null through the silent

    score_9, score_8_up, score_8,,realistic style photo Japanese young woman,score_7_up,and mysterious Color Palette: Weathered brown,intricate jewelry,score_8_up,Neon lghts,blue purple hazy background,Making a peace sign,A shadowy figure moves silently through the labyrinthine corridors of an abandoned insane asylum, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls as they hunt for the truth behind the institution's dark secrets.,looking to the side,front view, extreme close-up,Middle Ages,style by Rick Griffin
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    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
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    EmilyB_SoloTI_v1, (Draped in tattered clothing, with a hint of rustic charm and a touch of darkness, evoking a sense of mystery and foreboding), (An eerie fog-shrouded town, with dilapidated buildings looming in the mist, the sound of distant sirens echoing through the silent streets, enveloping everything in an atmosphere of chilling isolation: 1.3), (seductive:1.3),(analog, cinematic, film grain, hazy atmosphere, cinematic shot:1.3), <lora:add_detail:0.6>, <lora:LowRa:0.2>, PA7_Portrait-MCU,
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    In the heart of Istanbul, beneath the watchful gaze of minarets reaching for the heavens, a Turkish woman named Eris Aykac stands poised at an open window, her presence a captivating tableau against the backdrop of an ancient city steeped in history. She is draped in a flowing garment of vibrant silk, the hues of which mimic the colors of the Bosphorus at dusk – azure blues and emerald greens interwoven with threads of gold, each fold and curve of fabric a testament to the artisanal mastery of Turkish craftsmanship. Around her waist, a slender belt adorned with intricate patterns of Ottoman design cinches her attire, accentuating the graceful contours of her form. The day unfolds like a canvas painted by the hand of a master, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through wisps of cloud. The air is alive with the scent of spices and freshly brewed çay, mingling with the distant strains of street vendors' calls and the rhythmic clatter of cobbled streets. The building she inhabits is a testament to the architectural splendor of Istanbul, its façade adorned with ornate carvings and delicate arabesques that speak of a bygone era of opulence and grandeur. From her vantage point, she can see the domes and minarets of ancient mosques piercing the sky, their spires reaching ever upward in silent reverence. As she raises her gaze to the heavens, her voice emerges like a gentle breeze, carrying with it the soul-stirring melodies of Turkish folk songs passed down through generations. Each note is imbued with a depth of emotion that resonates with the spirit of the city itself – a blend of joy and sorrow, longing and fulfillment. The passersby below pause in their hurried footsteps, drawn by the ethereal beauty of her song. Some stand transfixed, their eyes alight with wonder, while others simply close their eyes and let the music wash over them like a gentle tide. For in this moment, as the Turkish woman sings from her open window, she becomes a living embodiment of the timeless allure of Istanbul – a city where the past and present converge in a symphony of sights, sounds, and sensations, forever etching their mark upon the soul of all who dare to listen. <lora:add_detail:1> <lora:detailed_eye:1> <lora:GoodHands-vanilla:1>
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    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.5), (Hans Bellmer:0.9)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:2> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl topmodel grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (blade near to face, maniacal grin, war paint on face, textured:1.1), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, galaxy theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, profile shot, chin up, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:1.2), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.5), (Hans Bellmer:1.5)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, profile shot, chin up, surreal interpretation, in the cockpit of a plane, piloting plane:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:1.2), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    ancient divine monastery inspired by the Monastery of Silence from Lineage 2, massive gothic cathedral architecture, towering stone walls carved with sacred runes, endless candlelit corridors and empty halls, marble floors reflecting golden light from stained glass windows, angel statues watching silently, faint rays of holy light cutting through the silence, eerie sacred atmosphere, abandoned yet powerful, subtle floating particles in the air, dark monks in hooded robes kneeling in prayer, distant sound of chanting, dramatic contrast between light and shadow, epic fantasy ambiance, 4K ultra-realistic DSLR fantasy photography, cinematic depth and sharp architecture
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils, illuminated LED pupils:1.2), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:reelmech:1> (reelmech:0.9) <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.5), (Hans Bellmer:1.5)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (sword salute:1.1), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm:0.9), (hyperdetailed), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, fleshy flakey face:1.1), (grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.5), (Hans Bellmer:0.9)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:2> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, surreal interpretation:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:0.9), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.5), (Hans Bellmer:0.9)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:2> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, surreal