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    A man, dressed in the iconic Joker costume from the movie "Joker," stands on the famous staircase where the Joker danced. However, his hair is styled in twin ponytails, similar to Harley Quinn's, with one side dyed blue and the other red. He wears a bright red suit with a mustard-yellow vest, a green shirt, and a green tie, topped off with clown makeup featuring a white face, red lips, and blue eye accents. He holds a sign that reads "we need wife" in his gloved hands. The background is the infamous staircase in the Bronx, New York, covered in graffiti and dimly lit, capturing the urban decay and chaos that mirrors Gotham City. The scene is captured in ultra-high definition with a realistic photography style. His expression is one of exaggerated rage, mouth wide open in a roar, eyes wide and filled with fury, smudged makeup from tears and rage, creating a striking and intense visual.
    A photorealistic portrait of a stunning young woman, around 20 years old, dressed in a meticulously crafted steampunk outfit. Her attire blends Victorian elegance with functional, mechanical elements. Worn leather straps secure brass gears and cogs to her corset, while goggles with scratched lenses rest upon her forehead. A glimpse of intricate clockwork mechanisms can be seen beneath her layered skirts. Her expression is one of quiet confidence and curiosity, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. The background is a dimly lit alleyway in a bustling steampunk city, with weathered brick walls, steam pipes hissing softly, and a flickering gas lamp casting long shadows. The composition adheres to the golden ratio, creating a visually pleasing and harmonious image
    A photorealistic portrait of a stunning young woman, around 20 years old, dressed in a meticulously crafted steampunk outfit. Her attire blends Victorian elegance with functional, mechanical elements. Worn leather straps secure brass gears and cogs to her corset, while goggles with scratched lenses rest upon her forehead. A glimpse of intricate clockwork mechanisms can be seen beneath her layered skirts. Her expression is one of quiet confidence and curiosity, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. The background is a dimly lit alleyway in a bustling steampunk city, with weathered brick walls, steam pipes hissing softly, and a flickering gas lamp casting long shadows. The composition adheres to the golden ratio, creating a visually pleasing and harmonious image
    A photorealistic portrait of a stunning young woman, around 20 years old, dressed in a meticulously crafted steampunk outfit. Her attire blends Victorian elegance with functional, mechanical elements. Worn leather straps secure brass gears and cogs to her corset, while goggles with scratched lenses rest upon her forehead. A glimpse of intricate clockwork mechanisms can be seen beneath her layered skirts. Her expression is one of quiet confidence and curiosity, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. The background is a dimly lit alleyway in a bustling steampunk city, with weathered brick walls, steam pipes hissing softly, and a flickering gas lamp casting long shadows. The composition adheres to the golden ratio, creating a visually pleasing and harmonious image
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    A weary-eyed android named Doris approaches a dimly lit booth in a late-night diner, her weathered hands clutching a well-worn notepad and a chewed-up pen. Her faded uniform, adorned with a slightly crooked nametag with the text "Doris", tells the story of countless long shifts. The warm glow of neon signs outside casts a soft, pinkish hue across her face, accentuating the fine lines etched by years of resilient smiles. Her posture, a mix of fatigue and determination, speaks volumes as she leans in slightly, ready to take the order. The scene is framed by the booth's worn red vinyl seats and a streaked window, beyond which the city's nightlife pulses distantly.
    A weary-eyed android named Doris approaches a dimly lit booth in a late-night diner, her weathered hands clutching a well-worn notepad and a chewed-up pen. Her faded uniform, adorned with a slightly crooked nametag with the text "Doris", tells the story of countless long shifts. The warm glow of neon signs outside casts a soft, pinkish hue across her face, accentuating the fine lines etched by years of resilient smiles. Her posture, a mix of fatigue and determination, speaks volumes as she leans in slightly, ready to take the order. The scene is framed by the booth's worn red vinyl seats and a streaked window, beyond which the city's nightlife pulses distantly.
