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    The portrait is a stunning piece of award-winning photography, employing the technique of double exposure to create a surreal and captivating image. The central figure is a middle-aged woman with striking features, her face partially obscured by a cascade of raven-black hair. The double exposure blends her visage with a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds, adding an ominous and powerful element to the composition. The background is an eerie forest, with twisted, barren trees reaching up like skeletal fingers. The lighting is low key, with stark contrasts between light and shadow, emphasizing the dramatic contours of her face and the ghostly forest. Shadows play across her features, creating an almost haunted look, while subtle artistic elements like faint, superimposed images of crows in flight add to the surreal atmosphere. The perspective is slightly angled from below, enhancing the sense of dominance and mystery. The mood is intensely dark and edgy, evoking a blend of fear, awe, and intrigue.
    landscape, scary sunset by Kim Jung Gi, Caspar David Friedrich, layered composition, complex composition, magnificent masterpiece, stunning, deep colors, intricate line-work, fear, noir
    photo of a tiny, anthropomorphic ice cream cone creature with a face full of fear and scream. Above it there is a speech bubbule that say "Don't lick me!". The ice cream cone, with its eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. The creature has a small hat and is about to be eaten by a large spoon, creating a sense of impending doom. The background is pastel-colored and has a vintage feel to it, giving the scene a playful and nostalgic touch.
    landscape, scary sunset by Kim Jung Gi, Caspar David Friedrich, layered composition, complex composition, magnificent masterpiece, stunning, deep colors, intricate line-work, fear, noir
    The portrait is a stunning piece of award-winning photography, employing the technique of double exposure to create a surreal and captivating image. The central figure is a middle-aged woman with striking features, her face partially obscured by a cascade of raven-black hair. The double exposure blends her visage with a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds, adding an ominous and powerful element to the composition. The background is an eerie forest, with twisted, barren trees reaching up like skeletal fingers. The lighting is low key, with stark contrasts between light and shadow, emphasizing the dramatic contours of her face and the ghostly forest. Shadows play across her features, creating an almost haunted look, while subtle artistic elements like faint, superimposed images of crows in flight add to the surreal atmosphere. The perspective is slightly angled from below, enhancing the sense of dominance and mystery. The mood is intensely dark and edgy, evoking a blend of fear, awe, and intrigue.
    A swirling vortex of fire and ice dominates the scene, incandescent flames leaping and twisting against jagged, glacial spires, their clash creating a blinding light that casts long, dramatic shadows across a desolate battlefield. Humans, small yet resolute, stand caught in the maelstrom, their faces etched with fear and determination, armor glinting in the fiery glow and icy reflection. The air is thick with swirling smoke and freezing mist, the ground a chaotic tapestry of scorched earth and frozen shards. Tendrils of dark energy writhe around the elemental forces, hinting at an ancient, malevolent power fueling the conflict. The atmosphere is heavy with dread, the scene imbued with a sense of epic struggle and inevitable loss. This dark fantasy tableau is rendered with gritty realism, emphasizing the raw power of the elements and the vulnerability of the humans caught within. Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting surrealism and Frank Frazetta's dynamic action poses combine to create a visceral, emotionally charged image.
    breathtaking illustration in the style of gris grimly and clive barker and lars grant-west,sparks fear and imagination in the viewer,masterpiece,intricately detailed,awe inspiring,a wizard holding a sphere of fire,, Ultra-HD-details, glow effects, godrays, Hand drawn, render, 8k, octane render, cinema 4d, blender, dark, atmospheric 4k ultra detailed, cinematic, Sharp focus, big depth of field, Masterpiece, colors, 3d octane render, 4k, concept art, trending on artstation, hyperrealistic, Vivid colors, extremely detailed CG unity 8k wallpaper, trending on CGSociety, Intricate, High Detail, dramatic
    masterpiece, raw, photo, realistic, intricate, A medieval scene during the time of the plague, with a desolate village in the background. In front of the village, a dilapidated wooden sign stands with the words "SD3 has gone to sleep" crudely written on it. Scattered around the base of the sign are decaying body parts, skulls, and rats scurrying among the remains. The scene is dimly illuminated by old, flickering lanterns. Villagers, stricken with fear, are seen fleeing the plague-ridden village, fast running toward the viewer with panic and desperation on their faces. The atmosphere is dark and chaotic, filled with a sense of impending doom. parchment,
    illustration, digital art, A medieval scene during the time of the plague, with a desolate village in the background. In front of the village, a dilapidated wooden sign stands with the words "the plague of the inquisition" crudely written on it. Scattered around the base of the sign are decaying body parts, skulls, and rats scurrying among the remains. The scene is dimly illuminated by old, flickering lanterns. Villagers, stricken with fear, are seen fleeing the plague-ridden village, fast running toward the viewer with panic and desperation on their faces. The atmosphere is dark and chaotic, filled with a sense of impending doom.
