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The early light of dawn cascaded over the rolling hills, painting the world in a vibrant tapestry of pastel hues. Dew-kissed grasses gently swayed in the enchanting breeze, harmonizing with the distant melody of trickling streams meandering through the verdant meadows. A sense of tranquility lingered in the air, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation.
Amidst this picturesque landscape, nestled beneath an ancient oak tree, a small village came into view. The thatched roofs of quaint cottages peeked through the thick canopy of emerald leaves, their chimneys playfully releasing faint puffs of smoke into the ethereal atmosphere. Cobblestone paths meandered between the houses, their worn surfaces evoking a sense of timeless tales whispered among generations.
In the heart of the village stood a modest plaza, adorned with vibrant flower beds. Delicate blossoms of every hue danced gracefully in the gentle zephyrs, their fragrance mingling harmoniously with the air. Rustic market stalls lined the square, showcasing wares from a faraway realm. Gleaming swords, intricately embroidered garments, and spellbound artifacts teased the imagination, their enchantment enticing souls with promises of adventures yet to unfold.
As the village awoke, its inhabitants emerged from their cozy dwellings, embracing the day with wide smiles and eager eyes. Children darted through the streets, their laughter echoing against weatherworn walls, while bakers prepared warm loaves of bread that filled the air with an intoxicating aroma. The blacksmiths rhythmic hammering resounded, a symphony mimicking the heartbeat of a world brimming with endless possibilities.
Amid the bustling village square, a cloaked figure appeared. Their presence seemed to materialize out of the mist, an enigma among the ordinary. The figures eyes, as blue and piercing as the clearest azure skies, surveyed the surroundings with a serene wisdom that belied their youthful countenance. Tendrils of their raven-black hair escaped from beneath the hood, caressed by the breeze like midnight serpents whispering secrets carried from distant realms.
Whispers of the figures arrival coursed through the village, as villagers peered curiously from behind windows and doorways. A hushed awe blanketed the plaza, as if the world momentarily held its breath, captivated by the mythic potentiality that emanated from this mysterious figure. Rinkling hands clutched worry stones or those of loved ones, while restless hearts yearned for stories untold and marvels yet to be discovered.
As the figure moved through the gathering, time appeared to slow, as if each step forged ripples that traversed realms both seen and unseen. Their presence, an enigmatic catalyst, awakened dormant desires and ignited flickering embers of long-forgotten dreams. Whispers of lost magic and hidden realms filled the air, intriguing the village dwellers and drawing them closer to the figure, eager to hear the tales waiting to be woven.
And so, enveloped in an aura of anticipation and wonder, this unassuming village became the threshold to a world where the lines between imagination and reality blurred where heroes were forged, legends were born, and the ethereal dance of the fantastical unfolded amidst the tapestry of the extraordinary.

The sun slowly sets behind an ethereal range of majestic snow-capped mountains, casting a warm golden light across a sprawling emerald meadow. Dew-laden grasses sway gently in a welcoming breeze, whispering secrets to the ancient oak trees that stand sentinel nearby. The air is rich with the scents of wildflowers and fresh earth, a tantalizing blend that ignites the senses and draws forth a feeling of anticipation.
In the clearings center, a crystalline brook dances merrily, its waters shimmering like liquid sapphires under the enchanting dusk sky. Its melodic babbling fills the air, its song a soothing harmony that lulls even the most restless of hearts into blissful tranquility. The gentle melody calls to woodland creatures, who emerge from the depths of the surrounding forest to listen, their eyes glimmering with curiosity and mischief.
Beyond the brook, a hidden path winds its way through the verdant undergrowth, carpeted in mosses and adorned with the delicate petals of forgotten blossoms. The path beckons with ancient whispers, its mysteries inviting those brave enough to embark upon its winding course. Trees, with trunks gnarled like twisted fingers, lean toward the path as if yearning to divulge their secrets, while their vibrant leaves create a canopy of kaleidoscopic hues that dapple the earth like glorious confetti.
As twilight deepens, the clearings enchantment intensifies, revealing a shimmering veil that sways gently in the breeze. It is a portal, a gateway to realms unknown, created by ancients who wielded powerful magic long ago. Swirling, opalescent hues of cobalt, amethyst, and emerald weave in and out of one another, seemingly guided by an unseen hand. Within, glimpses of breathtaking landscapes appear, vivid and seemingly tangible colossal mountains that scrape the heavens, celestial rivers that gleam like liquid starlight, and ethereal cities built upon clouds.
Beyond this magical threshold, wisps of luminescent mist weave and dance like ethereal fireflies, whispering enchantments from long-lost tongues. These words weave tales of forgotten heroes, epic quests, and unimaginable wonders. The very air is alive with anticipation, pregnant with the promise of perilous adventures and extraordinary discoveries.
In this moment, a figure materializes on the threshold, their presence emanating an aura of otherworldly grace. Clad in flowing robes woven from celestial silk, the figure commands attention, their eyes glistening with a wisdom earned over lifetimes. With a single purposeful step, they cross the portals threshold, stepping into the unknown, where destiny awaits, where the threads of reality and fantasy intertwine, and where the unimaginable becomes tangible.
And so begins the tale, the first page of an ancient book yet to be penned, beckoning readers to turn it and embark upon an extraordinary journey through fantastical lands and unforgettable characters.