    A weary-eyed waitress named Doris approaches a dimly lit booth in a late-night diner, her weathered hands clutching a well-worn notepad and a chewed-up pen. Her faded uniform, adorned with a slightly crooked nametag with the text "Doris", tells the story of countless long shifts. The warm glow of neon signs outside casts a soft, pinkish hue across her face, accentuating the fine lines etched by years of resilient smiles. Her posture, a mix of fatigue and determination, speaks volumes as she leans in slightly, ready to take the order. The scene is framed by the booth's worn red vinyl seats and a streaked window, beyond which the city's nightlife pulses distantly. A half-empty coffee pot on a nearby counter and the gentle clink of silverware provide a subtle audio backdrop. Doris's expression, a blend of maternal warmth and hard-earned wisdom, invites both sympathy and respect as she utters her familiar greeting, her voice carrying the gentle rasp of too many late nights and early mornings.
    A weary-eyed waitress named Doris approaches a dimly lit booth in a late-night diner, her weathered hands clutching a well-worn notepad and a chewed-up pen. Her faded uniform, adorned with a slightly crooked nametag with the text "Doris", tells the story of countless long shifts. The warm glow of neon signs outside casts a soft, pinkish hue across her face, accentuating the fine lines etched by years of resilient smiles. Her posture, a mix of fatigue and determination, speaks volumes as she leans in slightly, ready to take the order. The scene is framed by the booth's worn red vinyl seats and a streaked window, beyond which the city's nightlife pulses distantly. A half-empty coffee pot on a nearby counter and the gentle clink of silverware provide a subtle audio backdrop. Doris's expression, a blend of maternal warmth and hard-earned wisdom, invites both sympathy and respect as she utters her familiar greeting, her voice carrying the gentle rasp of too many late nights and early mornings.
    Opium den, 1800s San Francisco, narrow Jackson Street alley. Thick smoke and jasmine incense fill the cramped, dimly lit room. Faded red lantern glows above a door marked 'Lucky House.' Inside, worn benches and scarred tables clutter the space. Faded silk tapestries of dragons and phoenixes adorn the walls, illuminated by flickering candles. A chipped ornate mirror reflects eerie shadows on a sawdust-covered floor. Mrs. Lee, stern-faced in her 50s, sits behind a counter in a traditional embroidered dress. Opium users huddle with slack, vacant faces, smoking clay pipes; one coughs violently. A young woman sits alone, tears streaming from sunken, red-rimmed eyes, pale and clammy. Jack, pale and sweaty, trembles as he smokes across from Sarah, a prostitute uneasy amid the desperation and addiction. Coughs, snores, and sobs fill the heavy air, contrasting the vibrant city outside. A haunting, timeless escape steeped in hopelessness.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: A photograph. A shrouded techno-mage, wearing a cloak of bright multi-colored fabrics of a complex design. They are walking through the slums of a futuristic dystopian city street. The mage is tall, slender, and dangerous looking. wide-angle environmental view. PRODUCTION PROMPT: A photograph. A hooded figure clad in vibrant, intricately patterned robes walks down a dimly lit alleyway in a sprawling metropolis, their piercing gaze scanning the shadows as they navigate the poverty-stricken underbelly of a dystopian cityscape. wide-angle environmental view.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (arthur suydam:1.4), as a (fast shutter speed:1.6). An evocative and detailed Alien Invasion Science Fiction scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (arthur suydam:1.4), as a (fast shutter speed:1.6). A dimly lit, ravaged cityscape lies in ruins, the once-majestic skyscrapers now twisted and battered by an unseen force. The eerie glow of luminescent plants from a long-abandoned greenhouse casts an otherworldly light upon the devastation, casting long shadows across the desolate streets. In the distance, a colossal, razor-sharp spire pierces the sky, its peak shrouded in a thick haze of toxic fumes. As night descends upon this forsaken world, alien spacecraft, resembling crystalline spheres, hover above the city's rubble-strewn thoroughfares, their cold, calculating gaze surveying the carnage below. In the foreground, a lone human survivor emerges from the shadows, battered and bruised, yet defiant in the face of an enemy that seems to have transcended humanity's understanding of science and reason. In stark contrast, towering extraterrestrial beings move with deliberate slowness across the landscape, their forms unlike anything known on Earth - fluid, pulsing structures of iridescent flesh, capable of absorbing and nullifying the human spirit's last vestiges of resistance. These gargantuan entities move in unison, orchestrating a malevolent symphony that threatens to suffocate all life within this besieged planet. At the heart of this maelstrom, humans cling to crumbling structures for survival - abandoned soldiers who stand watch over dying cities, struggling to stave off extinction's dark tide. Yet, even as death's shadow stretches out across the ruins, a glimmer of hope flickers - in secret beneath the alien invasion, humanity may still hold the spark that could reignite its very existence.