    illustration, digital art, A medieval scene during the time of the plague, with a desolate village in the background. In front of the village, a dilapidated wooden sign stands with the words "the plague of the inquisition" crudely written on it. Scattered around the base of the sign are decaying body parts, skulls, and rats scurrying among the remains. The scene is dimly illuminated by old, flickering lanterns. Villagers, stricken with fear, are seen fleeing the plague-ridden village, fast running toward the viewer with panic and desperation on their faces. The atmosphere is dark and chaotic, filled with a sense of impending doom.
    Surreal painting of a large, intricate dreamcatcher majestically floating in the night sky, capturing various fears (e.g. spiders, darkness, heights) in the form of ethereal wisps. In the distance, a mysterious, partially submerged temple glows with an otherworldly light, illuminating the dark waters around it.
    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
    Yield, I am the twilight Three, three days of darkness Love has turned to hatred Why have I been chosen? Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray Persecute the servants of god Slaves shall end as slaves Wading through dying creeks In gloom towards their graves Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray I rise above In light divine As you sow You shall reap Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray Lord god of Sebaoth Black are the heavens Mine is the face of enmity Blessed those who suffer Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray
    Yield, I am the twilight Three, three days of darkness Love has turned to hatred Why have I been chosen? Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray Persecute the servants of god Slaves shall end as slaves Wading through dying creeks In gloom towards their graves Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray I rise above In light divine As you sow You shall reap Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray Lord god of Sebaoth Black are the heavens Mine is the face of enmity Blessed those who suffer Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray
    A torrential thunderstorm rages, lightning illuminating the grotesque figure of Homer Simpson, re-imagined as Frankenstein's monster. His skin is a sickly green hue, stitches crisscrossing his forehead and neck, one bolt protruding at an awkward angle. His trademark balding hair is even more sparse and disheveled, and his eyes bulge with a mixture of hunger and confusion. Clutched in his oversized, bolted hand is a half-eaten sprinkled doughnut, pink frosting smeared across his monstrous jowls. Rain lashes down, plastering his tattered clothes to his hulking frame. The background is a blur of wind-whipped trees and flashes of lightning, the thunder echoing like a monstrous growl. Despite the horror, a flicker of Homer's familiar dopiness remains, making the scene both terrifying and absurdly funny. This is a monstrous parody, a collision of classic horror and iconic cartoon imagery. The style evokes the bold lines and lurid colors of a classic EC Comics horror panel, with a touch of Matt Groening's signature caricature style. The desired emotion is a blend of fear and amusement, a grotesque comedy rendered with a dark, saturated color palette and dramatic lighting to emphasize the stormy atmosphere and Homer's monstrous transformation.
    A torrential thunderstorm rages, lightning illuminating the grotesque figure of Homer Simpson, re-imagined as Frankenstein's monster. His skin is a sickly green hue, stitches crisscrossing his forehead and neck, one bolt protruding at an awkward angle. His trademark balding hair is even more sparse and disheveled, and his eyes bulge with a mixture of hunger and confusion. Clutched in his oversized, bolted hand is a half-eaten sprinkled doughnut, pink frosting smeared across his monstrous jowls. Rain lashes down, plastering his tattered clothes to his hulking frame. The background is a blur of wind-whipped trees and flashes of lightning, the thunder echoing like a monstrous growl. Despite the horror, a flicker of Homer's familiar dopiness remains, making the scene both terrifying and absurdly funny. This is a monstrous parody, a collision of classic horror and iconic cartoon imagery. The style evokes the bold lines and lurid colors of a classic EC Comics horror panel, with a touch of Matt Groening's signature caricature style. The desired emotion is a blend of fear and amusement, a grotesque comedy rendered with a dark, saturated color palette and dramatic lighting to emphasize the stormy atmosphere and Homer's monstrous transformation.
