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A solitary figure meticulously sews a fraying fabric tear against a vast, empty backdrop, hands and needle in sharp close-up with threads trailing into geometric shadows. Inspired by Henri Matisse’s fluid line art and Egon Schiele’s emotive minimalism, the piece contrasts stark black ink and bone-white paper with a single crimson thread. Stark sidelighting carves dramatic tension between fragility and resilience, textures of coarse linen and smooth steel needles heightening tactile tension. Unraveling threads dissolve into smoke at the edges, symbolizing impermanence within precise, deliberate strokes.

$A lone figure kneels in contemplation at the heart of a sparse autumn forest, crimson leaves swirling like suspended tears. Foreground focus on the figure’s bowed silhouette, backdropped by stark, vertical birch trunks receding into mist. Stylized in Mark Rothko’s color-field minimalism fused with Zdzisław Beksiński’s surreal melancholy: layered washes of burnt umber, gold, and blood-red gradients clash against slate-gray shadows. Thin winter light fractures through bare branches, casting geometric patterns on cracked earth. Tactile contrasts: gossamer leaf veins, rough bark, a single glass-like teardrop merging with a fallen leaf. Eerie serenity, transience as harmony.$

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.

$A close-up of a broken and ruined cyborg girl amidst the debris of a landfill. Electronic waste of computer, mobile, and camera parts are strewn about the scene. Despite her beautiful face, her body bears numerous scars and holes. (She lies on the ground:0.2), presented in dynamic perspective with sharp focus and depth of field that highlights her intricate details. Her eyes and face are extremely detailed, conveying a hyperpunk atmosphere. Cinematic lighting illuminates her reflective, transparent, iridescent opaque jacket and her long, transparent iridescent hair that shimmers in RGB hues. Tears well in her expressive, beautiful eyes as viewed from above. Her mouth is closed in a pained and sad expression. She is partially submerged in a puddle of fluorescent green liquid with a fractal reflection. The scene appears as a masterpiece of anime and digital art. Holding a scuffed sign with the text "pls fix me"$

Documentary photography of a 23-year-old Palestinian girl holding a board that says "fighting palestine" and facing the camera with tears in her eyes in despair,She was dressed in tattered traditional garb by the side of a refugee camp that had just been bombed， close-up angle，Canon eos mark3 shoot，32k UHD.

ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (eiichiro oda:1.4), as a (millefiori glass:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Paranormal genre.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (eiichiro oda:1.4), as a (millefiori glass:1.6).
A decrepit mansion stands isolated amidst a tangle of overgrown vines and dead trees, its grandeur slowly being consumed by the passing of time. Moonlight casts long shadows across the crumbling facade, as if darkness itself is attempting to reclaim the structure as its own. In the center of the forecourt, a figure shrouded in mist stands poised at the entrance, beckoning forth an unseen presence. The air is heavy with anticipation and dread, the atmosphere thickened by an unspoken malevolence that lingers just beyond the fringes of perception.
Atop the mansion's peak, a glowing orb suspended in the air seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy, casting an ethereal glow over the surrounding landscape. To one side, the silhouette of a lone tree appears to be twisted and corrupted by some unseen force, its branches grasping towards the sky like skeletal fingers. The overall effect is one of foreboding and unease, as if the very fabric of reality is about to tear apart in this forsaken place.

red-pink glitching scifi illustration of a cyberpunk image made of distorted light, glitched circuitry lines defining abstract shapes forming occult geometries. It is seen on a phase-shifted displayer on a wall at the end of a dark hall inside a tech ruin within a cyber-rituralistic vault construct. The holo-canvas seems to absorb all evil energy it accumulates and manifests a virtual essence displayed in unspeakable shapes and patterns. The setting is a cyber tech ruin, the walls lined with data crystals with circuit-lines and holographic arrays like flickering screens displaying glitching cryptic glyphs. chromatic aberration, anaglyph, screen tearing, displacement glitches, corrupt image data, artifacts, photo taken with a broken microwave on x-ray setting

