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    Standing at the precipice of a black hole that swirls with strange, luminous energy, a lone sorcerer with deep purple skin and glowing white eyes holds a staff etched with runes that pulse with the power of the cosmos. His long, dark robes billow in the wind, seemingly unaffected by the gravity that warps and twists the space around him. The void stretches out in front of him, an endless abyss of swirling, cosmic energy that pulls at the very fabric of reality. Surrounding him, the landscape is barren and cracked, the ground littered with the remnants of ancient, shattered stone pillars that glow faintly with forgotten magic. Above, the sky is filled with swirling galaxies and distant stars, their light distorted by the gravitational pull of the void. The sorcerer’s eyes are fixed on the abyss, his expression calm yet determined, as though he is on the verge of unlocking the secrets of the universe itself. The scene is one of immense power and mystery, where the forces of creation and destruction converge at the edge of existence. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration
    R3alisticF,A desert mercenary wielding a curved falchion wreathed in sand magic. Her blade leaves trails of crystallized glass with each strike. The weapon was forged from a fallen star. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    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 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>
    ne0nfant4sy, A desert rogue, her deep bronze skin glowing under the harsh, midday sun, crouches low, her dagger gleaming in her hand as sand whips around her. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes glint with sharp intelligence as she narrows her gaze, every muscle in her slender body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Her dark brown hair, braided tightly to keep it out of her face, is covered by a tattered, sand-streaked hood. Dust clings to her weathered leather armor, and her scarf flutters in the hot wind, shielding her mouth from the desert’s searing breath. The intricate tattoos on her forearms glow faintly, imbued with the magic of the shifting dunes, while the endless desert stretches out behind her, vast and unforgiving. Her expression is sharp, almost predatory, as she assesses her next move, the dagger in her hand glinting with deadly purpose. Tiny motes of sand hang suspended in the air around her, frozen in the tension of the moment. The heat distorts the horizon behind her, making the distant dunes seem to ripple like waves in the sun.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A lone figure in dark, storm-weathered armor stands on the edge of a towering, wind-battered plateau, overlooking a vast, rolling landscape of stone and chasms. Shards of glowing, crystalline plants scatter the landscape below, illuminating the scene with an ethereal light. The winds whip around, carrying faint echoes of distant thunder. The figure grips a massive, ancient blade etched with runes, its surface glinting as if reflecting unseen storms. Lightning arcs in the distance, and shadows dance across the stone beneath their feet, hinting at the unseen forces swirling around them. <lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A chaotic cityscape bathed in the neon glow of streetlights is torn apart by a wild street race, cars launching off ramps and skidding through intersections at breakneck speed. In the foreground, a tricked-out muscle car with oversized rear tires and flaming exhaust burns rubber, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks. The city skyline behind is shattered, as if the force of the speed has cracked reality itself. A metal skull with a checkered bandana grins wickedly from the hood of the lead car, its empty sockets reflecting the chaos. <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    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 close-up of a warrior’s hand gripping an ancient, enchanted sword. The blade glows faintly with a blue, mystical light, and intricate runes are etched along its edge, pulsing with power. The hilt is adorned with a large, brilliant sapphire that reflects the light from the sword, casting a soft glow on the warrior's weathered fingers. In the background, blurred but visible, is the shadowy entrance of a foreboding castle. The atmosphere is tense, with the air around the sword crackling with magical energy.
    A bright yellow duck, wearing oversized mirrored sunglasses and a tropical flower necklace, balances expertly on a surfboard, cutting through the crest of an enormous wave. The water is a swirling mix of blues and greens, foamy spray frozen in time as it arcs around the duck’s outstretched wings. A small crowd of bewildered seagulls watches mid-flight, their heads tilted in disbelief. The horizon stretches endlessly in the background, where the setting sun casts a golden glow across the ocean’s surface.<lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.5><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    A witch's cottage sits in a dead forest, its windows glowing with sickly green light. The building seems partially alive, with walls made of twisted wood that moves slightly. Poisonous flowers of impossible colors grow in the garden, while bubbling cauldrons emit clouds of rainbow-colored smoke. Corrupted wildlife with glowing eyes lurks in the shadows of dead trees. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:OB拍立得人像摄影Instant 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 middle-aged female vampire with long, flowing raven-black hair and alabaster skin stands in a grand, decaying ballroom, illuminated by the sickly glow of a full, blood-red moon. She is a Shadowborne, a race known for their ethereal beauty and their ability to fade into the shadows. She wears an extravagant gown made entirely of fluttering black bat wings that emit an eerie, high-pitched squeaking as she moves. Her piercing, crimson eyes scan the room filled with ghastly, decaying partygoers, all frozen in time as if waiting for her command. She raises a delicate, clawed hand, and the partygoers begin to stir, their movements jerky and unnatural as if being controlled by invisible strings. The vampire queen grins, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs as she begins to dance gracefully through the ballroom, her every step leaving behind a trail of shadowy mist. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the echoes of a forgotten waltz, creating a hauntingly beautiful scene where the vampire's strange attire and sinister grace reign supreme.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:black_fantasy_1.0>