interpretation, in the cockpit of a plane, piloting plane:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:1.2), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, surreal interpretation, in the cockpit of a plane, piloting plane:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:1.2), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils, illuminated LED pupils:1.2), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    LilyC_SoloTI_v1, (Draped in tattered clothing, with a hint of rustic charm and a touch of darkness, evoking a sense of mystery and foreboding), (An eerie fog-shrouded town, with dilapidated buildings looming in the mist, the sound of distant sirens echoing through the silent streets, enveloping everything in an atmosphere of chilling isolation: 1.3), (seductive:1.3),(analog, cinematic, film grain, hazy atmosphere, cinematic shot:1.3), <lora:add_detail:0.8>,<lora:LowRa:0>, PA7_Portrait-MCU,
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland), end of the world, silent screams, (heart-shaped moon in the sky:1.1), ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact:1.1), (1girl grappling with reality, profile shot, chin up, surreal interpretation, in the cockpit of a plane, piloting plane:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust:1.2), (nighttime), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, backlit, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    EmilyB_SoloTI_v1, (Draped in tattered clothing, with a hint of rustic charm and a touch of darkness, evoking a sense of mystery and foreboding), (An eerie fog-shrouded town, with dilapidated buildings looming in the mist, the sound of distant sirens echoing through the silent streets, enveloping everything in an atmosphere of chilling isolation: 1.3), (seductive:1.3),(analog, cinematic, film grain, hazy atmosphere, cinematic shot:1.3), <lora:add_detail:0.6>, <lora:LowRa:0>, PA7_Portrait-MCU,
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils, illuminated LED pupils:1.2), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the dimly lit room, shadows dance across the walls, casting eerie shapes that seem to twist and contort with each flicker of the candlelight. In the center of the room stands a figure, but it's not an ordinary woman; it's a grotesque creation wrought from the darkest recesses of the imagination. The woman's form is carved entirely from sugilite gemstone, its deep purple hue appearing almost black in the dimness. Her features are twisted into a grimace of eternal agony, her eyes hollow voids that seem to swallow any light that dares to approach them. Jagged cracks run through her stone skin, giving the impression of ancient wounds that have never healed. As you approach, a chill runs down your spine, and you can't shake the feeling that the figure is watching you with unseen eyes, her silent scream echoing through the room. Despite the stillness of her stone form, there's an undeniable sense of malevolence emanating from her, as if she's trapped in this unnatural state and yearns to unleash her torment upon the world. The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows that seem to dance across the sugilite surface, distorting her features into even more grotesque shapes. You can almost hear her silent cries echoing in the darkness, a haunting melody that sends shivers down your spine. In that moment, you can't help but feel a primal fear creeping into your bones, as if the very essence of terror has taken form before you in the shape of this woman made of sugilite gemstone. And as you tear your gaze away, you can't shake the feeling that she's still watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
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    ((Captivating)), ((Immersive)), ((Stunning)), ((Phenomenal)), ((Magnificent)), ((Exquisite)), landscape, Countryside, Outback, Farmland, fractal, Complex geometry, Fractal art, Mathematical art, ethereal lighting, Magical lighting, Dreamlike light, Otherworldly illumination, Precise focusing, High-performance lens, Fast and silent autofocus
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl topmodel grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (blade near to face, maniacal grin, war paint on face, textured:1.1), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)
    a colossal ancient city hidden in a sacred valley, surrounded by towering mountains with snow-capped peaks, golden light from the heavens piercing through a swirling sky, glowing waterfalls cascading down from floating monoliths, giant statues of forgotten gods watching silently, ancient temples made of white marble and obsidian, mysterious glowing runes etched into every surface, ethereal mist flowing through the streets, distant echoes of divine chanting, a beam of celestial light illuminating the grand temple at the center, nature reclaiming the ruins with vines and blooming flowers, ultra-realistic cinematic wide-angle view, god-tier detail, DSLR 4K photography style, epic fantasy atmosphere, breathtaking depth
    (Film still cinematic photography, tilt angle, bokeh, f-stop 2.5, 44mm, light leak, lomography:0.9), (hyperdetailed wasteland, industrial theme:1.0), end of the world, silent screams, ((exploding atmosphere:0.8), cybernetic man stalking deserted streets, facial focus, eye contact, detailed pupils:1.1), (body focus 1girl grappling with reality, chin up, chest out, in love with a sword, holding a sword parallel to her face, piercing blue eyes, surreal interpretation, sunny glare illuminating face, misty morning:1.3), (electric aura, blue aura, steel chrome and rust, pink aura:1.2), (sunset), (in the style of (Frank Miller:1.2), (Marta Bevaqua:1.4), (Hans Bellmer:0.8)), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1.7> <lora:epiCRealLife:0.8> <lora:Helper:0.8> <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:0.8> <lora:lowkey_v1.1:0.8> HyperSmoke, dark background, black background, dark theme (Bad_pictures:1.3)

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