Birchbeard was an ancient treant a millennium or so of age. They stood well over 25 meters tall and had a broad crown formed by a massive web of branches still covered in leaves despite fall's approach. An owl made use of a hollow in the treant's trunk; it was a small hollow, but a perfect fit for the little bird. Countless other critters and creatures had made the treant their home, some in more destructive ways than others. Their powerful trunk housed countless creatures big and small who returned each season like clockwork.
A rumpled face had emerged from the bark; moss had covered great parts of it as if representing hair. Their arms were incredibly thick and could move incredibly fast if needed. Their strength was immeasurable; scars of past conflicts were minor compared to what they had inflicted upon the enemy. Legs had grown strong and thick and shook the ground heavily with each step.
Sleep and observation were the treant's main pastimes, though dreamt of exploring while doing so.

$best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful warrior female, perfect body, clad armor, her back to the viewer, walks along a blood-soaked road, (dragging a big sword:1.2) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. (The ground is littered with the bodies of fallen monsters:1.1), creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword, dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, a terrible terrifying scene, end of hopes, slowing decay, main focus on girl, from behind, looking back, looking at looking at viewer, (close-up, zoomed:3.5), forced perspective, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.25> <lora:d\EnvyZoomSliderXL01:1.75> <lora:caravaggio_XL_resize:0.3> crvgg, a painting of ***** by Crvgg, chiaroscuro, low-key$

best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful girl, perfect body, her back to the viewer, walks along a blood-soaked road, (dragging a big sword:1.2) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. (The ground is littered with the bodies of fallen monsters:1.1), creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword, dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, main focus on girl, (close-up, zoomed:3.5), strong perspective, vanishing point, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page
<lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.25>

The shimmering hush of the cosmic abyss stretched endlessly before the beholder, an expanse of inky blackness speckled with a myriad of celestial jewels. A solitary spaceship, its sleek metallic form glinting ethereally under the distant twinkle of faraway stars, hung suspended in the cosmic ballet, its engines humming with a faint whir, like a lullaby whispered to the void. In the command deck, a trio of intrepid astronauts awaited the commencement of their daring mission. Captain Amelia West, with her fiery red hair cascading down her back, stood tall with an aura of determination, her piercing emerald eyes reflecting both the infinite possibilities and the unfathomable dangers that lay beyond the ship's protected walls. Beside her, Lieutenant Samuel Rivers, a seasoned and rugged explorer, scanned the pulsating control panels diligently, his hands poised over the holographic interface with a grace honed through countless journeys into the unknown. Completing the trio was Dr. Kieran Matthews, a brilliant scientist whose mind was a vibrant tapestry of endless hypotheses and discoveries, his keen intellect and relentless curiosity encapsulated in his thoughtful gaze. As if whispered by the universe itself, a gentle breeze caressed the astronauts' faces, singing fragments of ancient knowledge carried across galaxies untold. The ship's navigational system, a marvel of advanced technology, projected a mesmerizing holographic depiction of a distant and mysterious planet on the main view screen. It was a world veiled in enigmatic haze, torrents of iridescent gases dancing upon the surface, concealing secrets waiting to be unearthed. With a resolute step forward, Captain West initiated the launch sequence, her gloved hand carefully activating a series of buttons and switches. The massive engines roared to life, emitting a pulsating surge of celestial energy that propelled the ship forward with a gentle rumble, as if cuddled in the embrace of destiny itself. The spacecraft sliced through the cosmic mist like a solitary comet, leaving behind a trail of shimmering stardust in its wake. The electric hum of technological marvel resonated through the ship's corridors, signifying the beginning of an extraordinary odyssey and the dawn of an epic narrative yet to be told. And so, our intrepid explorers, enveloped in the dazzling embrace of the infinite, delved into the cosmic abyss, venturing into the heart of the unknown, where science, wonder, and the unyielding spirit of human ingenuity converged amidst the boundless possibilities that awaited in the depths of the universe.

