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A highly detailed, realistic digital painting depicting a close-up of a futuristic Star Wars-style helmet. The helmet is predominantly black with metallic accents, and has a sleek, aerodynamic design with a visor that covers the entire face. The visor is adorned with red glowing eyes that appear to glow, giving the helmet a futuristic or sci-fi look. The mask has a prominent, angular nose piece and a series of vents that cover the entire mouth and nose. The vents are arranged symmetrically, with each vent slightly overlapping what is underneath it. In the foreground are several flexible metal pipes that are twisted and contorted, suggesting a combination of industrial and mechanical elements. The background is a dark, starry night sky with faint white specks of snow, giving the scene a sense of depth and realism. The texture of the painting is smooth, with a glossy finish that enhances the metallic shine of the helmet and the reflective properties of the pipes, the overall style is reminiscent of high-quality, hyper-realistic digital art with careful attention to detail and shadows that give it a realistic feel.

$A surreal fine art photograph of a fractured glass sphere suspended mid-explosion in an infinite monochromatic void, radiating jagged crimson cracks that crystallize into Cubist fragments. Central composition with a low-angle perspective amplifies tension; chiaroscuro lighting casts gold-tinged shadows across prismatic shards. Stylistic fusion of Salvador Dalí’s dreamlike dissonance and Futurist dynamism, textures alternating between razor-sharp glass edges and smoky, molten undertones. Mood oscillates between violent rupture and fragile equilibrium, underscored by tactile contrasts of splintering transparency against velvety darkness. Internationally acclaimed, hyper-detailed, with a hidden fissure glowing faintly at the core.$

$A fragile glass sphere filled with swirling liquid light floats midair in an infinite obsidian void, centered in frame with shallow depth of field emphasizing micro-cracks spreading across its surface. Blends Hiroshi Sugimoto's monochromatic precision with Wolfgang Tillmans' luminous chaos, rendered in iridescent cobalt and molten gold against velvety darkness. Dramatic sidelight casts radial bursts through fissures, while faint geometric shadows echo in the blurred background. Tactile contrasts: slick glass against chalky fracture lines, frozen droplets suspended like diamond dust. Shot on imagined 85mm Hasselblad film, hyper-detailed textures amplifying tension between permanence and decay—an internationally celebrated study of ephemeral beauty.$

The portrait is a stunning piece of award-winning photography, employing the technique of double exposure to create a surreal and captivating image. The central figure is a middle-aged woman with striking features, her face partially obscured by a cascade of raven-black hair. The double exposure blends her visage with a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds, adding an ominous and powerful element to the composition. The background is an eerie forest, with twisted, barren trees reaching up like skeletal fingers. The lighting is low key, with stark contrasts between light and shadow, emphasizing the dramatic contours of her face and the ghostly forest. Shadows play across her features, creating an almost haunted look, while subtle artistic elements like faint, superimposed images of crows in flight add to the surreal atmosphere. The perspective is slightly angled from below, enhancing the sense of dominance and mystery. The mood is intensely dark and edgy, evoking a blend of fear, awe, and intrigue.

ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (josh kirby:1.4), as a (weather map:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Historical Fiction genre.
eye level shot.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (josh kirby:1.4), as a (weather map:1.6).
A dimly lit tavern in 14th century Eastern Europe, its wooden beams weathered to a warm silver by centuries of smoke and flame. The room is alive with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of tankards against wooden mugs. In the center of the room, a lone figure sits atop a stool, their face hidden in shadow as they sip a solitary tankard from the tap. Their hands are large and gnarled, hands that have witnessed battles and weathered winters.
Against one wall, a grand harp stands tall, its strings adorned with tarnished silver and copper beads, reflecting flickering candlelight like a scattered constellation of stars. A hooded figure sits on the floor, surrounded by piles of dog-eared parchments and oil-stained quills, meticulously transcribing ancient texts by the faint light of a lantern. The air is thick with the scent of old books and wood smoke, as if the very fabric of time has been woven into this humble tavern.
eye level shot.