$A broken and ruined cyborg girl is amidst the debris of a landfill. Electronic waste of computer, mobile, and camera parts are strewn about the scene. Despite her beautiful face, her body bears numerous scars and holes. (She lies on the ground:0.2), presented in dynamic perspective with sharp focus and depth of field that highlights her intricate details. Her eyes and face are extremely detailed, conveying a hyperpunk atmosphere. Cinematic lighting illuminates her reflective, transparent, iridescent opaque jacket and her long, transparent iridescent hair that shimmers in RGB hues. Tears well in her expressive, beautiful eyes as viewed from above. She is partially submerged in a puddle of fluorescent green liquid with a fractal reflection. The scene appears as a masterpiece of anime and digital art.$

A timeworn, detailed map with a warm color palette, gold accents, and a sense of history. The map should be slightly crinkled, with a few tears and stains, as if it has been well-loved and used over time. The map should be leading to a hidden treasure in a grand, opulent ballroom, filled with elegantly dressed dancers, their faces animated with joy and laughter. The atmosphere should be lively, filled with the soft sounds of a string quartet. The ballroom should be ornate, filled with gilded mirrors and chandeliers. The dancers' clothing should be in rich jewel tones, with intricate lace and beadwork. The overall mood should be one of excitement and celebration.

70s style sci-fi , his steely skin is covered by centuries of dust, once he was a great one, now he is dull and rust, an oily tear he is crying, can you feel the pain of the sad sad robot, partially covered in shadow, dramatic, cinematic, shadow

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 colossal iridescent moth perched on a crumbling gothic cathedral spire against a blood-red sunset sky. Its wings span ten feet wide, each scale shimmering with opalescent hues that shift in the fading light. The air around it crackles with ethereal energy, illuminating its multifaceted eyes that glow with an inner luminescence. Its delicate antennae twitch, sensing the vibrations of the wind whistling through the spires below. A single tear rolls down its cheek, leaving a trail of sparkling stardust in its wake. Below, gargoyles leer menacingly at the creature's majestic form. Fog swirls around their stone bodies, obscuring the cobblestone streets below.

A single human eye rendered in thick impasto strokes using vibrant hues of crimson red for the iris and deep emerald green for the pupil against a smooth, matte white canvas. The eyelashes are long and dark, cast in sharp relief by a soft, directional light source coming from above right, illuminating the delicate curve of the eyelid. A subtle shimmer effect on the tear duct adds depth and dimension to the overall composition. The entire scene exudes warmth and intimacy due to the rich color palette and masterful brushwork.

a high-resolution photograph featuring three ancient, gothic-style masks, each with a distinct, ornate design, the masks are arranged in a vertical line, with the first mask at the top, the second mask in the middle, the third mask on the left, in the center, has a smooth, patina of bronze with a slightly rough, uneven surface, indicating wear and tear, the mask has a slightly worn, aged appearance, with visible cracks and chipped paint, suggesting it has been exposed to the elements for some time, the gold has a warm, golden hue, contrasting with the dark background, which makes the masks stand out vividly, the texture of the bronze is smooth and polished, with a slight sheen that enhances the metallic sheen of the masks, the background is completely black, making the masks the focal point of the image, the overall composition is dark and moody, with no additional objects or people present, focusing solely on the masks and their intricate details, the lighting is soft and warm, casting subtle shadows that enhance the texture and depth of the gold and bronze, creating a sense of depth and realism

$A haunting ethereal scene depicting the dissolution of reality itself, where translucent veils of cosmic mist part to reveal an infinite void, rendered in sweeping abstract expressionist brushstrokes reminiscent of Mark Rothko's color field paintings and Willem de Kooning's dynamic gestures. Swirling tendrils of opalescent light dance through dimensional tears, while fractured geometric forms float in a space between existence and nothingness, channeling the metaphysical qualities of Wassily Kandinsky's compositions. The palette shifts between deep cosmic purples and ethereal whites, punctuated by bursts of electric blue energy that echo Yayoi Kusama's infinite nets, creating a sense of boundless depth and spiritual transcendence. Textural elements evoke Jackson Pollock's controlled chaos, with layers of translucent paint appearing to hover in three-dimensional space, while incorporating the surreal dream-like quality of Salvador Dalí's melting forms. The composition draws viewers into a hypnotic vortex where reality unravels into pure abstraction, photographed with cinematic lighting that casts dramatic shadows through the metaphysical fog, rendered in ultra-high definition with precise attention to the interplay of light and shadow, 8K resolution, featuring the philosophical depth of Zdzisław Beksiński's apocalyptic visions combined with the technical precision of contemporary digital art.$