    A torrential thunderstorm rages, lightning illuminating the grotesque figure of Homer Simpson, re-imagined as Frankenstein's monster. His skin is a sickly green hue, stitches crisscrossing his forehead and neck, one bolt protruding at an awkward angle. His trademark balding hair is even more sparse and disheveled, and his eyes bulge with a mixture of hunger and confusion. Clutched in his oversized, bolted hand is a half-eaten sprinkled doughnut, pink frosting smeared across his monstrous jowls. Rain lashes down, plastering his tattered clothes to his hulking frame. The background is a blur of wind-whipped trees and flashes of lightning, the thunder echoing like a monstrous growl. Despite the horror, a flicker of Homer's familiar dopiness remains, making the scene both terrifying and absurdly funny. This is a monstrous parody, a collision of classic horror and iconic cartoon imagery. The style evokes the bold lines and lurid colors of a classic EC Comics horror panel, with a touch of Matt Groening's signature caricature style. The desired emotion is a blend of fear and amusement, a grotesque comedy rendered with a dark, saturated color palette and dramatic lighting to emphasize the stormy atmosphere and Homer's monstrous transformation.
    I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos, your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge. The nightmare I build my own world to escape In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me.
    I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos, your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge. The nightmare I build my own world to escape In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me.
    A swirling vortex of fire and ice dominates the scene, incandescent flames leaping and twisting against jagged, glacial spires, their clash creating a blinding light that casts long, dramatic shadows across a desolate battlefield. Humans, small yet resolute, stand caught in the maelstrom, their faces etched with fear and determination, armor glinting in the fiery glow and icy reflection. The air is thick with swirling smoke and freezing mist, the ground a chaotic tapestry of scorched earth and frozen shards. Tendrils of dark energy writhe around the elemental forces, hinting at an ancient, malevolent power fueling the conflict. The atmosphere is heavy with dread, the scene imbued with a sense of epic struggle and inevitable loss. This dark fantasy tableau is rendered with gritty realism, emphasizing the raw power of the elements and the vulnerability of the humans caught within. Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting surrealism and Frank Frazetta's dynamic action poses combine to create a visceral, emotionally charged image.
    color gradient from Green (Ryb) to Primrose Yellow, Hyperrealism surreal creative artwork that represents it shows an organic house made of mandrake tissues some of the mandrake is falling off. the mandrake have his own soul. inside the mandrake house a single fearsome shadow lurking between its dark rooms. dark liquid is pouring out of the mandrake and making a never ending river of pain. the photography represents anxiety as a mental illness that drives the mind to a meltdown to a point being crazy. the concept shows the struggle a crazy person have with his corrupted mind making this image a masterpiece of photography and digital art. realistic hyper-detailed rendering 32k UHD graphic design fear.
    A Fearful anime girl stands alone in dramatic cannon light radiating fiery orange and purple hues, her emotional expression of anxiety showing subtle tears pricked in her eyes as sparks fly from her ethereal costume
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    ↑ trending on artstation 4/5 ★★★★☆, Imagine a dragon of fiery red hues, a creature of majestic and fearsome beauty. Its scales gleam like polished rubies, reflecting the light in such a way that they appear to glow from within. Each scale is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, overlapping perfectly to form a formidable armor that shimmers with every movement. The dragon's immense wings stretch out proudly, spanning the width of a grand hall. Membranes between its elongated fingers are a translucent crimson, allowing sunlight to filter through and cast a warm, fiery glow on the ground below. As it beats its wings, a rush of heated air swirls around, carrying with it the faint scent of smoldering embers. Its head is adorned with horns that curve back towards its neck, their tips sharp and gleaming like molten metal. Eyes like molten gold gaze out with an ancient wisdom, reflecting the intelligence that surpasses mortal understanding. Flames flicker at the corners of its mouth, a testament to the inferno that lies within. The dragon's tail, long and sinuous, ends in a barbed tip that lashes back and forth with restless energy. Each movement of its tail sends ripples through the air, leaving a trail of shimmering heat in its wake. Embedded within its scales are veins of glowing magma, pulsating with the dragon's life force. As it moves, the ground beneath its feet trembles, scorched by the mere presence of such immense power. A low, rumbling growl emanates from deep within its chest, a warning to any who dare to challenge its dominion. In flight, the dragon cuts through the sky with grace and precision. Trails of sparks and embers follow in its wake, leaving a fiery comet-like streak against the azure expanse above. Its roar reverberates through the air like thunder, striking awe and fear into the hearts of those who witness its majesty. This fiery red dragon embodies not just raw power, but a regal presence that commands respect and admiration. It is a creature of myth and legend, a guardian of ancient treasures and keeper of secrets buried within the depths of time.