Create a detailed scene of an ancient medieval village during the blue hour, with a mystical and eerie atmosphere. The village is made up of stone houses with thatched roofs, narrow cobblestone streets, and faintly glowing lanterns casting long shadows. In the background, a dense, misty forest surrounds the village, adding to the sense of mystery. A mysterious figure cloaked in dark robes stands at the edge of the village, partially hidden in the shadows, with an ominous presence. The figure appears to be associated with the plague, carrying a staff or wearing a mask reminiscent of a plague doctor. The overall mood should be haunting, with a subtle, unsettling feeling as the blue twilight deepens into night.

A professional movie poster for Star Wars XIII that features a chilling close-up of a rusty, cloaked Sith necromancer trooper. His face, partially hidden by a frayed hood and damaged face mask, reveals corroded metal, and his glowing red eyes hold an intense, haunting gaze. Dramatic shadows enhance his skeletal features, while faint, crackling red sparks light up the rusty armor beneath. The dark, shadowy background makes him emerge like an apparition.

At the bottom, in bold, electrified red text with sparking edges, the tagline reads You’ll Sith Your Pants

A mysterious scene inside an ancient stone temple illuminated by faint candlelight. A monk in simple robes sits in meditation, with his eyes closed and hands resting calmly on his knees. Nearby, a large serpent, with intricately patterned scales of emerald green and deep gold, coils around a stone pillar. The snakeâs gaze is sharp and intense, as if watching over the monk protectively. The temple walls are adorned with faded carvings and symbols, showing hints of a lost civilization. Shadows dance across the stone surfaces, giving the place an aura of wisdom and secrecy, watercolor painting style.

A colossal, iridescent mushroom towers over a bioluminescent forest, its cap glowing with an ethereal purple light. Its stem is covered in pulsating veins of emerald green, and beneath its cap, hundreds of tiny, winged creatures flit among luminescent spores that rain down around it. The scene is bathed in the soft glow of fireflies, casting long, dancing shadows on the moss-covered ground below. Through the trees, one can see the faint outline of a city carved into the side of a nearby mountain, its lights flickering like distant stars.

A cute dragon in Disney 3D animation style, sleeping curled up on the peak of a slender mountain. The warm, fluffy grass blankets the landscape below, with soft golden hues blending into cool blues at the horizon. Tiny wildflowers dot the mountainâs edge, adding pops of vibrant colorâpinks, purples, and yellows. The dragonâs scales shimmer with iridescent greens and blues, catching the sunlight. Detailed textures and sharp focus bring the scene to life, with dramatic shadows enhancing the fantasy atmosphere. Cinematic lighting casts a gentle glow over the dragon, highlighting its serene expression. HDR enhances the vivid color palette, from the lush greenery to the distant mountains bathed in twilight. The air feels crisp and fresh, with a slight mist hovering around the peaks, creating a dreamy, ethereal ambiance. The dragonâs breath can be seen as a faint, glowing mist, adding another layer of magic to the tranquil setting. This highly detailed, photorealistic scene captures the essence of a whimsical, enchanting world, where even the tiniest,

The image is a digital illustration in a vibrant, stylized anime art style. It depicts a dramatic, otherworldly landscape with a towering, snow-capped mountain in the background. The mountain is sharply detailed, with jagged peaks and deep crevices, suggesting a harsh, rugged terrain. The sky above the mountain is a deep, rich blue, dotted with small, white stars, creating a serene yet mysterious atmosphere.

In the foreground, the landscape transitions to a rocky, barren expanse. Large, smooth boulders scattered across the ground, ranging in size from small to medium, are depicted with a soft, rounded texture. The ground beneath the rocks is a pale, almost white color, indicating a cold, icy environment.

A striking feature in the middle ground is a large, bright red cliff or ridge that contrasts sharply with the white and blue tones of the mountain and sky. This red section adds a sense of depth and dimension to the scene.

