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    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    Envision a late autumn scene in a quiet, mist-filled forest that radiates serenity. The landscape is painted in muted tones of golden browns, deep reds, and grays, softened by the gentle veil of mist hanging low over the ground. As dusk settles, the forest floor is covered in leaves that crunch softly underfoot, and the bare branches stand tall against a sky dimmed by the approaching night. In this tranquility, nearly invisible spirits of the earth emerge — pazemes gari or underworld spirits. They appear as gentle, mist-like silhouettes, moving slowly and silently along the forest floor, blending seamlessly with the mist and shadow. These spirits, as described in Latvian folklore, are not frightening but rather guardians of the land and its ancient wisdom, watching over the quieted woods.
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    Thank Heaven! the crisis -- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last -- And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength, And no muscle I move As I lie at full length -- But no matter! -- I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly, Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead -- Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning, The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing At heart: -- ah, that horrible, Horrible throbbing! The sickness -- the nausea -- The pitiless pain -- Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain -- With the fever called "Living" That burned in my brain. And oh! of all tortures That torture the worst Has abated -- the terrible Torture of thirst For the naphthaline river Of Passion accurst: -- I have drank of a water That quenches all thirst: -- Of a water that flows, With a lullaby sound, From a spring but a very few Feet under ground -- From a cavern not very far Down under ground. And ah! let it never Be foolishly said That my room it is gloomy And narrow my bed; For man never slept In a different bed -- And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting, or never Regretting its roses -- Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses: For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odor About it, of pansies -- A rosemary odor, Commingled with pansies -- With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies. And so it lies happily, Bathing in many A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie -- Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, She fondly caressed, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast -- Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast. When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm -- To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm. And I lie so composedly, Now in my bed, (Knowing her love) That you fancy me dead -- And I rest so contentedly, Now in my bed, (With her love at my breast) That you fancy me dead -- That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead: -- But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky, For it sparkles with Annie -- It glows with the light Of the love of my Annie -- With the thought of the light Of the eyes of my Annie.
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    Anime art, dim light, Low key, Chiaroscuro, partially covered in shadow, dramatic shadow. A beautiful black cat with silky fur prowls through a vast field of sunflowers at sunset, its sleek form weaving gracefully between the towering stalks. The golden blooms sway gently in the evening breeze, their broad faces tilting toward the sun's waning light. The cat's midnight-black coat gleams subtly in the dim glow, absorbing the last golden rays. Its eyes, a striking shade of luminous green, reflect the fiery hues of the sky, shimmering with curiosity and wonder. Each deliberate step carries a quiet elegance, as if the feline dances between worlds—half-shadow, half-light. The dimming sky paints the scene in rich contrasts—sharp beams of gold slice through the dense forest of stems, illuminating patches of soil and fallen petals, while shadowy alcoves cradle the mysteries of the field. Chiaroscuro emerges vividly in the interplay of light and darkness, accentuating the cat’s fluid, sinuous form as it moves with feline grace. The velvety black of its fur stands out against the muted yellow of the sunflower petals, creating a mesmerizing harmony between the softness of nature and the sharp definition of twilight shadows. The cat, both ethereal and grounded, seems to command the landscape simply by existing within it. Color grading imbues the scene with cinematic depth,
    (masterpiece, best quality:1.2), A few people riding horses along a peaceful country lane, surrounded by fields and rolling hills. The sun casts a warm glow over the scene, and the sound of hoofbeats echoes softly on the dirt road. The riders are dressed in casual attire, enjoying the quiet beauty of the countryside as the horses move gracefully through the tranquil landscape. upper body, vic3 <lora:vic3XL_v4-000006:1>
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    An otherworldly jungle on a distant planet, with towering alien trees and plants that glow with bioluminescent light. The foliage is a mix of vibrant purples, blues, and greens, and strange creatures move quietly through the underbrush. The ground is covered in a soft, moss-like substance that also glows faintly. Above, the sky is filled with unfamiliar constellations and a massive planet looms on the horizon. The atmosphere is mysterious and alive with alien life
