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    A trade ship shaped like a giant mechanical dragonfly skims across a lake of liquid crystal. Its wings are made of stained glass and thin metal filaments that shimmer with rainbow light, while its segmented body houses different levels of markets and living quarters. The liquid crystal below forms into temporary islands where the ship stops to trade, each island a different color and geometric pattern. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader- FLUX- V0. 2:0. 5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0. 7>

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    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a female, with short, spiked white hair and pale, almost translucent skin, belonging to a mysterious race of ice witches. She appears to be in her early 30s, her gaze cold and calculating beneath a sinister, horned mask. The mask is carved from ancient, enchanted ice, with jagged, crystalline horns that protrude from either side, each one glistening with frozen shards. The surface of the mask is smooth, but faint blue runes pulse with a chilling light, spreading an aura of cold that seems to seep from the mask itself. Her lips are blue and slightly parted, revealing sharp, icicle-like teeth, and her icy blue eyes glow with a dangerous, arcane power. The background is a swirling mist of frosty whites and cool blues, with hints of silver that shimmer like the Northern Lights, creating a scene that is both beautiful and terrifying. The combination of the horned mask and the icy backdrop gives her the appearance of an ancient, powerful witch, commanding the frozen forces of her homeland. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A towering wall of blazing, magical fire stretches across a battlefield, its molten embers licking the air like living serpents. On one side, an army of shadowy figures halts just before the inferno, their weapons reflecting the crimson glow. A lone mage stands before the flames, their cloak billowing, hands raised as glowing runes spiral around them, feeding the barrier with raw energy. Behind them, the last remnants of a city’s defenders take a breath of relief, knowing that, for now, the fire will hold. The sky above is darkened with storm clouds, the red glow of the firewall casting eerie, flickering silhouettes on the stone walls behind.<lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a young female Dark Eldar Succubus with long, sleek black hair and smooth, pale blue skin. Her piercing, violet eyes are narrowed as she grasps a glowing, crimson blade that seems to pulse with a life of its own. She’s in the middle of a dark, twisted arena deep within Commorragh, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of distant screams. Her lithe, armored form is adorned with spikes and barbs, each piece of her blood-red armor designed to instill fear and pain. A strange, spiked headpiece made of dark metal encircles her head, framing her face with a sinister elegance. The blade in her hand vibrates with dark energy, its surface covered in shifting, runic symbols that glow faintly in the dim light. She holds the blade close to her face, her lips curling into a predatory smile as the weapon hums with anticipation. The arena around her seems to pulse in time with the blade’s energy, as if the entire place is alive with the dark power of the weapon. Her gaze is fixed on the blade, her eyes reflecting its crimson glow as she prepares to unleash its deadly power. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
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    fluorescent, glow, a towering sunflower with petals made of shimmering glass grows from the center of a tranquil lake, its glowing roots visible beneath the water’s surface. A young woman in a simple white dress stands at the water’s edge, her bare feet sinking slightly into the soft mud, her hand outstretched toward the flower’s gleaming stem. The lake reflects the soft, pastel hues of the early morning sky, and tiny fireflies flicker in the reeds surrounding the shore. The woman’s face is filled with quiet wonder as the flower’s petals catch the first rays of sunlight, casting prismatic reflections across the water. The delicate textures of the glass petals, the soft rippling water, and the woman’s flowing dress create a vivid, tactile scene. A soft vignette highlights the interaction between the woman and the flower, emphasizing the serene, dreamlike atmosphere of the moment.<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.6> <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.75> <lora:aidmaFLUXpro1.1:0.7> <lora:aidmaHyperRealismV0.2:0.4> <lora:Shattered_Void:0.62> <lora:MysticFantasy:0.4> <lora:Magic of Art (FLUX):0.4> <lora:HORROR_lora.TA_trained:0.8> <lora:lorafy_detail_enhancer:0.7>
    ne0nfant4sy, A fae assassin, her pale violet skin bathed in moonlight, crouches low on a twisted tree branch, her delicate wings shimmering like a dragonfly's. Her sharp, angular features are masked by a hood of black silk, only her glowing, lavender eyes visible beneath the shadow of the cowl. Her silver hair, cut short and wild, catches the light as her slender fingers caress the hilt of a dagger, its blade engraved with ancient runes. Around her waist, a belt of poisons and throwing knives clinks softly as she shifts, blending seamlessly into the shadows. The trees around her, twisted and ancient, seem almost sentient, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws. The faint scent of night-blooming flowers mingles with the damp earth beneath her. Her wings twitch silently, ready to propel her into the darkness, and the tension in her coiled form suggests a lethal strike is imminent. Her eyes are narrowed in focused determination, a silent predator in the night. The ethereal glow of the moonlight casts a ghostly sheen over her form, highlighting the deadly elegance of her figure.