Above the mountain, a large, glowing full moon hangs in the sky, casting a faint, elongated shadow on the mountain and landscape below. The moon is a bright yellow-orange color, which enhances the surreal, fantastical feel of the illustration.

$A beautifully illustrated Trading Card featuring an alien life form on some far off exoplanet. The Eclipsal Wyrm is a serpentine predator that dwells in the twilight zones of a tidally locked exoplanet. Its body is covered in obsidian-like scales that shimmer with faint, iridescent patterns, resembling the fractured light of a dying star. Measuring up to 40 feet in length, it has no limbs, but its undulating motion allows it to glide effortlessly over rocky terrain and through dense, shadowed jungles. The Wyrmâs head is crowned with a luminous, crescent-shaped crest that absorbs ambient light, which it can unleash in dazzling, strobe-like bursts to blind prey. Its maw is lined with retractable crystal fangs that vibrate at high frequencies, creating an eerie, harmonic hum that disorients victims. Two long, feather-like appendages trail from behind its head, sensitive to the slightest atmospheric changes, guiding it to its next target. The Eclipsal Wyrm is both a silent stalker and a living enigma, blending into the void with unnerving precision. The Trading Card background portrays the life forms environment, and fills the entire image area. The card features a filigree, minimalist Art Deco border with interlocking geometric lines rendered in metallic sfumato colors that subtly catch and reflect light. The border is entirely transparent, with no background fill, allowing the cardâs main background to be visible through the design. Its delicate, unobtrusive pattern enhances the cardâs refined appearance, evoking the timeless elegance and sophistication associated with the Art Deco era. The bottom of the card shows a small, simple, yet elegant placard that bears the name "Eclipsal Wyrm " in small, Art Deco lettering.$

The foreground is dominated by a plate piled high with succulent gyros, their tender meat glistening with savory juices and nestled within warm pita bread. Freshly sliced tomatoes, onions, and a dollop of creamy tzatziki sauce complete the mouthwatering composition. The gyros rest upon a rustic oaken table, its surface reflecting the warm, flickering light of several candles scattered around the scene. The candlelight casts dancing shadows, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. In the blurred background, the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses suggest a bustling, yet intimate, restaurant setting. A friendly waitress, her face radiating warmth and hospitality, smiles invitingly from the shadows. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of grilled meat, spices, and the faint scent of beeswax from the candles. This is a scene that appeals to all the senses, a celebration of food, comfort, and human connection. The style evokes the warm, inviting atmosphere of a Dutch Golden Age still life, with its focus on texture, light, and the depiction of everyday objects, but with a modern twist in the form of the blurred restaurant background and the smiling waitress. The desired emotion is a feeling of warmth, comfort, and anticipation, rendered with a rich, golden color palette and a shallow depth of field to emphasize the gyros in the foreground while creating a soft, inviting bokeh effect in the background.

ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (emek golan:1.4), as a (kanban wall:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Detective Fiction genre.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (emek golan:1.4), as a (kanban wall:1.6).
A rain-soaked alleyway at dusk, with worn brick walls and flickering fluorescent lights above, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. In the shadows, a lone figure huddles, dressed in a tattered trench coat, their face obscured by the brim of a fedora. A puddle reflects the faint image of a nearby streetlamp, its light dancing on ripples, like a macabre metronome ticking away the moments until the rain slows to a drizzle.
A discarded cigarette butt lies amidst the wet earth, a forgotten clue, next to a crumpled newspaper with headlines screaming of corruption and deceit. The air reeks of dampness and desperation as the wind stirs, rustling nearby trash cans, their contents spilling onto the pavement like the whispers of victims past. In the distance, a dimly lit office building casts long shadows, its windows reflecting the turmoil brewing within its walls, where detectives toil in search of answers.
A solitary streetlamp casts a warm, golden light on the wet cobblestones, illuminating the eerie silence that shrouds this forsaken alleyway, as if death itself has taken refuge here. The rain seeps into every crevice, a relentless heartbeat pounding in the listener's ear, hinting at the horrors lurking just beneath the surface of this neglected world, waiting to be unraveled by an intrepid sleuth like our beleaguered detective.