    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
    Your eyes that once Have gazed the waves Have long been closed Become enslaved Within these walls You lastly climbed With fear engraved The walls of time This is the ground You walked upon The soil beneath Your world long gone In tortured flesh Your name is called Inseminate the bornless one Invisible Gods on planes apart I thee invoke Oh western star
    imagine smiling dreadful scar-face skin-burned sinister Freddy Krueger ((a nightmare on elm st)) with his scary hands wearing tshirt with text: "shitting fear yet?" wearing hat
    The portrait is a stunning piece of award-winning photography, employing the technique of double exposure to create a surreal and captivating image. The central figure is a middle-aged woman with striking features, her face partially obscured by a cascade of raven-black hair. The double exposure blends her visage with a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds, adding an ominous and powerful element to the composition. The background is an eerie forest, with twisted, barren trees reaching up like skeletal fingers. The lighting is low key, with stark contrasts between light and shadow, emphasizing the dramatic contours of her face and the ghostly forest. Shadows play across her features, creating an almost haunted look, while subtle artistic elements like faint, superimposed images of crows in flight add to the surreal atmosphere. The perspective is slightly angled from below, enhancing the sense of dominance and mystery. The mood is intensely dark and edgy, evoking a blend of fear, awe, and intrigue.
    A biomechanical man stands in a ruined, dystopian city, his body fused with metal at the cellular level. His glowing red eyes burn with silent rage as lightning crackles above. His skin, partially overtaken by an organic, steel-like biosuit, pulses with molten veins of energy where flesh meets cold, unyielding metal. Once human, now something beyond, his skeletal hands reveal exposed cybernetic tendons humming with eerie power. The air is thick with tension as fearful figures hide in the wreckage, knowing he is neither man nor machine—but a vengeful force transformed by fate. Shadows stretch across the desolate ruins, reflecting his pain, power, and the terrifying inevitability of his existence <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.55> <lora:Sinfully_Stylish_.02_for_FLUX:0.35> <lora:dystopia:0.6>
    The portrait is a stunning piece of award-winning photography, employing the technique of double exposure to create a surreal and captivating image. The central figure is a middle-aged woman with striking features, her face partially obscured by a cascade of raven-black hair. The double exposure blends her visage with a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds, adding an ominous and powerful element to the composition. The background is an eerie forest, with twisted, barren trees reaching up like skeletal fingers. The lighting is low key, with stark contrasts between light and shadow, emphasizing the dramatic contours of her face and the ghostly forest. Shadows play across her features, creating an almost haunted look, while subtle artistic elements like faint, superimposed images of crows in flight add to the surreal atmosphere. The perspective is slightly angled from below, enhancing the sense of dominance and mystery. The mood is intensely dark and edgy, evoking a blend of fear, awe, and intrigue.
    photo of a tiny, anthropomorphic ice cream cone creature with a face full of fear and scream. with its eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. The creature has a small hat and is about to be eaten by a large spoon, creating a sense of impending doom. The background is pastel-colored and has a vintage feel to it, giving the scene a playful and nostalgic touch.