$best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful warrior female, perfect body, clad armor, her back to the viewer, walks along a blood-soaked road, (dragging a big sword:1.2) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. (The ground is littered with the bodies of fallen monsters:1.1), creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword, dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, main focus on girl, from behind, looking back, looking at looking at viewer, (close-up, zoomed:3.5), forced perspective, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.25> <lora:tbh163-sdxl:0.3> style of Mike Worrall <lora:d\EnvyZoomSliderXL01:1>$

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, 19 years old, 1girl, max details, ultra realistic, 8k uhd, cinematic, (masterpiece), (high res), ray tracing, warrior, ((wearing a golden armor)), (very long hair), (red hair), wavy hair, beautiful face, (perfect belly button), abs, (green eyes), muscular, alluring, sexy, seductive, holding sword, shield,
Lush forest, dirt trail, wooden steps, detailed leaves, tree bark, sunlight streaming,
(fighters stance), ((bent knees)), ((crouching)), (spread legs), ((sword up)), sword pointed past viewer, looking past viewer,
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$best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful girl, her back to the viewer, walks along a lonely, blood-soaked road, dragging a (big rough sword:1.1) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. The ground is littered with the bodies of her fallen monsters, creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword, dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, (main focus on girl, close-up, zoomed:1.2), strong perspective, vanishing point, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.25> <lora:d\EnvyZoomSliderXL01:1>$

a very beautiful girl with long dark curly hair holds a wicker basket filled with brightly coloured flowers of different shades: red, pink, yellow, purple and blue. The basket stands on green moss covering the steps and stone surface. The overall appearance gives the feeling of a manicured garden or forest lawn. Individual scattered petals and leaves can be seen around the basket and in the background, adding to the picturesqueness of the scene. Light sunlight falls on the leaves and flowers, emphasising their natural beauty and freshness.
high quality, professional photo, 32k
Photography is professional in style. bright lighting,bright colour scheme bright colour,detailed high detail style,majestic,photorealistic,HD,8k close-up 4K cinematic light,hyper-realistic,photorealism,fresh detailing

(masterpiece:1.4), best quality, ultra high res, cinematic lighting, 8k uhd, soft light, high quality, cinematic lighting, (detailed), (intricate), (8k), (HDR), (wallpaper), (cinematic lighting), (sharp focus), (realistic:1.3), finely detailed, quality, (masterpiece:1.2), (photorealistic:1.2), (best quality), ((masterpiece, best quality)), trending on artstation,
Explore the enchanting exoplanet of Verdantonia, a realm bursting with life and luxuriant landscapes that defy imagination. Immerse yourself in the vibrant symphony of colors and fragrances that fill the air as you step onto the alien soil.
The terrain gently undulates, covered in a velvety carpet of bioluminescent flora that pulses with rhythmic energy. The ground beneath your feet is a mixture of soft mosses and springy vines, responding to your touch. Towering crystalline trees rise towards the sky, adorned with phosphorescent leaves casting an ethereal glow.
Encounter exotic flowers with color-shifting petals and surreal, living sculptures formed by the diverse array of plant life. Colossal fern-like structures and bulbous fungi emitting gentle bioluminescence create a surreal ambiance in the shadows.
Above, the sky is a masterpiece bathed in warm crimson hues emanating from the red star. Wispy clouds in gold and lavender drift lazily, casting ever-changing shadows on the vibrant landscape. Witness breathtaking sunsets as the red star dips below the horizon, enveloping the expanse in a warm twilight.
The air resonates with the harmonious symphony of alien wildlife - melodious birds with iridescent feathers, and distant calls of unseen creatures. Bioluminescent insects dance in the air, leaving trails of light that crisscross the darkening sky.
Verdantonia is a testament to the cosmic beauty and diversity beyond our familiar celestial boundaries. Stand amidst the exuberant vegetation, surrounded by the sights and sounds of an alien world, and feel a profound sense of awe and wonder at the limitless possibilities of the cosmos.