    A weary-eyed waitress named Doris approaches a dimly lit booth in a late-night diner, her weathered hands clutching a well-worn notepad and a chewed-up pen. Her faded uniform, adorned with a slightly crooked nametag with the text "Doris", tells the story of countless long shifts. The warm glow of neon signs outside casts a soft, pinkish hue across her face, accentuating the fine lines etched by years of resilient smiles. Her posture, a mix of fatigue and determination, speaks volumes as she leans in slightly, ready to take the order. The scene is framed by the booth's worn red vinyl seats and a streaked window, beyond which the city's nightlife pulses distantly. A half-empty coffee pot on a nearby counter and the gentle clink of silverware provide a subtle audio backdrop. Doris's expression, a blend of maternal warmth and hard-earned wisdom, invites both sympathy and respect as she utters her familiar greeting, her voice carrying the gentle rasp of too many late nights and early mornings.
    A deserted intersection, a wide avenue intersects with a narrow dark street. The streets of the night city are dimly lit by old rare lanterns with cloudy glass. A passerby in a raincoat walks in the middle of the street, followed by a creepy creature creeping along the walls of houses, Sneaking behind his back. The otherworldly creature does not come out of the shadows, and only (its two eyes) glow in the darkness. Eerie gloomy midnight atmosphere reigns on the streets. The dark night hides the corners, casting thick shadows. The night sky is illuminated only by a rare scattering of stars. Cinematic high budget horror theme of image
    A raw candid photograph of a grotesque monster shot on an analog film camera. The beast stands menacingly on a dimly lit city street, night air swirling around it like a mist. Its muscular physique is covered in slimy red scales, with razor-sharp teeth glinting in the faint light. Glowing eyes burn with an otherworldly intensity, as if fueled by some malevolent force. Claws, long and curved, seem poised to snatch unsuspecting victims. The camera's angle captures the monster's bulk, filling the frame with its terror-inducing presence.
    Cyberpunk cityscape at night, divided by a glowing digital divide, dystopian atmosphere, neon lights, towering skyscrapers, grungy streets, rain-soaked, holographic advertisements, dark alleyways, detailed architecture, ancient library within the city, old books, dimly lit, figure in a trench coat, whispers, intrigued expression, atmospheric, ominous, digital art, high contrast, detailed, vibrant colors, cinematic
    A weary-eyed waitress named Doris approaches a dimly lit booth in a late-night diner, her weathered hands clutching a well-worn notepad and a chewed-up pen. Her faded uniform, adorned with a slightly crooked nametag with the text "Doris", tells the story of countless long shifts. The warm glow of neon signs outside casts a soft, pinkish hue across her face, accentuating the fine lines etched by years of resilient smiles. Her posture, a mix of fatigue and determination, speaks volumes as she leans in slightly, ready to take the order. The scene is framed by the booth's worn red vinyl seats and a streaked window, beyond which the city's nightlife pulses distantly. A half-empty coffee pot on a nearby counter and the gentle clink of silverware provide a subtle audio backdrop. Doris's expression, a blend of maternal warmth and hard-earned wisdom, invites both sympathy and respect as she utters her familiar greeting, her voice carrying the gentle rasp of too many late nights and early mornings.
    Opium den, 1800s San Francisco, narrow Jackson Street alley. Thick smoke and jasmine incense fill the cramped, dimly lit room. Faded red lantern glows above a door marked 'Lucky House.' Inside, worn benches and scarred tables clutter the space. Faded silk tapestries of dragons and phoenixes adorn the walls, illuminated by flickering candles. A chipped ornate mirror reflects eerie shadows on a sawdust-covered floor. Mrs. Lee, stern-faced in her 50s, sits behind a counter in a traditional embroidered dress. Opium users huddle with slack, vacant faces, smoking clay pipes; one coughs violently. A young woman sits alone, tears streaming from sunken, red-rimmed eyes, pale and clammy. Jack, pale and sweaty, trembles as he smokes across from Sarah, a prostitute uneasy amid the desperation and addiction. Coughs, snores, and sobs fill the heavy air, contrasting the vibrant city outside. A haunting, timeless escape steeped in hopelessness.