    landscape, scary sunset" by kim jung gi, caspar david friedrich :: layered composition, complex composition, magnificent masterpiece, stunning, deep bright colours, intricate line-work, fear, noir
    professional photography of female ghoul, holy mage, wooden spear In very detailled thought process, psychosis, social psychology, small-world network, fearful
    Realistic digital painting of an ancient dragon, covered in glistening icicle formations, standing amidst a modern city with skyscrapers, city lights, snowy rooftops, and people looking from a distance in awe and fear, during winter night, dark, cold, snowing, dramatic contrast between the warm city lights and the cold icy dragon, detailed, cinematic, high resolution, intricate, sharp, artstation, concept art, illustration, striking, awe-inspiring, epic, breathtaking, magnificent, grand
    A swirling vortex of fire and ice dominates the scene, incandescent flames leaping and twisting against jagged, glacial spires, their clash creating a blinding light that casts long, dramatic shadows across a desolate battlefield. Humans, small yet resolute, stand caught in the maelstrom, their faces etched with fear and determination, armor glinting in the fiery glow and icy reflection. The air is thick with swirling smoke and freezing mist, the ground a chaotic tapestry of scorched earth and frozen shards. Tendrils of dark energy writhe around the elemental forces, hinting at an ancient, malevolent power fueling the conflict. The atmosphere is heavy with dread, the scene imbued with a sense of epic struggle and inevitable loss. This dark fantasy tableau is rendered with gritty realism, emphasizing the raw power of the elements and the vulnerability of the humans caught within. Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting surrealism and Frank Frazetta's dynamic action poses combine to create a visceral, emotionally charged image.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (patrick seymour:1.4), as a (time lapse photography:1.6). A poignant Genetic Engineering Fiction Science Fiction scene. Dynamic and dramatic daylight. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (patrick seymour:1.4), as a (time lapse photography:1.6). In a sterile, dimly lit laboratory, a lone scientist carefully cradles a small, delicate vial containing the genetically engineered human clone, its eyes aglow with an ethereal light. The air is heavy with anticipation and trepidation as the scientist's fingers tremble over the control panel, ready to initiate the next stage of the being's development. In the background, a holographic projection flickers with the silhouettes of faces from history's most renowned geneticists, their voices whispering cryptic warnings about the consequences of playing god with life and DNA. The cloning technology that has enabled this miraculous breakthrough stands as a testament to human ingenuity, while also echoing the primal fears of losing control over our own destiny. The scientist's determination is tempered by doubt, as they contemplate the responsibility that comes with creating life – an existence now precariously poised between hope and annihilation. This haunting scene presents an existential commentary on the consequences of harnessing technology to alter the fundamental fabric of life, blurring the lines between science and morality, and casting a profound shadow over humanity's very future. Dynamic and dramatic daylight.
    a digital illustration depicting a grotesque face in a horror style, the face is depicted in a harsh blue color with a wide toothy grin revealing sharp, pointy teeth, the eyes are half-closed and the mouth is slightly open, giving a sense of shock or fear, the background is solid black, which contrasts sharply with the bright blue color of the face, making it stand out in vivid colors, the word horror is written in large, bold, all-caps letters, with the letters appearing to be made of a rough, textured material, the overall style of the illustration is reminiscent of classic horror art, with a bold, stylized font and a slightly worn, vintage feel, the texture of the blue color is rough and uneven, adding to the creepy atmosphere,
    A torrential thunderstorm rages, lightning illuminating the grotesque figure of Homer Simpson, re-imagined as Frankenstein's monster. His skin is a sickly green hue, stitches crisscrossing his forehead and neck, one bolt protruding at an awkward angle. His trademark balding hair is even more sparse and disheveled, and his eyes bulge with a mixture of hunger and confusion. Clutched in his oversized, bolted hand is a half-eaten sprinkled doughnut, pink frosting smeared across his monstrous jowls. Rain lashes down, plastering his tattered clothes to his hulking frame. The background is a blur of wind-whipped trees and flashes of lightning, the thunder echoing like a monstrous growl. Despite the horror, a flicker of Homer's familiar dopiness remains, making the scene both terrifying and absurdly funny. This is a monstrous parody, a collision of classic horror and iconic cartoon imagery. The style evokes the bold lines and lurid colors of a classic EC Comics horror panel, with a touch of Matt Groening's signature caricature style. The desired emotion is a blend of fear and amusement, a grotesque comedy rendered with a dark, saturated color palette and dramatic lighting to emphasize the stormy atmosphere and Homer's monstrous transformation.
    The portrait is a stunning piece of award-winning photography, employing the technique of double exposure to create a surreal and captivating image. The central figure is a middle-aged woman with striking features, her face partially obscured by a cascade of raven-black hair. The double exposure blends her visage with a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds, adding an ominous and powerful element to the composition. The background is an eerie forest, with twisted, barren trees reaching up like skeletal fingers. The lighting is low key, with stark contrasts between light and shadow, emphasizing the dramatic contours of her face and the ghostly forest. Shadows play across her features, creating an almost haunted look, while subtle artistic elements like faint, superimposed images of crows in flight add to the surreal atmosphere. The perspective is slightly angled from below, enhancing the sense of dominance and mystery. The mood is intensely dark and edgy, evoking a blend of fear, awe, and intrigue.
