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    ↑ trending on artstation 4/5 ★★★★☆, Imagine a dragon of fiery red hues, a creature of majestic and fearsome beauty. Its scales gleam like polished rubies, reflecting the light in such a way that they appear to glow from within. Each scale is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, overlapping perfectly to form a formidable armor that shimmers with every movement. The dragon's immense wings stretch out proudly, spanning the width of a grand hall. Membranes between its elongated fingers are a translucent crimson, allowing sunlight to filter through and cast a warm, fiery glow on the ground below. As it beats its wings, a rush of heated air swirls around, carrying with it the faint scent of smoldering embers. Its head is adorned with horns that curve back towards its neck, their tips sharp and gleaming like molten metal. Eyes like molten gold gaze out with an ancient wisdom, reflecting the intelligence that surpasses mortal understanding. Flames flicker at the corners of its mouth, a testament to the inferno that lies within. The dragon's tail, long and sinuous, ends in a barbed tip that lashes back and forth with restless energy. Each movement of its tail sends ripples through the air, leaving a trail of shimmering heat in its wake. Embedded within its scales are veins of glowing magma, pulsating with the dragon's life force. As it moves, the ground beneath its feet trembles, scorched by the mere presence of such immense power. A low, rumbling growl emanates from deep within its chest, a warning to any who dare to challenge its dominion. In flight, the dragon cuts through the sky with grace and precision. Trails of sparks and embers follow in its wake, leaving a fiery comet-like streak against the azure expanse above. Its roar reverberates through the air like thunder, striking awe and fear into the hearts of those who witness its majesty. This fiery red dragon embodies not just raw power, but a regal presence that commands respect and admiration. It is a creature of myth and legend, a guardian of ancient treasures and keeper of secrets buried within the depths of time.
    A hand, illuminated by soft candlelight, reaches into an ornate, mahogany box lined with crimson velvet. Fingers tremble with anticipation, hovering over an array of exquisite chocolates. The chosen morsel: a perfectly square dark chocolate, its surface glossy and smooth, promises hidden depths. At its center, a single, crystallized violet petal glistens like a precious gem, hinting at the luscious cherry ganache within. The chocolate exudes an aura of temptation and transformation, a Pandora's box of sensory delights. Rich aromas of cocoa, cherries, and floral notes waft through the air, mingling with the warmth of the flickering flame. Shadows dance across the scene, creating an intimate, almost clandestine atmosphere. The moment is frozen in time, teetering on the precipice of indulgence, filled with the promise of pleasure and the thrill of the forbidden. This dramatic still life evokes the chiaroscuro mastery of Rembrandt, the sumptuous textures of Vermeer, and the symbolic depth of Dali, blending realism with a touch of surrealism to capture the essence of desire and decadence.
    A hand, illuminated by soft candlelight, reaches into an ornate, mahogany box lined with crimson velvet. Fingers tremble with anticipation, hovering over an array of exquisite chocolates. The chosen morsel: a perfectly square dark chocolate, its surface glossy and smooth, promises hidden depths. At its center, a single, crystallized violet petal glistens like a precious gem, hinting at the luscious cherry ganache within. The chocolate exudes an aura of temptation and transformation, a Pandora's box of sensory delights. Rich aromas of cocoa, cherries, and floral notes waft through the air, mingling with the warmth of the flickering flame. Shadows dance across the scene, creating an intimate, almost clandestine atmosphere. The moment is frozen in time, teetering on the precipice of indulgence, filled with the promise of pleasure and the thrill of the forbidden. This dramatic still life evokes the chiaroscuro mastery of Rembrandt, the sumptuous textures of Vermeer, and the symbolic depth of Dali, blending realism with a touch of surrealism to capture the essence of desire and decadence.
