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    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
    (large sweat-spots-smudges on shirt armpit area.:1.5) A dramatic cinemtatic photo of a grizzled 50-year-old seaman wearing a ruffle (shirt with sweat:1.4) stains clinging to the rails of a storm-tossed vessel as he frantically flees toward the viewer. Face looking the viewer in panic. The ship is being pummeled by an immense cephalopod terror, its tawny tentacles pulverizing the timber hull. <lora:Sweaty Shirt SD35 v1 HFix.safetensors:1.1:1.1>
    A grizzled 50-year-old seaman nwearing a ruffle shirt, drawstring, is clinging to the rails of a storm-tossed vessel as he frantically flees toward the viewer. Face looking the viewer in panic. The ship is being pummeled by an immense cephalopod terror, its tawny tentacles pulverizing the timber hull. BREAK Sprinting at full tilt, brine-soaked mariner grips the gunwales of the doomed craft, ruffle shirt, drawstring, desperation writ large as a cyclopean, orange-hued leviathan from the depths lays utter waste to the ship during a squalling gale. BREAK The image captures an aged salt at 50 years, his white poet's shirt, ruffle shirt, drawstring, sodden as he scrambles along the careening deck, one hand clutching the bulwark. A monstrous, blazing kraken crests the swells behind, its colossal mass already rending the hapless ship asunder. BREAK a weathered 50-year-old sailor in a drenched drawstring overshirt, ruffle shirt, drawstring, makes a headlong desperate dash across groaning boards as a gargantuan orangefire squid abomination surfaces amidst the tempest to broadside and obliterate his ill-fated vessel from the world of the living.<lora:test\Sweaty_Shirt_sd35_lora_v1_000007800.safetensors:0.61:0.61>
    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
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (mitsumasa anno:1.4), as a (gobelin tapestry:1.6). An evocative and detailed Artificial Intelligence Science Fiction scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (mitsumasa anno:1.4), as a (gobelin tapestry:1.6). In a dimly lit, high-tech laboratory, rows of humming servers and computing nodes stretch towards the ceiling like metallic teeth. Soft blue luminescence spills from fiber-optic cables, casting an ethereal glow on the faces of scientists in white coats, their eyes intently fixed on a holographic display projecting intricate circuit diagrams and neural network patterns. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and burning wire as they frantically work to reboot a malfunctioning AI entity, its presence symbolized by a towering, crystalline structure at the room's center that pulses with an otherworldly energy, casting long shadows on the polished floor like dark, skeletal fingers reaching towards the machines.
    A gritty, analog CCTV footage reveals a surreal scene in a fast food restaurant kitchen. A goth woman with pale skin and dark clothing is indifferently dumping a can of beans on top of a pizza. Two Roman legionaries, dressed in their traditional garb, are actively attempting to capture two raccoons scurrying around the floor. The atmosphere is a mix of eerie calm and frantic chaos, with the dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls.
    A grizzled 50-year-old seaman nwearing a ruffle shirt, drawstring, is clinging to the rails of a storm-tossed vessel as he frantically flees toward the viewer. Face looking the viewer in panic. The ship is being pummeled by an immense cephalopod terror, its tawny tentacles pulverizing the timber hull. BREAK Sprinting at full tilt, brine-soaked mariner grips the gunwales of the doomed craft, ruffle shirt, drawstring, desperation writ large as a cyclopean, orange-hued leviathan from the depths lays utter waste to the ship during a squalling gale. BREAK The image captures an aged salt at 50 years, his white poet's shirt, ruffle shirt, drawstring, sodden as he scrambles along the careening deck, one hand clutching the bulwark. A monstrous, blazing kraken crests the swells behind, its colossal mass already rending the hapless ship asunder. BREAK a weathered 50-year-old sailor in a drenched drawstring overshirt, ruffle shirt, drawstring, makes a headlong desperate dash across groaning boards as a gargantuan orangefire squid abomination surfaces amidst the tempest to broadside and obliterate his ill-fated vessel from the world of the living.<lora:test\Sweaty_Shirt_sd35_lora_v1_000007800.safetensors:0.61:0.61>
    (large sweat-spots-smudges on shirt armpit area.:1.5) A dramatic cinemtatic photo of a grizzled 50-year-old seaman wearing a ruffle (shirt with sweat:1.4) stains clinging to the rails of a storm-tossed vessel as he frantically flees toward the viewer. Face looking the viewer in panic. The ship is being pummeled by an immense cephalopod terror, its tawny tentacles pulverizing the timber hull. <lora:Sweaty Shirt SD35 v1 HFix.safetensors:1.1:1.1>
    Cartoon of an overweight man wearing a fedora, hunched over a computer keyboard typing furiously. The man is sweating and has a crazed, frantic expression on his face. His mouth is open. A speech bubble coming from the man reads "OH GOD I'M DIFFUSIIIIIING!!!"
    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
