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    In a mesmerizing artistic fusion of the renowned painter, Thomas Cole, and the avant-garde vision of Zdzisław Beksiński, envision the ill-fated RMS Titanic in its final moments. The mighty vessel, now a ghostly silhouette against the midnight blue canvas of the Atlantic Ocean, is depicted in an awe-inspiring blend of Romantic and Surrealist styles. The once-majestic ship, now a crumbling testament to human folly, is seen from the depths of the ocean, with its fractured hull and twisted metal illuminated by the eerie glow of phosphorescent marine life. As the ship slowly sinks into the abyss, the ghostly figures of its passengers are seen drifting in a spectral dance, their faces etched with the terror of their impending doom
    In a mesmerizing artistic fusion of the renowned painter, Thomas Cole, and the avant-garde vision of Zdzisław Beksiński, envision the ill-fated RMS Titanic in its final moments. The mighty vessel, now a ghostly silhouette against the midnight blue canvas of the Atlantic Ocean, is depicted in an awe-inspiring blend of Romantic and Surrealist styles. The once-majestic ship, now a crumbling testament to human folly, is seen from the depths of the ocean, with its fractured hull and twisted metal illuminated by the eerie glow of phosphorescent marine life. As the ship slowly sinks into the abyss, the ghostly figures of its passengers are seen drifting in a spectral dance, their faces etched with the terror of their impending doom
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A spectral warrior, her body flickering between physical form and shadowy essence, adorned in broken armor that shifts between metal and smoke, Her heart is an exposed core of swirling darkness, and her eyes blaze with spectral fire, The backdrop is a battlefield littered with crumbling ruins and ghostly figures, high contrast, smoke effects, motion blur, dynamic lighting, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    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!
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (josh agle:1.4), as a (thai puppet theater:1.6). A surrealistic depiction of a random fantasy scene of the seapunk genre. complex patterns. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (josh agle:1.4), as a (thai puppet theater:1.6). In the mist-shrouded alleys of a forgotten seaside city, where time itself seemed to be unraveling like a tattered sail, the fantastical creatures of the seapunk realm converged in a mesmerizing tapestry of wonder. Amidst this swirling vortex of colors and textures, a lone figure stood poised at the edge of reality. The subject's face was a study in contrasts – pale skin kissed by hints of moonlit luminescence, yet pockmarked with intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to shift like the shifting sands of a mystical shoreline. Eyes that shone like polished opals pierced the veil of the ordinary, imbuing the surrounding environment with an air of enchantment. A sprinkling of iridescent scales glimmered along the edges of their eyelids, like the first hints of dawn breaking over a shimmering sea. The seapunk's attire was a dazzling amalgam of elegance and whimsy – tattered finery that seemed to be held together by threads of starlight and possibility. A magnificent cloak, woven from a strange, ethereal material that defied the conventional bounds of reality, billowed behind them like a spectral ship on the high seas. The folds of the garment were embroidered with an intricate pattern of gears, cogs, and other mystical machinery, pulsating with an energy that seemed to harmonize the discordant frequencies of the surrounding environment. As the light danced across the seapunk's features, the very fabric of reality appeared to bend and warp in response – buildings twisted like driftwood, seaweed-wreathed statues lurched into motion, and the shadows themselves seemed to take on a life of their own. The air was alive with an almost palpable sense of possibility, as if the universe itself was being rewritten according to the whims of this fantastical seapunk. In the midst of this whirlwind, the subject's gaze became fixed upon some unseen horizon – a point where the boundaries between dreams and reality seemed to blur into a seamless whole. The eye followed their line of sight, and with it, the very fabric of existence began to unfold like a great, unrolled scroll – revealing hidden truths, ancient mysteries, and untold wonders waiting to be discovered in the limitless expanse of the seapunk realm.
    A ghostly figure drifts through a fog-enshroudned, enchanted forest, her presence ethereal and otherworldly. She is a haunting vision, with her body and form dissolving into an intricate cloud of butterflies. Her hair has vanished entirely, replaced by an expansive swarm of delicate butterflies, their wings shimmering in shades of deep blues, soft aquas, and silvers. The butterflies swirl around her, emerging from her very essence as if she is one with the forest, her figure barely distinguishable from the fluttering creatures. Her face is a faint, spectral beauty, with luminous, almost otherworldly eyes that glimmer in the mist, and perfectly shaped lips that are soft, ethereal, and delicate. The butterflies blend seamlessly into her features, creating the illusion that she is a being formed entirely from the swarm, a ghostly spirit of the forest. Her form flickers in and out of focus, as the butterflies move in a continuous dance, swirling in the mist around her. The entire scene is bathed in a soft, magical light that casts an ethereal glow, further blurring the line between her and the mist. The abundance of butterflies, all in shades of blue, creates a hauntingly beautiful atmosphere, as if she is a living embodiment of the forest’s magic, suspended between realms of the physical and the mystical. The soft bokeh of the fog adds to the dreamlike quality, making her seem like a fleeting vision, barely tangible, yet filled with an unmistakable allure.
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A spectral warrior, her body flickering between physical form and shadowy essence, adorned in broken armor that shifts between metal and smoke, Her heart is an exposed core of swirling darkness, and her eyes blaze with spectral fire, The backdrop is a battlefield littered with crumbling ruins and ghostly figures, high contrast, smoke effects, motion blur, dynamic lighting, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    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!
    A mysterious, otherworldly figure with an ethereal and ghostly presence. The being is clad in tattered, flowing garments that appear almost organic, frayed by time and elements. The figure's face is completely obscured by a smooth, featureless mask or shroud, adding to its enigmatic nature. Dark, armored elements contrast with the flowing white fabric, giving a sense of both fragility and power. The figure’s wings, seemingly made of the same decayed material, stretch outward like remnants of a celestial being fallen from grace. The muted, icy color palette and the misty background create a haunting, almost divine atmosphere, evoking themes of decay, transcendence, and the supernatural. The overall composition suggests a being caught between worlds—angelic yet ominous, spectral yet powerful. <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.55> <lora:Sinfully_Stylish_.02_for_FLUX:0.35> <lora:dystopia:0.6>

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