In the dimly lit sanctum of the Sith, a hooded female Sith Lord emerges, her face shrouded in the darkness beneath the hood of her cloak. Only fragments of her visage are visible, partially revealed by the dim light filtering through the shadows. Her hood casts a veil over most of her face, leaving only a glimpse of twisted features touched by the corrupting influence of the dark side.
Fiery red eyes burn like malevolent embers within the obscurity of the hood, the only prominent feature in the otherwise concealed countenance. The scant illumination reveals glimpses of pale skin, marked by the scars of a tumultuous journey into the depths of the Sith arts. Sinister lines and contours hint at a history marred by the relentless pursuit of power.
As she moves, the hood shifts, casting fleeting shadows across her face, a dance between concealment and revelation. The ominous hum of her crimson lightsaber adds an eerie glow to the obscured features, accentuating the enigmatic aura that surrounds her. Each step resonates with the weight of her dark legacy, the partial visibility of her face amplifying the mystery that cloaks her identity.
In the ambiguous interplay of light and shadow, the Sith Lord emerges as a figure of ominous intrigue, her partially visible face serving as a chilling testament to the secrets and malevolence veiled beneath the hooded mantle.

orphist style in the heart of a mystical landscape, the ancient stone pyramid gleams under the radiant hues of a setting sun. the golden rays of light dance across its jagged surface, casting long shadows that stretch and contract with each passing moment. as if guided by an unseen force, the wind whispers secrets through the rustling leaves of the trees surrounding the pyramid. the atmosphere is thick with mystery and awe as one approaches this magnificent structure. a winding path, worn by countless feet, leads up to the entrance of the pyramid. the stones on this path have seen many passersby in their time, and they carry stories of those who ventured inside. each step taken on this path feels like a small adventure, drawing you closer to the heart of the pyramid. the entrance to the pyramid is guarded by a tall door, carved from a single piece of stone. it stands imposingly before the visitor, promising mysteries yet to be unraveled. the door seems almost to pulse with energy, inviting curious souls to discover what lies within. as the sun descends lower in the sky, it casts a warm glow over the entire scene, making everything look as if it's bathed in liquid gold. this magic hour creates an enchanting ambiance, heightening the sense of wonder and excitement for the journey ahead. you can feel the glide and catch in your steps as you move towards the pyramid. the rustling leaves, the gentle breeze, and the whispering winds seem to conspire to guide you on your quest. every sensation intensifies the anticipation of what awaits beyond the grand doors of the ancient stone pyramid. . pure abstraction, bright colors, geometric shapes, highly detailed

(masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), A mesmerizing, cinematic shot of an enchanted forest bathed in the soft light of a silvery full moon. Towering, ancient trees with twisting branches and glowing moss reach towards the heavens, their roots disappearing into a blanket of mist. The moonlight filters through the leaves, casting delicate, dappled patterns across the forest floor, where wildflowers and ferns bloom with ethereal radiance. The air is alive with a sense of mystery, as glowing fireflies dance lazily in the night. The atmosphere feels both peaceful and magical, as if the forest itself is holding its breath, guarding untold secrets. The scene is a delicate balance of the natural world and the fantastical, inviting the viewer to step into a realm where wonder and adventure await at every turn

(ultra high res:1.4), (masterpiece), (beautiful lighting:1.4), A breathtaking surreal landscape where gravity seems to have loosely grasped the earth, giving way to a symphony of floating islands and upside-down mountains that pierce a canvas of a beautiful sky adorned with soft, fluffy clouds. In the heart of this dreamlike realm, a colossal, ancient castle made of gleaming white stone stands tall on the highest island, its spires and turrets stretching towards the heavens. The clear water beneath the castle reflects the pastel hues of the sky, creating a serene, mirror-like surface that is dotted with peculiar flora that defy the laws of nature. The trees, lush with emerald leaves, are bent and twisted into whimsical shapes, as if drawn by an unseen hand of a playful artist. The floating islands are covered in a tapestry of vibrant, luminescent mosses and flowers that bloom in impossible shapes and sizes, casting a soft glow across the scene. In the distance, the horizon line blurs where the clear water meets the sky, hinting at an infinite expanse of this fantastical world. The masterpiece captures a moment of perfect harmony, as the gentle whispers of the water and the soft hum of unseen creatures resonate through the air, inviting the viewer to step into a realm where the extraordinary becomes the norm, and the only limit is the imagination.

hollow souls wander from home
longing to feel at home
every doubtful step i take which only you see
leave footprints in the shape of faces
i don't know if i recognize them
all of them uniquely similar
every grimace i look back at
each make the trip miserable
but how else would i know they exist?
advntr, pemo