    An evocative, narrative illustration shows a cloaked figure standing at the edge of a crumbling cliff, overlooking a sea of thick clouds beneath an enormous, glowing moon. The figure holds a lantern with a flickering, ghostly blue flame, which casts eerie shadows across the jagged rocks. In the distance, ancient, floating ruins can be seen partially obscured by mist, their broken spires and bridges hinting at long-forgotten civilizations. Dark birds circle the floating ruins, and faint, distant lights flicker within the clouds, suggesting life or perhaps something far more spectral. The atmosphere is foreboding and otherworldly, with the moonlight adding an ethereal, almost dreamlike quality to the scene.<lora:FluxMythV2:0.9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0.7><lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.15><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.45>
    ne0nfant4sy, As the sun sets over the horizon, casting a blood-red glow across the sky, the female pirate captain sits atop a vast pile of gold and jewels, her dark maroon coat blending with the fiery sunset. The coat is richly embroidered with gold thread, the designs forming swirling waves and mythical sea creatures along the hem. Her belt, fastened with a large, ruby-encrusted buckle shaped like a skull, gleams in the fading light. At her side rests a cutlass with a hilt shaped like a serpent, the blade still gleaming from recent use. Around her neck, a thick gold chain supports a medallion shaped like a kraken’s tentacle, the gold catching the last rays of sunlight. Her fingers, adorned with rings featuring tiny ships, sea monsters, and intricate filigree, sift lazily through the coins and gems beneath her. A red sash is tied loosely at her waist, its fabric rippling in the evening breeze as the ocean waves crash softly against the shore in the distance, blending with the clinking sound of gold beneath her.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    a young womanwith short, light brown hair adorned with a large, dark green witch's hat decorated with a pink flower. Her large, expressive green eyes are wide with a hint of curiosity or surprise. She wears a dark green dress with puffed sleeves and a high collar, accessorized with a large, golden medallion around her neck.In her right hand, she holds a glowing, green, magical potion in a small glass bottle, which emits a soft, luminescent light. The potion appears to be swirling and bubbling, suggesting it is enchanted. The background is a gradient of dark, muted colors, transitioning from black at the top to a warm, amber hue at the bottom, with swirling, abstract patterns that add a sense of motion and magic to the scene. The woman's skin is fair, and her expression is one of focused concentration. The overall atmosphere of the image is mystical and enchanting, with a strong emphasis on the magical elements. ,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.3><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    ne0nfant4sy, A grizzled starship captain, his leathery tan skin marked with years of interstellar warfare, grips the control console of his massive battlecruiser. His left eye, replaced by a holographic display, flickers as he analyzes the tactical readouts on the screen before him. His short, salt-and-pepper hair is damp with sweat, and a small scar runs down the side of his face, just past his jawline. The dark, sleek interior of the ship hums with the low vibration of its massive engines, and the flickering glow of control panels illuminates the lines of stress on his weathered face. Through the massive viewport, a star battle rages, laser blasts and explosions reflecting in his one good eye. His uniform, a black and silver jumpsuit, is tattered at the edges, showing signs of recent conflict. His hands are steady as they move across the console, despite the chaos outside, guiding the ship through the heat of battle. The stars themselves seem to ripple with the intensity of the fight, and his expression is one of grim determination, a captain who’s seen it all but refuses to back down.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    ne0nfant4sy, A fallen angel, her once-white wings now charred and tattered, crouches on the edge of a crumbling stone temple. Her once-radiant skin, now a pale, ashen gray, glows faintly in the dim light of a burning sky, and her golden hair falls in disheveled waves around her face. Her silver eyes, now dull with sorrow and rage, stare out over the broken world below, her hands gripping a twisted, blackened sword. Her armor, once gleaming and pristine, is now scorched and shattered, hanging in pieces from her slender frame. The dark clouds above swirl ominously, lit from below by the fires of a world consumed by chaos. Behind her, the remnants of a holy city lie in ruins, its once-grand spires reduced to rubble, bathed in an eerie red glow. Her expression is one of deep anguish, her jaw clenched as if she’s fighting back tears, while a single, blackened feather drifts from her wing, falling slowly to the ground. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and ash, and the faint echo of distant screams lingers in the background.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the frozen tundra of the northern wastes, a pale-skinned woman with platinum hair, wrapped in thick furs, trudges through waist-deep snow, her breath fogging in the bitterly cold air. Her blue eyes, sharp and fierce, scan the horizon, where towering mountains rise against a sky darkening with an approaching blizzard. Despite the biting wind that cuts through her clothing, her expression remains one of cold determination, her body moving with steady purpose through the harsh environment. The ice clings to her fur-lined cloak, and her face is flushed with the cold, but her pace never falters, even as the storm grows nearer. Her hands grip a wooden staff, its surface worn smooth from years of use, and strapped to her back is a massive, battle-scarred shield that has clearly seen its share of conflict. Around her, the tundra stretches out endlessly, a barren wasteland of ice and snow, but she moves forward with unwavering resolve. Her boots crunch through the frost, leaving a trail behind her, the only sign of life in the desolate landscape. The scene is a testament to endurance in the face of nature’s brutal extremes, a woman whose strength lies not just in her body, but in her unshakable spirit. (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>
    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 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>
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