alleys of a dystopian metropolis, his imposing figure contrasting sharply with the squalid surroundings, as he strides confidently with long stride, staff held proudly at 7-foot length and emblazoned with mysterious runes. wide-angle environmental view.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (david downton:1.4), as a (fujicolor pro 400h:1.6). A surrealistic Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (david downton:1.4), as a (fujicolor pro 400h:1.6). In a desolate realm where twilight reigns, a lone tree stands as if kissed by the setting sun, its branches twisted and gnarled like a chorus of withered fingers grasping for the heavens. The air is heavy with an otherworldly mist that clings to the skin like a damp shroud, imbuing all it touches with a sense of forgotten memories and half-forgotten dreams. A faint glow emanates from the depths of the tree's trunk, where the bark seems to writhe and pulse like a living entity. In the background, a cityscape rises from the mist-shrouded earth, its buildings crumbling and worn like bones, as if nature has claimed them back after an eternal slumber. Towering spires pierce the sky, shrouded in a perpetual veil of mist, their delicate tips reaching for the darkness that gathers on the horizon. To one side, a band of creatures gather around a central altar, where human bones are arranged in a macabre ritual dance. Their faces aglow with ethereal light, they chant ancient incantations as they weave a tapestry of forbidden knowledge and forgotten lore. In their midst, a single figure stands apart – a lone survivor of this ravaged world, whose weary eyes seem to hold the weight of countless worlds yet unexplored. As dusk deepens, the tree's glow intensifies, casting an eerie radiance over the assembly, and bathing them all in its holy, mystical light. In this sacred moment, time seems to bend and warp, allowing us a glimpse into realms both ancient and unseen – realms where myth and legend dance with reality itself.
    style of keiichi tanaami, done as a circuit diagram. A refined version of the input prompt could be: Depict a refined and elegant female figure from the steampunk era, with intricate details that showcase the era's unique blend of Victorian flair and industrial innovation. Focus on capturing the essence of her character in this portrait: she sits poised, surrounded by lush greenery and exotic flowers, as if enjoying a serene afternoon stroll. Her style is characterized by a wide-brimmed hat adorned with feathers, brass accents, and other decorative elements that reflect her affinity for science and adventure. Most striking are the colorful goggles perched on her eyes, adding an air of whimsy and intelligence to her expressive features. The goggles' lenses glimmer with a subtle sheen, hinting at the innovative technology hidden beneath the surface.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: human flower sprouting surrealism surrealistic fantastic whimsical illustration poster by Brian Froud PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used. <lora:cg_concept_style:0.64> <lora:dr_diffusion_negative-detail_enhancer_pnte_2_0:-0.42>
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: A Japanese exorcist removing Yōkai from a forest temple. Use a wide-angle environmental panoramic view. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used. <lora:cg_concept_style:0.34> <lora:dr_diffusion_negative-detail_enhancer_pnte_2_0:-0.42>
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (godmachine:1.4), as a (fujicolor pro 400h:1.6). An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Post-Apocalyptic genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (godmachine:1.4), as a (fujicolor pro 400h:1.6). A ravaged, barren wasteland stretches out into the desolate horizon, with twisted, charred remains of once-majestic skyscrapers standing as haunting monoliths to a long-lost civilization. In the foreground, a lone figure, shrouded in tattered and blood-stained clothing, stands hunched over a makeshift campfire, their face obscured by a torn mask, casting an air of foreboding uncertainty.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (patrick seymour:1.4), as a (wabi sabi:1.6). A surrealistic Low Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (pat bagley:1.4), as a (chemical structure:1.6). An evocative and detailed Arthurian Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (pat bagley:1.4), as a (chemical structure:1.6). A lone figure stands at the edge of a mist-shrouded forest, gazing out upon a vast, moonlit lake that stretches towards the distant, snow-capped peak of Mount Corbenic. The silhouette of a ancient, gnarled tree rises behind them, its twisted branches tangled with ethereal vines and glinting silver lights. To their left, the outline of a rusted, mythical war steed stands guard, its mane shimmering like starlight in the fading light. In the foreground, a delicate, filigree-patterned wooden boat bobs gently on the lake's surface, as if poised to carry the figure across to a distant, mist-shrouded isle.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (krenz cushart:1.4), as a (pen and ink:1.6). A Figurative surreal depiction of going from the sublime to the ridiculous, in a random scene containing complex objects that best depicts the Steampunk genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used. <lora:cg_concept_style:0.20>
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: a colorful digital artwork of a woman's head and branches, in the style of haunting houses, graceful surrealism, depictions of urban life, dark sky-blue and orange, portraitures with hidden meanings, caricature-like illustrations, metropolis meets nature PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used. <lora:cg_concept_style:0.64> <lora:dr_diffusion_negative-detail_enhancer_pnte_2_0:-0.42>
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (H. R. Giger:1.4), as a (scraperboard art:1.6). A provocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Tragedy genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (greg staples:1.4), as a (intaglio:1.6). A mysterious and alluring woman, dressed in lavish black and red attire, stands before an opulent backdrop of Art Nouveau elegance. Her piercing gray eyes gleam under the soft glow of cinematic lighting, accentuating her innocent beauty amidst an aura of seduction. The photograph, reminiscent of fine art masters like Chuck Close and Stanley Artgerm Lau, masterfully blends organic and mechanical elements to evoke a dystopian yet surreal world. PRODUCTION PROMPT: Original prompt was used.