$I open my eyes I see the sun shining through the night The light that blinds Reflex the fear thet I have no time I watch the leaves I see the glance shining icy bright The day has come I step outside facing darker side Warmth keeps fading Frost is cutting Air I'm breathing Death cold feeling Now I see the hordes are coming I'm still living! Face of the Winterking White frost on the fields Creeps into the souls Force of the Winterreal Across the clear blue sky The reign of snow will rise Battle begins Our Blades are sharp and against the foe We march out Mellow men fight aginst time The field is lost Save your souls from the Winterking Leave this place Cause your damned and you fight in vain Time is running out I am old and tired Afraid of dying reckless Golden light admired The King's sword is grazing me Remorsefulness desired He covers the skies Looks out the sun brings us endless nights The ruler of ice Collects the souls of the fallen knights The fields is lost Save tour souls froms the Winterking Leave this place Cause your damned and you fight in vain best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, dark fantasy, dystopia, post-apocalypse, horror $theme$, dramatic, epic, colorful, detailed lighting, glow, foggy, highly dramatic lighting, professional, excellent composition, maximized details, ultimate detail level, visualy stunning, color contrast, mesmerizing and otherworldly visual experience, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative, experimental, visionary, boundary-pushing, beyond reality visually stunning, absolutely outstanding, swirling, stretching, insanity, frozen hell, ice, icicles, snow, blizzard, primeval evil, chthonic, angels crying, dying world, curse, no remorse, no retreat, in the depths of hidden fears, terrifying, dynamic, (double exposure), very detailed background, strobe light, bright lit, (close-up:1.3), zoomed <lora:marcXL:0.7> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.7> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:WildcardX-XL-Detail-Enhancer(detail):0.3> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:Surreal Harmony:0.5> Surreal Harmony <lora:TheWeirdies_V2:0.5> theW3iRDi3Sv2 <lora:Desolation:0.25> <lora:Ice:0.7> ice <lora:Stephen Gammell Style:0.45> Stephen Gammell Style <lora:Illustration_Insanity:0.4>$

Step into the Whispering Willows, an enchanted forest where ancient trees harbor secrets and whispers in the wind reveal tales of forgotten magic. Our rendering brings to life the play of light among the leaves, mythical creatures hiding in the shadows, and the ethereal glow of bioluminescent flora.

$I open my eyes I see the sun shining through the night The light that blinds Reflex the fear thet I have no time I watch the leaves I see the glance shining icy bright The day has come I step outside facing darker side Warmth keeps fading Frost is cutting Air I'm breathing Death cold feeling Now I see the hordes are coming I'm still living! Face of the Winterking White frost on the fields Creeps into the souls Force of the Winterreal Across the clear blue sky The reign of snow will rise Battle begins Our Blades are sharp and against the foe We march out Mellow men fight aginst time The field is lost Save your souls from the Winterking Leave this place Cause your damned and you fight in vain Time is running out I am old and tired Afraid of dying reckless Golden light admired The King's sword is grazing me Remorsefulness desired He covers the skies Looks out the sun brings us endless nights The ruler of ice Collects the souls of the fallen knights The fields is lost Save tour souls froms the Winterking Leave this place Cause your damned and you fight in vain best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, dark fantasy, dystopia, post-apocalypse, horror $theme$, dramatic, epic, colorful, detailed lighting, glow, foggy, highly dramatic lighting, professional, excellent composition, maximized details, ultimate detail level, visualy stunning, color contrast, mesmerizing and otherworldly visual experience, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative, experimental, visionary, boundary-pushing, beyond reality visually stunning, absolutely outstanding, insanity, frozen hell, ice, icicles, snow, blizzard, crowd, size difference, primeval evil, chthonic, angels crying, dying world, curse, eldritch abomination, cthulhu mythos, no remorse, no retreat, in the depths of hidden fears, terrifying, dynamic, (double exposure), very detailed background, strobe light, bright lit, (close-up:1.3), zoomed <lora:marcXL:0.7> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.7> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:WildcardX-XL-Detail-Enhancer(detail):0.3> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:Surreal Harmony:0.45> Surreal Harmony <lora:TheWeirdies_V2:0.5> theW3iRDi3Sv2 <lora:Desolation:0.25> <lora:Ice:0.7> ice <lora:Stephen Gammell Style:0.45> Stephen Gammell Style <lora:Illustration_Insanity:0.4> <lora:DonMGl00my1c3XL:0.4>$