    My life turns into sand Immortality is my dream Man shall follow my command Sorcery shall conquer my fear Astral magic and runic wand I feel that wisdom's near Across the mountain's ice Scarlett at the equinox' dawn I sacrificed an innocent lamb And drunk the wine of paradise But, still run the sands of time Just one thing yet to be done As spell surround me At a lightmass' night He raised the abyss Covered by the sword I sold my soul in vein I feel it, as he returns The sands of time will never run For an immortal dead man
    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 desolate, radiation-scorched cityscape at dusk, with twisted, blackened skyscrapers looming like skeletal sentinels over a sea of rubble and debris. A faint, sickly glow emanates from the few remaining lights, casting an eerie orange haze over the devastation. In the distance, a massive, impenetrable wall of barbed wire and concrete stands guard, a grim reminder of the desperation and fear that once defined this world. The air is heavy with the acrid stench of smoke and ash, and the only sound is the mournful howling of wind through the ruinous streets.
    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
    My life turns into sand Immortality is my dream Man shall follow my command Sorcery shall conquer my fear Astral magic and runic wand I feel that wisdom's near Across the mountain's ice Scarlett at the equinox' dawn I sacrificed an innocent lamb And drunk the wine of paradise But, still run the sands of time Just one thing yet to be done As spell surround me At a lightmass' night He raised the abyss Covered by the sword I sold my soul in vein I feel it, as he returns The sands of time will never run For an immortal dead man
    I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!
    landscape, scary sunset by Kim Jung Gi, Caspar David Friedrich, layered composition, complex composition, magnificent masterpiece, stunning, deep colors, intricate line-work, fear, noir
    landscape, scary sunset by Kim Jung Gi, Caspar David Friedrich, layered composition, complex composition, magnificent masterpiece, stunning, deep colors, intricate line-work, fear, noir
    landscape, scary sunset by Kim Jung Gi, Caspar David Friedrich, layered composition, complex composition, magnificent masterpiece, stunning, deep colors, intricate line-work, fear, noir
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (terry oakes:1.4). A surrealistic depiction of a random fantasy scene of the mythical beast genre. complex patterns. PRODUCTION PROMPT: In the heart of an enchanted realm, where moonlight danced with the whispers of ancient magic, stood a figure both wondrous and feared by mortal men. This was no ordinary being, but a creature born from the collective myths of a bygone era, its form twisted by the whispers of forgotten lore. As the gaze traversed the canvas, the beholder's eyes would alight upon a tapestry woven from the very essence of chaos and creation. Hues of midnight blue and smoldering crimson seemed to bleed into one another, as if the paint itself had been birthed from the shadows of a thousand secret fires. At the heart of this mystical maelstrom stood the creature: a serpentine being with wings as wide as the sky and scales that shimmered like the moon on a still night. The artist's brushstrokes, akin to those of Terry Oakes' masterful hand, danced across the canvas with an air of both precision and wild abandon. Each stroke was a deliberate gesture, imbuing the artwork with an almost palpable sense of life. The textures seemed to ripple beneath the surface, as if the very fabric of reality had been subtly altered by the presence of this eldritch being. As one delved deeper into the piece, the eye would pick out hints of far-flung mythology: ancient symbols etched upon the creature's hide, whispers of forgotten incantations carried on the wind, and echoes of long-lost battles fought beneath the blazing stars. The artwork was not merely a depiction – it was an invocation, a call to arms for those brave (or foolhardy) enough to embark upon the journey into the realm of the unknown. Within this surreal landscape, complex patterns emerged from the interplay of light and shadow: mandalas woven from the threads of stardust, labyrinthine paths that twisted through mazes of reflected moonlight, and a score of hidden meanings waiting to be unearthed by those with eyes attuned to the celestial music that underlay all existence. It was a world both disorienting and enchanting – a realm where art and reality blended in an intricate waltz, each step guided by the unseen hand of the artist's imagination.

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