Cinematic photography of a phantasmal creature born from lingering pain and darkness. The Body of this creature is starting to fall apart showing its inner gears and screws that shine like a nebula. Its gazing eyes are filled with tears. The feminine Hands and beautiful upper torso is beautiful decorated with flowers.

A swirling vortex of vibrant nebulas collides violently against a backdrop of jagged black asteroids. Molten lava flows across a desolate lunar surface, while colossal lightning bolts crackle through the chaotic sky. The air is thick with ash and smoke, illuminated by bursts of otherworldly light emanating from unstable wormholes that tear open in random locations. Jagged shards of glass rain down on a barren landscape littered with twisted metal debris. A sense of impending doom hangs heavy over this scene of absolute destruction.

A ghostly, translucent cyborg silhouette emerges from dust, air, and water, its body adorned in a sleek, matte black exoskeleton with a transparent crystal hull. The design is both futuristic and elegant, exuding an air of mystery and power. Its metallic skin shimmers like liquid metal, reflecting light with fluid transitions. In the backdrop, an abstract digital landscape pulses with holographic projections and soft sound waves, merging high-tech polygonal shapes with intricate, flowing patterns. The scene evokes an ethereal, godlike presence—an extraterrestrial storm deity blending mechanical precision with artistic grace, whining woman, tears like diamonds crystal clear, reflections

A somber and intensely lit high-key photograph of a despondent elderly woman, isolated against the drab monotonous backdrop of a small-town grocery store. Her worn face, creased with countless signs of hardship, is showcased through a tightly cropped composition, expressing a profound sense of despair and resignation, the sagging lines and folds suggesting deep sorrow etched across her features under the artificial fluorescent glow overhead, highlighted ever so starkly against the garish colours of advertisements for fruit and vegetables behind her, with a bleak, reflected loneliness stemming from eyes misted with a faint brim of unshed tears set deep within a tapestry of her lived years.

A Fearful anime girl stands alone in dramatic cannon light radiating fiery orange and purple hues, her emotional expression of anxiety showing subtle tears pricked in her eyes as sparks fly from her ethereal costume

$Shrouded in an air of forgotten divinity, the Mothkeeper stands as a haunting fusion of decayed royalty and insectile mysticism. Her alabaster skin glows faintly with an unnatural stillness, a contrast to the living shimmer of the moth-creatures that orbit her like silent sentinels. Clad in a flowing, ancient gown resembling moth wings left too long in shadow, its fabric tears like parchment and shifts like smoke. An ornate golden chestpiece is embedded with a cocoon—glowing dimly with latent metamorphosis—an organic relic binding her to the realm between life and rebirth. Her crimson hood falls over a bone-like crown that fans out in symmetrical ridges, mirroring the architecture of a moth's antennae or the fractured chitin of a forgotten queen. Her eyes, red as dying embers, are not vacant—but ancient, as though she remembers every veil ever lifted. Veins of green iridescence pulse faintly through her garments and skin, a sign of corrupted sorcery pulsing within. The Mothkeeper is no mere mortal. She is guardian of thresholds, spinner of illusion, and vessel of transformation. She whispers to the lost through the wings of her companions, weaving dreams that hover between salvation and surrender. <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.55> <lora:Sinfully_Stylish_.02_for_FLUX:0.35> <lora:dystopia:0.6>$

Corrupted image of an alien standing in a dimly lit desert, with its body fragmented by pixel shifts and data corruption. Parts of its limbs are misplaced and duplicated, creating a distorted, surreal silhouette. Neon-colored glitch lines tear across its frame, while squares of static hover around, blending the alien form with the vast, distorted landscape.