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

LanaSin
Amidst the rain-slicked sidewalk, she strides purposefully, each step leaving a soft ripple in the puddles below. The patter of raindrops adds rhythm to her journey, saturating her attire and hair with a glistening sheen. super bright headlight flash from Passing cars cast a fleeting halo of light around her figure as their headlights slice through the darkness. Meanwhile, vibrant neon signs lining the storefronts bathe her face in a surreal palette of electric blue, vivid pink, and neon green, painting her features with an otherworldly glow. Amidst this urban symphony, a streetlight bathes her in Rembrandt light, lending dramatic contrast and depth to her expression. Subtle rim lights contour her silhouette, adding dimension, while a soft hair light delicately accents the strands of her wet hair, completing the captivating scene.

As they drive, Ferdinand and Martha engage in easy conversation, their words weaving a tapestry of shared interests and newfound discoveries. Their voices carry a subtle hint of anticipation, a shared understanding that something significant is unfolding between them.
They arrive at a secluded park, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and a gentle breeze rustles through the leaves, creating a sense of intimacy and seclusion. Ferdinand and Martha step out of the car, their hearts pounding in unison as they venture into this private oasis.
Underneath the soft glow of a setting sun, Ferdinand and Martha find themselves in a moment frozen in time. They sit side by side on a park bench, their bodies inches apart but their connection bridging any remaining distance. Their conversation flows effortlessly, deepening with every word, as they share their dreams, fears, and longings.

powerful artistic vision of Dreamlike, surreal landscape with an inviting, ethereal atmosphere, colors shifting between soft blues, purples, and golds, style whimsical and fantastical. In the foreground, a winding, crystal-like path disappears into a misty veil, beckoning the viewer to step into the scene. To the left, a towering, gnarled tree with glowing, iridescent leaves stretches towards the sky, its branches twisted into impossible shapes. In the distance, shimmering, lotus-like flowers bloom on the surface of a serene, glassy lake, reflecting the colors of the sky. The air is filled with delicate, swirling mist that hints at hidden secrets and mysteries waiting to be uncovered. Lighting is soft, diffused, and enchanting, with an otherworldly glow emanating from the flowers and the path. Perspective is slightly skewed, as if the viewer is being drawn into the scene. Texture is a mix of smooth, glassy surfaces and rough, organic tree bark. Mood is one of wonder, curiosity, and invitation, as if the painting is whispering 'come closer, explore, and discover the magic that lies beyond.' High resolution, cinematic, and highly detailed, with a sense of depth and dimensionality that draws the viewer in. breathtaking masterpiece made by great artist. best quality, high resolution

very happy smile a very beautiful girl with long dark curly hair in long dress ivory powder color stile Gabriela Gonzalez holds a wicker basket filled with brightly coloured flowers of different shades: red, pink, yellow, purple and blue. The basket stands on green moss covering the steps and stone surface. The overall appearance gives the feeling of a manicured garden or forest lawn. Individual scattered petals and leaves can be seen around the basket and in the background, adding to the picturesqueness of the scene. Light sunlight falls on the leaves and flowers, emphasising their natural beauty and freshness.
high quality, professional photo, 32k
Photography is professional in style. bright lighting,bright colour scheme bright colour,detailed high detail style,majestic,photorealistic,HD,8k close-up 4K cinematic light,hyper-realistic,photorealism,fresh detailing

<lora:CosmicStyleSDXL:1.4>CosmicStyle (A surreal digital art piece featuring a serene, enchanted glade filled with glowing mushrooms of various shapes, sizes, and colors. The mushrooms emit a soft, ethereal glow, casting gentle light on the surrounding foliage. A mysterious figure, wearing an ornate, intricately designed mask, moves gracefully among the mushrooms, adding an air of mystery and allure to the scene. The atmosphere is peaceful and otherworldly, inviting the viewer to step into this magical realm and explore its secrets. The background details include tall trees with twisting branches and vibrant, glowing leaves, creating a sense of depth and dimension in the image. The overall mood is one of wonder and intrigue, drawing the viewer in and inviting them to imagine the stories that unfold in this mystical setting.:0.5), see-through, transparent

