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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.
    "A close-up of Calvin, suited up in a sci-fi space suit, staring in horrified amazement as Hobbes, a fluffy but intense tiger, fights off a snarling xenomorph. The background shows a dimly lit spaceship interior, full of flashing warning lights. Calvin’s eyes are wide, and he’s holding a small, cartoonish blaster. The colors are muted grays and greens, with Hobbes and Calvin popping in vivid orange and blue. The style is a whimsical mix of cartoon and gritty sci-fi horror, capturing the wild energy of a kid in an R-rated universe."
    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.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (frank miller:1.4), as a (extreme close up portrait:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Post-Apocalyptic genre.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (frank miller:1.4), as a (extreme close up portrait:1.6).
A desolate wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, with cracked earth and barren trees giving way to a smoldering haze that shrouds the horizon like a veil of despair. In the distance, the skeletal remains of a once-majestic skyscraper pierce the sky, its steel beams rusted and twisted like the fingers of some mechanical specter.
To one side, a lone figure emerges from the shadows - a young woman, dressed in tattered and worn leather armor, her eyes sunken with the weight of hardship and determination. Her face is weathered by the harsh winds and unforgiving sun, yet she moves with a quiet purpose, as if driven by some unyielding resolve.
Behind her, a pack of scavenged vehicles - cars, trucks, and motorcycles - are arranged like a graveyard of broken dreams, their rusted hulks worn down by the relentless forces of nature. The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke and decay, as if the very land itself were dying, its pulse slowing in cadence with the ebb and flow of human existence.
Amidst this bleak backdrop, a lone engine purrs softly, emitting a faint plume of steam that wrecks havoc on the desolate atmosphere. Before it stands, an imposing behemoth of twisted steel and concrete - a rusted hulk that has seen better days, its door creaking ominously as if warning all who would dare approach to turn back while they still can.
In this ravaged landscape, time itself seems lost, suspended in limbo like the souls of those who have long since abandoned hope. The sky above burns a sickly shade of greenish-yellow - a perpetual twilight that clings to the atmosphere like a dirty veil, and which casts an eerie glow over the entire scene, imbuing everything with a haunting sense of melancholy.
    crowd of people laying on a waste landfill site. the background shown a nuclear explosion and a nuclear power plant. A big official warning sign reads "WARNING! IDIOTS AT WORK"

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