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    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    surreal painting of a woman with a rainbow hat, bruce timm and vladimir kush, trending on artforum, epic shamanic dmt art, editorial illustration by Ron English, precisionism, ascending form the sky, cgsocciety r/art
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the monochrome haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the monochrome haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the monochrome haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the monochrome haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    alienworld, A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of golden, crispy potato chips. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the chip-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its chip-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The chips shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its crunchy texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a chip-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales.
    alienworld, A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of golden, crispy potato chips. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the chip-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its chip-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The chips shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its crunchy texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a chip-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales.
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    alienworld, A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of golden, crispy potato chips. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the chip-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its chip-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The chips shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its crunchy texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a chip-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales.
    A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of shingles. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the shingles-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its shingles-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The shingles shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its shingles texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a shingles-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales. mad-shingles
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the monochrome haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    cinna flow, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone samurai stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. His silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living ink painting torn from the pages of a storybook. The air hums with the faint echo of a Cheshire Cat’s grin, and the horizon shimmers like the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. His katanas, three in number, rest at his side, their blades catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies from a land of Oz. His topknot, loosely bound, unravels in the wind, strands of hair twisting like the riddles of the Mad Hatter. Above, a flock of crows—part bird, part shadow—ascends into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold brushstrokes carve his form, while delicate shading whispers of a world caught between serenity and chaos. The embers pulse, casting faint light on the uneven terrain, where shadows stretch like the arms of the Queen of Hearts’ card soldiers. The samurai’s stillness is a storm contained, his eyes reflecting the duality of a warrior-poet, lost in thought yet poised to strike. Here, in this liminal space where Alice’s wonder meets Dorothy’s journey, the samurai embodies the spirit of bushidō—a guardian of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The ink bleeds, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    alienworld, A surreal scene unfolds as a flying saucer, sleek and metallic with glowing green accents, hovers above a cow made entirely of golden, crispy potato chips. The UFO is piloted by a green, big-headed alien, its large, curious eyes peering out from the cockpit. A bright beam of light emanates from the underside of the saucer, illuminating the chip-formed cow below. As the beam intensifies, the cow begins to disintegrate, its chip-like body breaking apart into individual, glowing fragments that are slowly sucked upward into the spacecraft. The chips shimmer and glint as they ascend, creating a mesmerizing trail of golden light. The cow’s form distorts and stretches, its crunchy texture dissolving into the beam. The surrounding landscape, a quiet field under a starry night sky, is bathed in an eerie green glow from the UFO’s lights. The scene is both whimsical and otherworldly, blending the absurdity of a chip-cow abduction with the mysterious allure of extraterrestrial encounters. The alien’s expression is one of fascination, as if it has never seen such a peculiar snack-shaped creature before. The moment captures a playful yet surreal twist on classic UFO abduction tales.
    A figure with hair like spun silver and skin that glows faintly under the moonlight stands on the edge of a crumbling tower. The western sky behind them is a canvas of swirling violets and golds, where stars flicker like distant lanterns. They stretch their arms wide, and the air around them hums with an electric charge. "Look to the sky," they whisper, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams. As they leap, the ground below fractures into fragments of earth that float upward, defying gravity. They soar, untethered, their laughter echoing like wind chimes in a storm. Below, shadowy figures with grasping hands and hollow eyes shout warnings, but their voices are swallowed by the vastness of the sky. "I’m flying free," the figure declares, their form shimmering as they ascend higher, a beacon of defiance against the wizards and their hollow promises. The stars themselves seem to bow as they pass, and the heavens whisper back, "No one will ever bring you down."

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    • 6.2 baked vae - dreamshaper_62BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6-inpainting - dreamshaper_6Inpainting.safetensors
    • 6 no vae - dreamshaper_6NoVae.safetensors
    • 6 diffusers - dreamshaper_6Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 5 baked vae - dreamshaper_5BakedVae.ckpt
    • 5 pruned (no vae) - train - dreamshaper_5PrunedNoVaeTrain.ckpt
    • 5-inpainting - dreamshaper_5-inpainting.safetensors
    • 5 baked vae diffusers - dreamshaper_5BakedVaeDiffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 4 baked vae - dreamshaper_4BakedVae.safetensors
    • 4-inpainting - dreamshaper_4-inpainting.safetensors
    • 4 baked vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4BakedVaeFp16.safetensors
    • 4 no vae - dreamshaper_4NoVae.safetensors
    • 4 no vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4NoVaeFp16.ckpt
    • 3.32 baked vae (clip fix) - dreamshaper_332BakedVaeClipFix.ckpt
    • 3.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_331BakedVae.ckpt
    • 3.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_331-inpainting.safetensors
    • 3.3 - dreamshaper_33.ckpt
    • 2.52 (safetensors fixed) - dreamshaper_252SafetensorsFixed.ckpt
    • 2.52 (pruned) - dreamshaper_252Pruned.ckpt
    • 2.52 (initial release) - dreamshaper_252InitialRelease.ckpt