Daytime. A video game graphic image of a ChristmasLightsStyle A woman with long, curly brown hair and warm, golden-brown skin floats gently above the lush vegetation of a levitating island, her bright green eyes closed as if savoring the magic of the surroundings, her full lips curved into a soft, enigmatic smile, wearing a flowing white gown with intricate, swirling patterns of silver and gold that shimmer and glow in the soft, ethereal light, the gown billowing around her like a cloud, her slender fingers extended, as if conducting the symphony of life that surrounds her, the air filled with a kaleidoscope of butterflies, their iridescent wings glimmering in shades of blue, purple, and green, the island itself a tapestry of vibrant colors, with towering trees, their trunks strong and gnarled, their leaves a vibrant green, and flowers of every shape and size, blooming in a riot of color, the sound of soft music and gentle laughter carried on the breeze, as the woman's magic brings the dreams of the forest to life, a magnificent stag with antlers that shimmer like diamonds, and a coat that shines like gold, steps out from behind a tree, its eyes gentle, and curious, as it regards the woman, and the island, which is surrounded by a halo of soft, white light, that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy.. <lora:ChristmasLightsStyleSDXL:0.9>

The twilight haze gently ebbs away, revealing the enchanting realm of Ethyria in all its mystical splendor. As the golden sun begins its ascent over the emerald-tipped mountains, a thick canopy of ancient trees sways in unison, whispering centuries-old secrets in a language known only to the woods. A soft zephyr rustles through the verdant foliage, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of wildflowers and the promise of magical adventures.
Nestled amidst the tranquil expanse of the Whispering Woods, a quaint village materializes with rustic charm. Composed of timber-framed cottages adorned with ivy and jasmine, their thatched roofs seem to stretch toward the cerulean heavens. The air thrums with an ethereal melodies, as if the village itself is imbued with a harmonious enchantment.
Amidst the morning dew-sprinkled cobblestone streets, a bustling market awakens with vivid hues and animated energy. Stalls adorned with wares of all kinds stretch as far as the eye can see. The captivating aroma of freshly baked pastries mingles with the sharp tang of exotic spices, creating an intoxicating scent that lures adventurers from far and wide.
A vibrant tapestry of inhabitants breathes life into this fantastical panorama. Elves, their delicate features enhanced by an otherworldly glow, gracefully navigate through the throng. Their elven cloaks, woven with strands of stardust, shimmer like the finest silver under the dappled sunlight. Dwarves, sturdy and resolute, march with purpose, their magnificent beards flowing like cascading waterfalls of obsidian and ruby. Meanwhile, fairies flit through the air, their opulent wings casting iridescent hues upon the onlookers, captivating them with their ethereal beauty.
In the central square, a magnificent fountain stands as a testament to the tapestry of magic that interweaves this mesmerizing world. Water cascades down in crystalline ribbons, carving intricate patterns upon the glistening stone. Legends abound, whispering of the mythical powers dormant within its shimmering depths. It is said that those who dare drink from its magical waters may gain unimaginable potency, or alternatively be plagued with the curse of eternal wanderlust.
Beyond the village, the landscape shifts, unfolding into a sprawling expanse of enchanted forests, crystal-clear lakes, and towering mountains shielding hidden realms of mythical beings. Creatures of legend, such as elusive unicorns and majestic griffins, grace the skies and meadows, leaving flickers of their ephemeral existence imprinted upon the hearts of those lucky enough to witness their majestic flight.
As the day unfolds, casting a warm radiance upon the land, a sense of infinite possibilities wafts in the breeze. In this realm of mysterious wonder, where every tree holds a tale and every rock hides ancient secrets, brave heroes are destined to embark upon grand quests, entwined in fates dictated by prophecies yet unwritten.
This enchanted world of Ethyria, with its charming village, bewitching landscapes, and mythical entities, serves as the gateway to a realm where dreams intertwine with reality. The curtain is raised, inviting the heralding note of adventure to resonate across the realms, beckoning the readers to step foot into a tale that will forever elevate their imagination to untold heights.

Druidic man,

Cloaked in the verdant embrace of nature, the druid man emerges as a figure deeply attuned to the primal rhythms of the earth. His weathered countenance tells tales of ancient wisdom etched by the passage of time, and his eyes gleam with the untamed spirit of the wilderness. Adorned in robes woven from the fibers of the forest itself, he moves with a graceful harmony that mirrors the dance of leaves in the wind. Nature's whispers guide his every step, and the calloused hands that have tended to both flora and fauna carry an aura of gentle power. His hair, a cascade of mossy greens and earthy browns, weaves seamlessly with the environment, marking him as a steward of the untamed realms, where the ancient magic of the land and the secrets of the old growth intertwine in a symbiotic embrace.