In a haunting forest filled with twisted, skeletal trees under a blood-red sky, a spectral knight on a skeletal horse slowly rides through dense fog. The knightâs armor is dark and ancient, covered in rust and faintly glowing runes, and his hollow eye sockets emit a ghostly blue light. The skeletal horse, with tattered remnants of flesh and glowing red eyes, leaves a trail of mist as it steps over bones scattered across the forest floor. Shadows of tortured faces appear in the mist, and faint whispers seem to float in the air. Each detailâfrom the knightâs cracked armor to the ghostly aura surrounding himâis meticulously crafted for an eerie, deathly ambiance.((watercolor painting style))

High-key cinematic landscape portrait with a solitary heroic female figure set amidst the frozen yet surreal overhang of Volantis. Rendered in Ruan Jia's signature dramatic brushstrokes and glowing hues blended with Carne Griffiths's nuanced ink-detailed subtlety, her outstretched arms gesture towards the radiant light piercing through both delicate crystalline tendrils of ice at a lower altitude and interloping gnarls in far higher tropical canopy dominating upper edge. Beyond a massive floating tree rises farther towards golden radiance hallowed as other ghost silettes or dark nebulous forests blend harmoniously through space inter. Radiantly melancholic with every glow reflected on falling flakes that accent shadows from frozen droplet suspension near close the scene faint unrolls before faraway an entirely frozen top city view set behind heavy gray back dripping the entire high epic set,

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

Renaissance oil painting. Dark, silent room. A young woman sleeps in bed, her face serene yet fragile, with delicate features illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Her skin is pale and smooth, contrasting with the deep shadows that frame her closed eyes and slightly parted lips. Beside her on the bed sits a skeletal demon with glowing, hollow eyes and a maw of razor-sharp teeth. Its long, clawed fingers drip with darkness, radiating an aura of pure dread. The only source of light is the soft, dim glow of candles standing on a night stand, casting faint, silvery shadows that stretch across the floor and walls.

ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (arthur szyk:1.4), as a (close up portrait:1.6).
A detailed High Fantasy scene.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (arthur szyk:1.4), as a (close up portrait:1.6).
In a mist-shrouded medieval village, where ancient stone buildings seem to lean in as if sharing a timeless secret, a regal figure sits serenely on a moss-covered throne. The portrait captures the subtle nuances of age and wisdom etched into the face of a powerful sorceress, her long silver hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. As she gazes deeply into the distance, the air around her appears to vibrate with the whispers of forgotten lore and mystic energies. In the shadows, faint hints of mystical creatures can be discerned, their presence woven seamlessly into the fabric of the sorceress's reality. The colors are rich and muted, with an emphasis on earthy tones that evoke a sense of timeless tradition and mystery, as if the very essence of ancient magic has been distilled into this single, haunting portrait.

ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (david finch:1.4), as a (portrait shot with bottom lighting:1.6).
A poignant Mecha Fiction Science Fiction scene.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (david finch:1.4), as a (portrait shot with bottom lighting:1.6).
In a ravaged cityscape, a lone mech pilot emerges from the smoldering ruins of a once-great skyscraper, its mechanical limbs scarred and weary from a long-forgotten battle. The mech's cockpit glows with a faint, mournful light, casting an ethereal shadow on the charred earth below.

Soft colors fade into soft, crystal-beneathed garden. Deure works on the reflection, painting the soft light with their essence. A delicate ring, its petals gently waddled into place. A soft rose gifting it an embrace, whose petals float below its rim. Intertwined water reflections dance to subtle light, shone through evanescent hues. Ripples whisper beneath crystal shins, creating delicate bubbles. An ethereal touch, each bead glowing softly with underlying mineral water. The necklace wove with quiet stantars, shimmering with a glimmer of moonlight. The setting sun drags it back, offering a soothing yet grand ambiance within crystal spheres. A crystal water mirage hovers above, gazing back while the faint shadows intertwine in eternal twilight.