    Within an ancient, moss-draped forest where sunlight struggles to penetrate the thick canopy, lies a shimmering anomaly - a perfectly round portal pulsating with ethereal energy. Its iridescent surface shimmers with emerald green, sapphire blue, and ruby red, constantly shifting and swirling like liquid jewels caught in mid-air. The air around the portal crackles with static electricity, causing nearby leaves to tremble and bend towards its mesmerizing center. Peering through this otherworldly gateway reveals not the expected woodland vista but instead, a breathtaking cityscape bathed in the warm glow of artificial twilight. Sleek, metallic skyscrapers pierce the smoky haze above, their surfaces adorned with holographic displays that flicker and dance with vibrant neons,
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (patrick seymour:1.4), as a (time lapse photography:1.6). A poignant Genetic Engineering Fiction Science Fiction scene. Dynamic and dramatic daylight. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (patrick seymour:1.4), as a (time lapse photography:1.6). In a sterile, dimly lit laboratory, a lone scientist carefully cradles a small, delicate vial containing the genetically engineered human clone, its eyes aglow with an ethereal light. The air is heavy with anticipation and trepidation as the scientist's fingers tremble over the control panel, ready to initiate the next stage of the being's development. In the background, a holographic projection flickers with the silhouettes of faces from history's most renowned geneticists, their voices whispering cryptic warnings about the consequences of playing god with life and DNA. The cloning technology that has enabled this miraculous breakthrough stands as a testament to human ingenuity, while also echoing the primal fears of losing control over our own destiny. The scientist's determination is tempered by doubt, as they contemplate the responsibility that comes with creating life – an existence now precariously poised between hope and annihilation. This haunting scene presents an existential commentary on the consequences of harnessing technology to alter the fundamental fabric of life, blurring the lines between science and morality, and casting a profound shadow over humanity's very future. Dynamic and dramatic daylight.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (john harris:1.4), as a (wide angle lens:1.6). An evocative and detailed Heroic Fantasy scene. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (john harris:1.4), as a (wide angle lens:1.6). Depict a majestic medieval landscape bathed in warm golden light, as if set aflame by a thousand setting suns. The sky above a deep shade of burnished crimson, with the silhouette of a regal mountain range looming in the distance. In the foreground, a band of valiant warriors, clad in shining armor and bearing noble banners, march forth from the gates of a fortified stronghold, their footsteps echoing through the stillness. The lead warrior, a towering figure with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes, strides confidently at the forefront of his company, his sword slung over his shoulder. His armor gleams like polished silver, adorned with intricate engravings that seem to shimmer in the fading light. The banner emblazoned on his shield bears the symbol of a soaring eagle, its wings outstretched as if ready to take flight. As the warriors disappear into the distance, their long cloaks billowing behind them like banners, a sense of hope and anticipation hangs heavy in the air, as if the very fate of the realm rests on the outcome of this grand quest. The landscape itself seems to tremble with the promise of heroism, as if the earth itself were awakening from a deep slumber to behold the bravery of these noble warriors.
    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 tight, dramatic zoom-in on a mage's trembling hands as they weave a complex spell, glowing runes etching themselves into the air with crackling energy. The perspective captures the raw tension: veins and tendons straining under the effort, fingertips sparking with arcs of lightning that leap outward unpredictably. The camera angle tilts slightly, emphasizing the chaos of the moment. the mage is out of focus but still discernible, shadowy, monstrous figure with glowing eyes. The environment is stormy—jagged bolts of lightning split the sky, their reflections dancing in the mage’s sweat-streaked face, barely visible beyond their glowing hands. Threads of the mage’s cloak swirl in the violent wind, flaring outward and breaking the frame with their dynamic motion. Ash and embers drift like fleeting stars through the air, catching the eerie blue glow of the spell in progress. The shot brims with urgency and struggle
    A hand, illuminated by soft candlelight, reaches into an ornate, mahogany box lined with crimson velvet. Fingers tremble with anticipation, hovering over an array of exquisite chocolates. The chosen morsel: a perfectly square dark chocolate, its surface glossy and smooth, promises hidden depths. At its center, a single, crystallized violet petal glistens like a precious gem, hinting at the luscious cherry ganache within. The chocolate exudes an aura of temptation and transformation, a Pandora's box of sensory delights. Rich aromas of cocoa, cherries, and floral notes waft through the air, mingling with the warmth of the flickering flame. Shadows dance across the scene, creating an intimate, almost clandestine atmosphere. The moment is frozen in time, teetering on the precipice of indulgence, filled with the promise of pleasure and the thrill of the forbidden. This dramatic still life evokes the chiaroscuro mastery of Rembrandt, the sumptuous textures of Vermeer, and the symbolic depth of Dali, blending realism with a touch of surrealism to capture the essence of desire and decadence.
    A chaotic scene filled with destruction and mayhem. Buildings crumble under their own weight, engulfed in flames that illuminate the night sky. Twisted metal carcasses litter the ground amidst swirling smoke and ash. People scream and run for cover as debris rains down around them. The air crackles with raw energy, casting grotesque shadows on everything it touches. A sense of impending doom hangs heavy over the landscape. The ground trembles beneath your feet, threatening to swallow everything whole. This is absolute chaos unleashed upon the world.
    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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