photorealistic,

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In the heart of the forest, where sunlight filters through the canopy, a young girl walks with an ethereal grace, her footsteps echoing softly amidst the rustling leaves and bird song. She is more than just a mere traveler; she is a guardian of the woods, deeply connected to the natural world around her.
In this captivating scene, the girl is depicted walking along a winding forest path, her flowing garments blending seamlessly with the verdant surroundings. Her hair, like tendrils of ivy, cascades down her back, adorned with delicate flowers and leaves that seem to bloom in harmony with the forest itself.
The girl's eyes reflect the tranquility of the woodland glade, their gaze filled with a sense of wonder and reverence for the beauty that surrounds her. With each step, she is enveloped by the gentle embrace of nature, as if the very earth beneath her feet pulses with life and energy.
Soft, dappled sunlight filters through the dense foliage above, casting a warm, golden glow upon the forest floor. The air is alive with the scent of pine and earth, as the girl's senses are awakened to the sights, sounds, and smells of the forest.
As she walks, the girl reaches out to touch the leaves and branches that brush against her skin, her connection to the natural world deepening with each passing moment. She is not merely a visitor to this enchanted realm; she is a part of it, bound to its rhythms and cycles in ways that transcend mere words.

best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful girl, her back to the viewer, walks along a lonely, blood-soaked road, dragging a (big rough sword:1.1) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. The ground is littered with the bodies of her fallen monsters, creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword,dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, (main focus on girl,close-up, zoomed:1.2), strong perspective, vanishing point, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page
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In the dimly lit corridor, shadows lurk ominously, obscuring any semblance of safety or comfort. The air hangs heavy with a stale, musty odor, sending a shiver down your spine as you tread cautiously through the oppressive darkness. Each step echoes eerily, bouncing off the cold, unyielding walls like whispers of unseen specters. The floor beneath your feet feels uneven and treacherous, hinting at hidden dangers lurking just beyond the reach of your feeble flashlight. With every passing moment, a sense of foreboding intensifies, weighing heavily on your mind like a suffocating blanket of dread. As you press forward, the darkness seems to close in around you, suffocating any hope of escape, leaving you trapped in a labyrinth of despair and uncertainty

best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful warrior female, perfect body, her back to the viewer, walks along a blood-soaked road, (dragging a big sword:1.2) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. (The ground is littered with the bodies of fallen monsters:1.1), creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword, dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, main focus on girl, (close-up, zoomed:3.5), strong perspective, vanishing point, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page
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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>, Red and black_gothic_fantasy

Step into a hyper-surreal terrarium, where the boundaries of reality dissolve within a luminous glass orb. This self-sustaining ecosystem captivates with its ethereal beauty, as prismatic light filters through multifaceted glass walls, casting an ever-changing spectrum of neon hues. Inside, an otherworldly flora thrives: trees with bioluminescent leaves that pulse rhythmically, vibrant underbrush that shifts colors with the ambient temperature, and gigantic, translucent flowers that appear to float mid-air, their petals gently undulating. Streams and miniature waterfalls cycle clear, glowing water, creating a mesmerizing display of light and movement. Amid this dreamlike setting, a young woman in a school uniformâa skirt and blazer embroidered with photoluminescent threadâexplores, her attire mirroring the spectacular environment. Her presence activates sensors in the flora, causing bursts of light and color that respond to her movements, integrating her into the living tapestry of this surreal, glass-encased world <lora:add_detail:0.99> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.90> <lora:sdxl_glass:0.8> <lora:MJ52:0.6>

$best quality, masterpiece, A beautiful warrior female, perfect body, clad armor, her back to the viewer, walks along a blood-soaked road, (dragging a big sword:1.2) that leaves a trail of crimson in its wake. (The ground is littered with the bodies of fallen monsters:1.1), creating a macabre scene of chaos and destruction. Each step she takes is marked by bloody footprints, leading deeper into the darkness. The impressionist painting style captures the eerie beauty of the scene, with the interplay of light and shadow heightening the sense of horror and desolation.reflections on sword, dark fantasy, crimson color guide, despair, melancholy, mourn, main focus on girl, from behind, looking back, looking at looking at viewer, (close-up, zoomed:3.5), forced perspective, <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:XSfenlie:0.5> fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism <lora:Desolation:0.4> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.4> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:Gustave Dore Style:0.3> Gustave Doré Style page <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.25> <lora:d\EnvyZoomSliderXL01:1> <lora:caravaggio_XL_resize:0.3> crvgg, a painting of ***** by Crvgg$