    An older, battle-hardened space cowboy stands at the edge of a dusty, barren terrain on a distant planet, gazing out into the vast expanse of the alien sky with a mix of weariness and wonder. His weathered face is set in a determined expression, with deep creases etched by years of experience and countless close calls. A well-worn, beat-up cowboy hat clings to his head, its brim frayed and singed from years of exposure to the unforgiving radiation of the Rim Worlds. By his side trots an Akita, a loyal and trusty companion who has been with him through thick and thin on countless missions. The dog's coat is matted and dirty, but its eyes still shine bright with a fierce intelligence and devotion to its master. As the cowboy bends down to scratch the dog behind the ears, his worn leather jacket flapping open to reveal a pair of battered, scuffed-up boots that have seen their fair share of adventure. The air around them is thick with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of space itself has been woven from the threads of countless battles and narrow escapes.
    As the twin suns of the outer rim set over the dusty horizon, a lone figure clad in tattered leather and denim emerged from the worn-out landscape, his weathered Stetson clutched tightly to his broad face. Beside him trotted a small, rugged companion - a Welsh Corgi with a flaxen coat and ears as perked up as a satellite dish, its tail wagging furiously as it sniffed out hidden dangers in the ravaged terrain. The bounty hunter, a grizzled veteran of countless hunts and shootouts, moved with a practiced ease, his worn boots kicking up clouds of reddish dust. His companion yapped nervously at his side, sensing the tension coiled beneath its master's battle-hardened exterior. As they traversed the desolate landscape, their footsteps echoed across the stillness, sending ripples through the eerie silence that hung like a shroud over the Rim Worlds. With each step, the bounty hunter's eyes scanned the horizon, his gaze locked onto hidden vantages and concealed threats, ever vigilant for the slightest hint of danger. The air was thick with the acrid tang of smoke and ozone, the stench of burning circuits and scorched metal wafting on the solar winds. His companion sniffed at these fumes, tail twitching as it homed in on a particular scent - the unmistakable aroma of fugitive fuel. As they journeyed deeper into the unknown expanse of the Rim Worlds, this unlikely duo forged an unspoken bond, forged from countless battles and shared hardships. Together, they braved the unforgiving vastness of space, navigating by instinct and experience as much as any hard-won chart or navigational data.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (josh agle:1.4), as a (thai puppet theater:1.6). A surrealistic depiction of a random fantasy scene of the seapunk genre. complex patterns. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (josh agle:1.4), as a (thai puppet theater:1.6). In the mist-shrouded alleys of a forgotten seaside city, where time itself seemed to be unraveling like a tattered sail, the fantastical creatures of the seapunk realm converged in a mesmerizing tapestry of wonder. Amidst this swirling vortex of colors and textures, a lone figure stood poised at the edge of reality. The subject's face was a study in contrasts – pale skin kissed by hints of moonlit luminescence, yet pockmarked with intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to shift like the shifting sands of a mystical shoreline. Eyes that shone like polished opals pierced the veil of the ordinary, imbuing the surrounding environment with an air of enchantment. A sprinkling of iridescent scales glimmered along the edges of their eyelids, like the first hints of dawn breaking over a shimmering sea. The seapunk's attire was a dazzling amalgam of elegance and whimsy – tattered finery that seemed to be held together by threads of starlight and possibility. A magnificent cloak, woven from a strange, ethereal material that defied the conventional bounds of reality, billowed behind them like a spectral ship on the high seas. The folds of the garment were embroidered with an intricate pattern of gears, cogs, and other mystical machinery, pulsating with an energy that seemed to harmonize the discordant frequencies of the surrounding environment. As the light danced across the seapunk's features, the very fabric of reality appeared to bend and warp in response – buildings twisted like driftwood, seaweed-wreathed statues lurched into motion, and the shadows themselves seemed to take on a life of their own. The air was alive with an almost palpable sense of possibility, as if the universe itself was being rewritten according to the whims of this fantastical seapunk. In the midst of this whirlwind, the subject's gaze became fixed upon some unseen horizon – a point where the boundaries between dreams and reality seemed to blur into a seamless whole. The eye followed their line of sight, and with it, the very fabric of existence began to unfold like a great, unrolled scroll – revealing hidden truths, ancient mysteries, and untold wonders waiting to be discovered in the limitless expanse of the seapunk realm.
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