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (christopher balaskas:1.4), as a (made of lace:1.6). An evocative and detailed Hard Science Fiction Science Fiction scene. Dynamic and dramatic daylight. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (christopher balaskas:1.4), as a (made of lace:1.6). In the dimly lit control room of a abandoned generation ship, flickering holographic displays cast an eerie blue glow on the faces of the crew members huddled around a central console. The hum of decaying life support systems vibrates through the air as the remaining crew frantically attempt to rekindle their failing oxygen generators. Dusty, metallic debris scattered across the floor glints in the faint light, reminders of the catastrophic failure that brought the ship's fragile ecosystem to its knees. Outside the porthole windows, a void of stars and galaxies stretches out into infinity, an unforgiving reminder of humanity's tenuous existence on this barren vessel. A solitary cryopod in the corner, once home to countless dreamers and explorers, now stands as a hollow monolith to a long-lost era, its occupant's lifeless form frozen in suspended animation. In this desolate world, time itself seems to be holding its breath, as if waiting for a miracle that may never come. Dynamic and dramatic daylight.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (pablo lobato:1.4), as a (sticker illustration:1.6). An evocative and detailed Biopunk Science Fiction scene. Dynamic and dramatic daylight. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (pablo lobato:1.4), as a (sticker illustration:1.6). A dimly lit, underground research facility in a dystopian metropolis, 2157. Weathered concrete walls and flickering fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow on the assembled team of scientists and engineers. The air is thick with the smell of disinfectant and ozone as they frantically work to stabilize the bioengineered organism before it escapes its containment vessel. In the center of the room, a translucent pod hums quietly, surrounded by monitoring equipment and wires, holding the experimental subject - a humanoid creature with iridescent, crystalline skin that shimmers like stardust in the soft light. Its eyes, a piercing shade Dynamic and dramatic daylight.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (nychos:1.4), as a (anthotype print:1.6). An evocative and detailed Techno-Thriller Science Fiction scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (nychos:1.4), as a (anthotype print:1.6). A dimly lit, cyberpunk alleyway under neon-lit skyscrapers, with holographic advertisements flickering above. A lone hacker, dressed in tattered black attire, frantically types away on a sleek, high-tech laptop, surrounded by shattered screens and tangled wires. The air is thick with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of emergency beacons as the city's mainframe begins to collapse around them. In the distance, a team of heavily armed agents, clad in metallic suits, emerge from the shadows, their eyes fixed intently on the hacker, their rifles at the ready.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (darek zabrocki:1.4), as a (wheatpaste:1.6). A surreal depiction of a Pekin duck housekeeper, Mrs Duckfire, dealing with a stove fire in the kitchen. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (darek zabrocki:1.4), as a (wheatpaste:1.6). A disheveled yet determined Pekin duck housekeeper, dressed in a worn but tidy uniform, stands amidst a swirling vortex of flames and smoke from a blazing stovetop, as she frantically attempts to rescue a simmering pot of tea from certain doom on her kitchen counter.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (Arthur Streeton:1.4), as a (seismogram:1.6). A Biomorphic surreal depiction of going from the sublime to the ridiculous, in a random scene containing complex objects that best depicts the Suspense genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (Arthur Streeton:1.4), as a (seismogram:1.6). Illustrate a dreamlike laboratory where a ticking time bomb made of old clocks and gears rests on a cluttered workbench surrounded by steam-powered contraptions, while a massive, serpentine creature coiled around its base and grows larger, its body morphing into comically exaggerated facial features that twist into grotesque expressions, as the sinister sound designer frantically adjusts dials to amplify an eerie laugh emanating from the bomb's center. <lora:cg_concept_style:0.60>

      Stable Diffusion 3 (SD3)

    • SD3 Medium - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3Medium.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl. Clips - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclClips.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl Clip FP16 - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclClip.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl T5XXL - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclT5XXL.safetensors
    • Text Encoder - Clip L - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderClipL.safetensors
    • Text Encoder - Clip G - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderClipG.safetensors
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      Stable Diffusion 3.5 Large

    • Large - stableDiffusion35_large.safetensors
    • Workflow - stableDiffusion35_workflow_trainingData.zip

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