A majestic, dreamlike scene blending classical architecture with serene nature. In the foreground, an intricately detailed stone archway rises, supported by tall golden columns with ornate Corinthian capitals, carved with leaves, vines, and ancient symbols. The arch itself is decorated with a mosaic frieze, glimmering in soft daylight, evoking the feeling of a sacred temple or ancient sanctuary. Beneath the arch, perfectly centered, a large, vibrant butterfly with golden-yellow wings edged in black hovers midair—delicate, ethereal, almost glowing with inner light. Beyond the columns, a peaceful, enchanted forest stretches into the distance, filled with tall, lush green trees. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the foliage, casting gentle shadows. Far in the background, faint blue mountains rise into a sky of soft blues and whites, dotted with wispy clouds. The atmosphere is tranquil, otherworldly, and timeless—merging the sacredness of human craftsmanship with the wild purity of untouched nature. The butterfly appears as a symbol of transformation and balance, suspended between the realms of stone and forest, spirit and matter. Everything is lit with soft, natural light, and the overall mood is harmonious, mystical, and quietly awe-inspiring.
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ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (dave perillo:1.4), as a (collagraph:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Drama genre.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (dave perillo:1.4), as a (collagraph:1.6).
A dimly lit, ornate opera house stands empty on a stormy night, its grand chandelier hanging like a shattered star from the vaulted ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the polished marble floor. A lone figure, shrouded in a long, black coat, stands at the edge of the stage, their face obscured by the veil of a hood that billows behind them like a dark cloud. The sound of distant thunder rumbles through the air, punctuated by the faint whisper of forgotten melodies, echoing off the walls as the figure slowly raises its head, as if listening for something only they can hear.

An unsettling, dimly lit oil painting depicting an abandoned cityscape shrouded in mist. Buildings stand tall and skeletal against a bruised sky filled with swirling storm clouds. The cobblestone streets below are cracked and overgrown with gnarled vegetation. A single streetlamp casts an anemic yellow glow on a deserted alleyway where shadows dance menacingly. Rain slicks the ground, reflecting the faint light distorted by the oppressive atmosphere. The overall effect evokes feelings of dread and isolation through its emptiness and desolate beauty.

A radiant country girl standing in a golden field at sunset, her hair in loose, windblown waves with hints of Hellenistic curls. She wears a weathered denim jacket over a gingham dress, patterned like a Zentangle of rustic Americana motifs. The sky glows in Velvia tones, rich with vibrant oranges and pinks, casting long shadows across the scene. A vintage barn looms in the background, its woodgrain weathered and glowing faintly like Klimt’s gilded textures. Surrounding her are stalks of wheat bending in the breeze, their details rendered in the style of an intricate, hand-stitched quilt. A soft, diffused light reflects from an old enamel bucket she carries, while the scene is tinged with a nostalgic Kodachrome warmth, evoking the timeless simplicity of rural life

a highly detailed, digital illustration depicting a skeletal, humanoid creature standing in a dimly lit, alien-like environment, the creature has a pale, almost translucent skin tone, with visible veins and a skeletal structure, its head is bald, with a menacing, glowing skull-like face, and its eyes are glowing red, giving it an eerie, otherworldly appearance, its muscular arms and legs are elongated, with claw-like hands gripping the ground, the background features a desolate, alien landscape with barren, rocky terrain and a faint, foggy atmosphere, the setting is reminiscent of a sci-fi or post-apocalyptic setting, with metallic, rectangular panels on either side of the creature, and a circular, glowing light at the top, casting a dark, eerie glow, the overall color palette is dominated by dark grays and blacks, with subtle highlights and shadows that accentuate the creature's skeletal and muscular form, the illustration style is realistic with a slight emphasis on hyper-realism, capturing the textures and details of the human form and the alien environment