    A terrifying, swirling circular portal formed predominantly out of dark, stormy clouds looms ominously above a bustling, neon-lit cyberpunk city. The portal’s edges are jagged and flicker with eerie green lightning. Shot from the ground or rooftop, the scene captures dramatic, backlit shadows interplaying with the city’s sharp, angular architecture. Vibrant, saturated hues of electric blue and deep purples dominate the sky, contrasting sharply with the cool, metallic tones below. Atmospheric fog adds depth, while the soft glow of neon signs illuminates the scene, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow. HDR enhances the vivid contrasts between the bright, glowing portal and the dimly lit urban landscape. The overall effect is both surreal and deeply unsettling.Human: A serene, sun-drenched beach at sunset with golden sands and clear turquoise waters. The sky is painted with warm oranges, pinks, and purples. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze. Seagulls fly overhead, their silhouettes against the colorful sky. The scene is captured from a low angle,,
    NEOMAN, dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit with subtle, intricate patterns reminiscent of tribal symbols, standing in the shadows of a dimly lit city alley. His expression is cold yet alluring, a slight, sinister smile playing on his lips, and his gaze sharp and calculating. A dark aura seems to surround him, with his piercing eyes reflecting a hidden, dangerous intelligence. The faint glimmer of city lights behind him casts elongated shadows, emphasizing his tall, imposing presence. He exudes a chilling elegance, as if plotting something from the depths of the urban underworld.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (craig davison:1.4), as a (mixed media:1.6). An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Crime Fiction genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (craig davison:1.4), as a (mixed media:1.6). A dimly lit, rain-soaked alleyway in a city's forgotten quarter, with a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across worn stone walls. A crumpled fedora lies abandoned on the ground, next to a torn envelope bearing a single, ominous address. In the distance, a foghorn moans mournfully, echoing off the rooftops as a lone figure, shrouded in shadows, lingers by a wet alleyway drainpipe, peering into the darkness below with an air of calculating unease.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (william stout:1.4), as a (collage:1.6). An evocative and detailed Transhumanism Fiction Science Fiction scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (william stout:1.4), as a (collage:1.6). In a dimly lit, neon-drenched cityscape, towering skyscrapers give way to tendrils of artificial foliage, as if nature itself has been reborn from synthetic flesh. Humans with cybernetic enhancements stroll alongside augmented animals, their bodies intertwined with circuitry and wires, blurring the lines between man and machine. A lone figure emerges from the crowd, a young woman with skin like polished obsidian and eyes that shimmer like stardust, her very presence seeming to pulsate with the rhythm of the city's heartbeat. As she walks, the air around her distorts, as if reality itself is being reshaped by her touch, revealing hidden pathways and unseen connections between the virtual and the physical worlds. The sky above her erupts into a kaleidoscope of colors, a swirling vortex of light and energy that threatens to consume the city, yet seems to be drawn inexorably towards her. In this moment, the boundaries between reality and fantasy, flesh and steel, dissolve, and the very fabric of existence is rewritten according to her will.
    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 artist (john bauer:1.4). An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Biopunk genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: In a dimly lit, dystopian laboratory, a lone figure clad in worn leather attire stands at the edge of a cluttered workbench, surrounded by bubbling test tubes and tangled wires. The air is thick with the scent of disinfectant and smoke, casting a haze over the room. In the background, a towering spire of twisted metal pierces the gray sky like a jagged sword, as if born from the very darkness that shrouds the city. To one side, a bank of computer screens flicker with distorted images and code snippets, while a hissing ventilation system hums in the distance. In the foreground, various specimens – human and non-human alike – lie motionless on gurneys or suspended from hooks, their bodies artificially augmented with implants and prosthetics. One figure lies recumbent, its face obscured by a tangle of wires, as if it's been merged with machinery. In the bottom left corner of the scene, a faint scribble reads "Subject: Echo-7," in a font that seems both elegant and menacing at once. On the opposite wall, a blackboard is covered in cryptic notes and diagrams, hinting at sinister experiments and clandestine research. A cold breeze stirs the shadows, casting eerie silhouettes on the walls as if the very fabric of reality is under siege. The overall atmosphere should evoke a sense of foreboding and unease, reflecting the brutal fusion of science and humanity that pervades the Biopunk genre.

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