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.

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ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (ronald searle:1.4), as a (sculpture:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Sword and Sorcery genre.
steadicam shot shot.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (ronald searle:1.4), as a (sculpture:1.6).
A sweeping vista of rugged, windswept mountains stretches across the horizon, their craggy peaks shrouded in a misty veil that dances with an otherworldly energy. In the foreground, a figure clad in ornate leather armor stands tall, gazing intently up at the mountain's summit as if beseeching the gods for guidance or solace. The warrior's face is etched with lines of determination and weariness, their eyes burning with an unyielding resolve that seems almost supernatural.
To one side, a magnificent tree rises from the earth, its trunk twisted and gnarled with age, its branches stretching towards the heavens like a nature-wrought symbol of ancient wisdom. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the sound of distant rumbling water echoes through the landscape, where a glittering silver river cascades down the mountain's flank, its crystalline waters shimmering in the fading light.
In the distance, a castle materializes like a mirage, its stone walls glinting with an ethereal light as if the very essence of the land had been distilled into its majestic architecture. Vines and creepers spill from the battlements, their tendrils seeming to grasp for the heavens like living shadows. The overall impression is one of a world teetering on the edge of chaos, where ancient magic lingers in the air and the very fabric of reality seems about to tear apart at any moment.
As twilight descends upon this foreboding yet awe-inspiring scene, the skies ignite with colors that would be considered impossible by mortal eyes: vermilion, sapphire, and amethyst hues mingle and dance across the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the warrior's resolute form. The atmosphere is alive with tension, as if the very balance of fate hung precariously in the scales of this solitary figure, waiting to see which path they would choose next.
steadicam shot shot.

Documentary photography of a 10 year old Palestinian girl, tearful and helpless, facing the camera as the sky clouds over with gloomy light，32k UHD.

(vintage film photo) of a car with digital glitch distortions and artifacts, pixelated sections and color channel separation. the car's body warps and fragments into geometric shapes, some parts duplicated and overlapping. random blocks of static and corrupted data create visual noise across the image. neon-colored glitch lines tear through the composition against an urban background with distorted buildings and a fragmented cloudy sky.

$ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (ryan ottley:1.4), as a (tattoo: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 (ryan ottley:1.4), as a (tattoo:1.6). In the swirling mists of a mystical realm, where steam-powered ships sailed beneath the radiant moonlight and the air reeked of saltwater and smoke, a singular figure stood at the prow of a majestic vessel. Her name was Lyra, a seapunk of unyielding passion and curiosity, with an insatiable thirst for discovery that had driven her to chart the uncharted waters of the unknown. The ship itself was a marvel of twisted copper pipes, gleaming brass accents, and undulating wooden decks that seemed to writhe like living serpents. Lyra's vessel, dubbed "Maelstrom's Fury," cut through the waves with a hypnotic rhythm, as if propelled by an unseen force that synchronized with the cadence of her own heartbeat. As she gazed out into the depths, where bioluminescent creatures danced in the darkness like ethereal ballerinas, Lyra's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity. Her hair, a wild tangle of silver-blonde locks, cascaded down her back like a river of starlight, and her skin shone with a luminous glow, as if infused with the essence of moonflowers. Her attire was a masterful blend of functionality and whimsy: brass-rimmed goggles perched on her forehead, adorned with glittering opals that refracted the light into miniature rainbows; a leather corset cinched at the waist, embroidered with intricate patterns of seaweed and shells that shimmered like mermaid's tears. Around her neck, a delicate chain supported a glinting amulet in the shape of a seashell, its curves echoing the sinuous lines of the ship's hull. As Maelstrom's Fury vanished into the mists, Lyra's figure became one with the landscape itself â a living embodiment of the dreamlike magic that dwelled within this mystical realm. Her presence seemed to awaken hidden harmonies within the waves, as if she had become an extension of the very fabric of the sea. And in that instant, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, and Lyra stood at the threshold of realms both wondrous and unknown â her name etched into the annals of legend, forever bound to the mystical allure of Maelstrom's Fury.$