Create an illustration of a vast, quiet field of golden wheat stretching across gentle hills under a warm-colored sunset sky. In the foreground, a small figure in a worn, brown cloak stands alone in the tall grass, facing away, surrounded by the endless landscape. The sky is painted in rich hues of amber, pink, and soft orange, with large, billowing clouds reflecting the warm tones of the setting sun. This light bathes the field in a golden glow, deepening shadows and enhancing the texture of the grass. The distant tree line and faint horizon evoke a feeling of solitude and quiet contemplation, with the lone figure dwarfed by the vast, open landscape and the peaceful warmth of the sky at dusk.

A decrepit, Ancient Sudanese cemetery looms, shrouded in a swirling Pestilent and Ominous Fog designed by Magali Villeneuve and imbuing the feeling drawn by Anne Stokes; Every inch entwined with with trees dented autumn colorful deciduous foliage amidst, a lone moldering Spell book laid unopened in unshapely twisted black trees, black leafy dread gnarled tangled mangy wood colors under dull rusty deep burnt orange rays after angry black flames; Eroding white skeletal calcined grave sculpted erose surfaces besmirch surroundings whereas numerous, grotesquely shaped objects now make of coffins and debris scattered amidst more pews amidst deathlike twisted wrecks decay that line roads between what once passed into memories that will forever retain grief sorrow anger frustrated desperation; An animated atmosphere forlorn atmosphere reveals as these disgusting thick Acrid noxious vapors continue to choke pass the ground beneath some dying where every dark maggot decay feasts in brawn barks dead brown bruised bodies torn in broken gnawn flesh stripped over some corpse hulks heaving; faint shimmers flash during no sunset deep beyond thick vaporous setting glimmers as ripples furtively shroud unwarrant still visible rur wimplify of sick shadow stod ailing rech dead by maggot swags writ and wagg mag glow darkness gn cl

A surreal, cinematic portrait of a crystallized woman, solid black onyx eyeballs, her skin pale and flawless like polished porcelain, reflecting soft blue hues that shimmer with an ethereal glow. Her long, flowing hair burns with a rich crimson-red, cascading in loose waves that blend into a halo of petals and shadows. Her eyes are haunting—entirely black, from sclera to retina—deep voids that hold no reflection, veiled by a sheer, translucent fabric that clings gently to her face. Through this gossamer veil, bursts of blooming roses, peonies, and wildflowers emerge, as if growing from her very soul. The blossoms vary in stage—some fresh, vibrant, and full of life, others wilting and curling at the edges, symbolizing the tension between decay and beauty. The flowers encircle her head like a crown woven by time, draping down around her jaw and shoulders, entwining with the strands of her crimson hair. Every petal catches the dim, cinematic lighting, casting faint shadows across her features. Her full lips, slightly parted, are soft and matte, hinting at silence or a breath caught in a dream. The background is deep and moody—an abstract forest of swirling shadow and mist, where blues and charcoal greys melt together, evoking a sense of melancholy and mystery. The entire image pulses with otherworldly elegance, where nature, death, and beauty exist in haunting harmony.
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The soft focus of the Lomography lens wraps around the ominous poses of a rainbow-colored grasshopper amidst the vibrant, earthy tones of a bustling market as a forlorn burlap sack lingers eerily with its bough-like sack of unwieldy swaying burden cast behind, at backlit vanishing still life of organic rot succumbing natural worming masses, veils at the tips light crack apart shadowy edges glowing eerily seeping black presence whose life or warmth an atavismic fright cast be felt moving foretuning while faint rickets colors shadow-bleached stark dry grass vermont hanger from within all surrounding silence, but silence in black like silence back there watching inside until light in colors broke back

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.2), masterpiece, high-quality, A shadow priestess with tendrils of living darkness flowing from her ornate headdress, Her armor is sleek and sharp etched with runes that faintly pulse like dying embers, She stands in a cavern of obsidian lit only by the eerie glow of ancient glyphs etched into the walls, void magic, living shadows, rune-lit abyss, (Dark fantasy comic style with bold contrasts and textured shading:1.1), (elaborate fine details:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

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.