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A demonic flower with razor-sharp petals emerges from cracked soil, its core pulsating with a fiery, hellish glow. Wisps of smoke rise from its edges as if it has just been scorched by an unseen flame. The background is a swirling mix of deep reds and blacks, giving the impression of an apocalyptic wasteland where only this monstrous bloom survives. Dark silhouettes of twisted trees stand like skeletal sentinels in the distance, their branches resembling grasping fingers., <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a vast, open battlefield under the light of a waning moon, a lone figure with alabaster skin and hair as white as snow stands amidst a sea of broken skulls and shattered bones. His eyes, glowing with a faint, silver light, scan the horizon as a cold wind whips through the battlefield, sending clouds of dust and ash swirling around him. The ground beneath his feet is littered with the remains of warriors from ages past, their skulls cracked and broken from the brutality of battle. His armor, once gleaming, is now battered and streaked with blood and dirt, but the massive, bone-handled axe in his hands still shines with an eerie, white glow. Behind him, the skeletal remains of a giant beast rise from the ground, its massive skull half-buried in the earth, casting a long, ominous shadow across the field. The sky above is a dull gray, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon, and the faint rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance. The air is heavy with the scent of death and smoke, and the quiet stillness of the battlefield is broken only by the occasional clatter of bones shifting in the wind. The scene is one of desolation and aftermath, where the skulls of the fallen warriors bear silent witness to the horrors of war. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    High in the mountains, nestled between jagged peaks, lies a lake that is also a colossal eye, its icy blue iris glimmering with a cold, unearthly light. The surrounding cliffs are covered in snow, and frozen waterfalls hang like crystal curtains around the lake, their sharp edges catching the light and reflecting it in myriad directions. The lake’s surface is perfectly smooth, like a mirror, with the eye staring unblinking at the stormy sky above, its pupil dilated as if in deep concentration. Occasionally, cracks form on the surface of the lake, spreading out like spiderwebs from the pupil, only to heal themselves as quickly as they appeared. Snowflakes drift down from the sky, but they melt before they can touch the surface, creating tiny puffs of steam that rise and vanish into the thin mountain air. The cold is intense, yet there is a sense of profound stillness here, as if time itself has frozen around this all-seeing eye. It is a place of stark, surreal beauty, where the very elements seem to be in thrall to the gaze of the lake-eye. (high-resolution, dynamic, energetic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer<lora:Adventure_Comic_Book><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A radiant aasimar cleric, her silver hair flowing in waves down her back, holds a staff aloft as golden light pours from her open hands. Her pale, alabaster skin glows with an otherworldly aura, and her celestial blue eyes burn with divine purpose. Her flowing robes, white and gold with intricate celestial designs, billow around her as if caught in a breeze that only she can feel. A pair of ethereal wings spread behind her, shimmering with soft light, casting a warm glow on the stone floor beneath her. Her staff is adorned with glowing sigils that pulse in rhythm with the light from her hands, amplifying the healing energy that radiates outward. Around her, faint, ghostly images of long-passed warriors appear, their spirits lifted by her divine magic, their translucent forms glowing with renewed strength. The walls of the temple around her are lined with ancient, golden mosaics, and beams of sunlight pierce through the high, arched windows, illuminating the dust-filled air. Her expression is one of serene concentration, eyes closed as she channels the power of the heavens. In this moment, she is the embodiment of light, peace, and holy retribution. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    ne0nfant4sy, A spectral assassin, his ghostly form flickering like a shadow in the dim light of a crumbling castle. His translucent, ash-gray skin shimmers with an ethereal glow, and his piercing, ice-blue eyes gleam with the coldness of the grave. His black hair flows like mist, blending into the tattered, hooded cloak that billows around his body, weightless and shifting as though moved by an unseen wind. In his hand, he grips a gleaming dagger, its blade inscribed with ancient symbols that faintly pulse with dark magic. Behind him, the stone walls of the ancient fortress are cracked and overgrown with twisting vines, while the ghostly remains of the battlefield stretch into the fog beyond. Wisps of spectral energy swirl around his form, blending him into the shadows of the dark hall. His expression is one of cold detachment, his thin lips set in a grim line as he stands ready to strike with lethal precision. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the faint whisper of spirits lingering in the ruins around him.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A richly embroidered tablecloth, covered in celestial patterns, cradles a crisp edition of The Arcane Gazette, its front-page headline flashing with urgent enchantment: ‘ROYAL NECROMANCER FOUND GUILTY OF SOUL FORGERY – UNDEAD PROTESTS SPREAD!’ Beneath the text, a moving ink sketch shows a crowd of skeletal and ghostly citizens marching through the capital, holding banners that read ‘RIGHTS FOR THE RISEN.’ A silver goblet, half-filled with shimmering blue elven wine, rests dangerously close to the edge of the paper, reflecting the dancing words in its surface. Scattered across the table, golden tarot cards lie overturned, their symbols eerily aligning with the chaotic news story. Wisps of green necromantic energy drift lazily from the paper’s edges, a sure sign that the article has been cursed—or blessed—by unseen hands. A raven, its eyes gleaming with unnatural intelligence, perches on the back of a chair, occasionally pecking at a loose parchment as if scrutinizing the news. The scent of old books and alchemical ingredients fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of whispered spells still lingering in the room. Outside, the sound of distant chanting can be heard—perhaps the very undead protesters making their voices known beyond the printed word. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A blind oracle mermaid resting on crystal-encrusted rocks by the shore. Her scales shift colors with each prophecy she speaks, and ancient runes float in the water around her. Her white eyes reflect visions of possible futures..Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of An epic battle scene on a stormy sea, where a pirate ship with tattered sails clashes with a colossal sea serpent. The serpent's scales shimmer with iridescent hues, and its eyes glow with fierce intelligence. Lightning illuminates the scene, casting dramatic shadows and highlighting the intense action. The ship's crew fights valiantly, their faces filled with determination. The composition captures the raw power of nature and the bravery of the sailors. Hyper-realistic, dynamic lighting, detailed textures, high contrast, dark and intense atmosphere, award-winning artwork (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.8>
    A trade ship shaped like a giant mechanical dragonfly skims across a lake of liquid crystal. Its wings are made of stained glass and thin metal filaments that shimmer with rainbow light, while its segmented body houses different levels of markets and living quarters. The liquid crystal below forms into temporary islands where the ship stops to trade, each island a different color and geometric pattern. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp,<lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    On the edge of a desolate battlefield, a lone figure stands, cloaked in black, his silhouette stark against the backdrop of a blood-red sunset. His face is hidden beneath a dark hood, but the faint gleam of steel catches the dying light where a sword rests at his hip. The earth beneath him is scorched and littered with the remnants of war—broken weapons, charred banners, and the bodies of the fallen—but the stranger remains untouched, standing like a solitary sentinel among the ruins. His presence is an anomaly, silent and still in a place that had moments ago been filled with the screams of battle. The wind howls across the plains, carrying with it the acrid scent of smoke and ash, but the figure seems unaffected, unmoved by the devastation around him. His hands, hidden in the folds of his cloak, seem relaxed, yet there is an unmistakable air of power and purpose in the way he stands. The crows that circle overhead seem to avoid him, their cries distant and mournful as they search for easier prey. The air around the stranger hums faintly, as though the battlefield itself recognizes an intruder who does not belong to this world. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, <lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>
    A bustling port city teems with life as a wave of newcomers disembarks from towering wooden ships. Families clutch their few belongings as they step onto the cobbled docks, their faces filled with a mix of exhaustion and hope. A weary mother holds her child’s hand tightly, while merchants and city officials oversee the influx with ledgers in hand. In the background, grand buildings rise, promising a new life, while street vendors offer food to the hungry travelers. <lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A vampire lord, draped in a long, flowing black coat, his alabaster skin nearly glowing in the dim light of a full moon, bares his razor-sharp fangs in a wicked grin. His crimson eyes gleam with hunger, fixated on an unseen prey just beyond the frame. His raven-black hair, slicked back, shimmers with an unnatural shine, while his elegantly gloved hands grip the hilt of a ceremonial dagger, dripping with fresh blood. His aristocratic features are flawless and cold, with a regal sneer playing at his lips as he relishes in the chaos unfolding around him. The air around him seems to vibrate with dark magic, swirling in subtle shadows that cling to his tall, lean form. Behind him, the gothic architecture of a distant castle looms under the silver moonlight, its spires twisted and foreboding. A faint mist curls around his feet, and the scent of roses and blood lingers in the air. His posture is poised, calm, but his eyes betray the feral intensity of the predator beneath the refined veneer. <lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo a death incarnate reaping souls of the damned (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A shimmering crystal floating above an ancient, moss-covered stone altar in a dense, enchanted forest.
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