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    Panoramic view of a man sitting with his back turned playing a grand piano, the piano is located on the roof of a tall building that is on fire, the flames come out of the windows and already reach the roof, overhead shot, dramatic image, hyper-detailed, twilight light, hard shadows
    After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen mystery The new kingdoms rise By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows
    After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen mystery The new kingdoms rise By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (john leech:1.4), as a (metalwork:1.6). An evocative and detailed Fairy Tale Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (john leech:1.4), as a (metalwork:1.6). In a lush, moonlit forest, where ancient trees stretch towards the starry sky like nature's own cathedral, a majestic castle rises from the whispers of the wind. The walls, a blend of ivy and mistletoe, shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if infused with the soft luminescence of fireflies on a summer evening. In the foreground, a serene lake glimmers, its surface adorned with delicate water lilies that seem to be made of crystal. In the midst of this mystical setting, a regal figure stands at the edge of the forest, her long golden hair cascading down her back like a river of sunset hues. Her gown, woven from threads of shimmering silver and moonbeams, flows behind her like a river of night, as she gazes up at the castle with an air of quiet longing. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, for tonight, under the watchful eyes of the moon and the whispered secrets of the forest, the boundaries between reality and fantasy will be blurred. The night air is alive with magical energy, as if the very essence of dreams has come to life in this enchanted realm. A soft, silver mist wafts through the trees, carrying the sweet scent of roses and promise, while a lone figure on horseback, clad in shadows, rides towards the castle, its presence weaving a subtle thread into the tapestry of fate. The moon, now a burning silver orb, casts an otherworldly glow upon this timeless, fairy tale landscape, where the past, present, and future converge in a swirl of magic and mystery.
    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 scene depicting a skeleton that has come back to life to dance its last dance with an elderly beloved. The setting is a dimly lit, mystical ballroom, adorned with cobwebs and faded grandeur. The skeleton, elegantly dressed in a tattered tuxedo, holds the frail, graceful figure of an elderly woman in a vintage gown, her hair styled in soft curls. Their expressions convey deep emotion, with the skeleton's eye sockets glowing softly and the woman's face radiating love and nostalgia. Around them, swirling shadows and ethereal lights create an enchanting atmosphere, while old photographs hang on the walls, capturing moments of their past together
    After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen mystery The new kingdoms rise By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows
    a drift race car sliding on the tarmac with smoke coming out of the back of it as it drives down, trending on unsplash, japanese drift car, drifting, motorsports photography, drifting around a corner, smoke coming from tires, khyzyl saleem

      Stable Diffusion 3 (SD3)

    • SD3 Medium - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3Medium.safetensors
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    • SD3 Medium Incl Clip FP16 - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclClip.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl T5XXL - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclT5XXL.safetensors
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    • Text Encoder - Clip G - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderClipG.safetensors
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    • Demo Prompts - stableDiffusion3SD3_demoPrompts_trainingData.zip

      Stable Diffusion 3.5 Large

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

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