A cinematic wide-angle view of an open book lying on a carved wooden desk, with a sleekly designed cyborg spider crawling across the delicate yellowed pages. The spider’s exoskeleton gleams with polished chrome, with intricate engravings and pulsating LED strips running along its abdomen. The book’s script glows faintly, as if the text is alive and reacting to the spider’s presence. Around the book are scattered objects: a magnifying glass, old fountain pens, glowing vials, and gears — suggesting a steampunk-mechanical world. The ambient lighting comes from a soft golden lamp nearby, creating rich contrasts between shadows and shining metallic highlights. Rim lighting enhances the spider’s silhouette, while a bokeh effect softens the background details. Shot at 28mm, f/1.8, achieving an immersive yet intimate perspective.

ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (frank miller:1.4), as a (extreme close up portrait:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Post-Apocalyptic genre.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (frank miller:1.4), as a (extreme close up portrait:1.6).
A desolate wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, with cracked earth and barren trees giving way to a smoldering haze that shrouds the horizon like a veil of despair. In the distance, the skeletal remains of a once-majestic skyscraper pierce the sky, its steel beams rusted and twisted like the fingers of some mechanical specter.
To one side, a lone figure emerges from the shadows - a young woman, dressed in tattered and worn leather armor, her eyes sunken with the weight of hardship and determination. Her face is weathered by the harsh winds and unforgiving sun, yet she moves with a quiet purpose, as if driven by some unyielding resolve.
Behind her, a pack of scavenged vehicles - cars, trucks, and motorcycles - are arranged like a graveyard of broken dreams, their rusted hulks worn down by the relentless forces of nature. The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke and decay, as if the very land itself were dying, its pulse slowing in cadence with the ebb and flow of human existence.
Amidst this bleak backdrop, a lone engine purrs softly, emitting a faint plume of steam that wrecks havoc on the desolate atmosphere. Before it stands, an imposing behemoth of twisted steel and concrete - a rusted hulk that has seen better days, its door creaking ominously as if warning all who would dare approach to turn back while they still can.
In this ravaged landscape, time itself seems lost, suspended in limbo like the souls of those who have long since abandoned hope. The sky above burns a sickly shade of greenish-yellow - a perpetual twilight that clings to the atmosphere like a dirty veil, and which casts an eerie glow over the entire scene, imbuing everything with a haunting sense of melancholy.

a high-resolution photograph of a young woman with a shaved head, taken inside of a car. The woman has fair skin with a few faint freckles and is wearing minimal makeup, showcasing natural features. Her eyes are a striking light green, and she has a neutral expression with slightly pursed lips. She is wearing a black hoodie with a red lining visible around the hood and a white top underneath. A gold chain necklace is visible around her neck. The car seat behind her is black with visible stitching and padding, suggesting a high-end vehicle. The background outside the car is blurry but shows a clear sky and hints of greenery, indicating an outdoor setting. The lighting is natural, likely from the sun, casting soft shadows and highlighting her features. The overall mood of the image is calm and introspective, with a focus on the subject's face and expression.

$ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (jenny frison:1.4), as a (gantt chart:1.6). An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Psychological Fiction genre. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (jenny frison:1.4), as a (gantt chart:1.6). In a deserted alleyway shrouded in misty dawn, where flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on crumbling brick walls, a lone figure stands suspended at the crossroads of their own fragmented psyche. The air is heavy with the weight of unresolved memories and the distant echoes of forgotten whispers. As the first light of sunrise struggles to penetrate the gloom, a faint outline of a cityscape begins to take shape behind the figure, yet it remains tantalizingly out of reach, like a mirage on the horizon. In this liminal space, where past and present collide, the figure's very existence appears to be suspended in time, as if the fabric of reality has grown thin, allowing for a glimpse into the labyrinthine corridors of their own fractured mind.$