    Anime art, dim light, Low key, Chiaroscuro, partially covered in shadow, dramatic shadow. A beautiful black cat with silky fur prowls through a vast field of sunflowers at sunset, its sleek form weaving gracefully between the towering stalks. The golden blooms sway gently in the evening breeze, their broad faces tilting toward the sun's waning light. The cat's midnight-black coat gleams subtly in the dim glow, absorbing the last golden rays. Its eyes, a striking shade of luminous green, reflect the fiery hues of the sky, shimmering with curiosity and wonder. Each deliberate step carries a quiet elegance, as if the feline dances between worlds—half-shadow, half-light. The dimming sky paints the scene in rich contrasts—sharp beams of gold slice through the dense forest of stems, illuminating patches of soil and fallen petals, while shadowy alcoves cradle the mysteries of the field. Chiaroscuro emerges vividly in the interplay of light and darkness, accentuating the cat’s fluid, sinuous form as it moves with feline grace. The velvety black of its fur stands out against the muted yellow of the sunflower petals, creating a mesmerizing harmony between the softness of nature and the sharp definition of twilight shadows. The cat, both ethereal and grounded, seems to command the landscape simply by existing within it. Color grading imbues the scene with cinematic depth,
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    A dynamic image of Quiet in action, gracefully moving through the shadows with her sniper rifle in hand, the play of light and shadows enhancing the hyperrealistic portrayal of this iconic Metal Gear Solid V character.
    Anime art, dim light, Low key, Chiaroscuro, partially covered in shadow, dramatic shadow. A beautiful black cat with silky fur prowls through a vast field of sunflowers at sunset, its sleek form weaving gracefully between the towering stalks. The golden blooms sway gently in the evening breeze, their broad faces tilting toward the sun's waning light. The cat's midnight-black coat gleams subtly in the dim glow, absorbing the last golden rays. Its eyes, a striking shade of luminous green, reflect the fiery hues of the sky, shimmering with curiosity and wonder. Each deliberate step carries a quiet elegance, as if the feline dances between worlds—half-shadow, half-light. The dimming sky paints the scene in rich contrasts—sharp beams of gold slice through the dense forest of stems, illuminating patches of soil and fallen petals, while shadowy alcoves cradle the mysteries of the field. Chiaroscuro emerges vividly in the interplay of light and darkness, accentuating the cat’s fluid, sinuous form as it moves with feline grace. The velvety black of its fur stands out against the muted yellow of the sunflower petals, creating a mesmerizing harmony between the softness of nature and the sharp definition of twilight shadows. The cat, both ethereal and grounded, seems to command the landscape simply by existing within it. Color grading imbues the scene with cinematic depth,
    Anime art, dim light, Low key, Chiaroscuro, partially covered in shadow, dramatic shadow. A beautiful black cat with silky fur prowls through a vast field of sunflowers at sunset, its sleek form weaving gracefully between the towering stalks. The golden blooms sway gently in the evening breeze, their broad faces tilting toward the sun's waning light. The cat's midnight-black coat gleams subtly in the dim glow, absorbing the last golden rays. Its eyes, a striking shade of luminous green, reflect the fiery hues of the sky, shimmering with curiosity and wonder. Each deliberate step carries a quiet elegance, as if the feline dances between worlds—half-shadow, half-light. The dimming sky paints the scene in rich contrasts—sharp beams of gold slice through the dense forest of stems, illuminating patches of soil and fallen petals, while shadowy alcoves cradle the mysteries of the field. Chiaroscuro emerges vividly in the interplay of light and darkness, accentuating the cat’s fluid, sinuous form as it moves with feline grace. The velvety black of its fur stands out against the muted yellow of the sunflower petals, creating a mesmerizing harmony between the softness of nature and the sharp definition of twilight shadows. The cat, both ethereal and grounded, seems to command the landscape simply by existing within it. Color grading imbues the scene with cinematic depth,

      DreamShaper XL

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    • SFW v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwV2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwLightningDPMSDE.safetensors
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    • alpha2 (xl1.0) - dreamshaperXL_alpha2Xl10.safetensors
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      DreamShaper

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    • 8 LCM - dreamshaper_8LCM.safetensors
    • 8-inpainting - dreamshaper_8Inpainting.safetensors
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    • 7 - dreamshaper_7.safetensors
    • 7-inpainting - dreamshaper_7-inpainting.safetensors
    • 7-diffusers - dreamshaper_7Diffusers_trainingData.zip
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    • 6 no vae - dreamshaper_6NoVae.safetensors
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    • 5 pruned (no vae) - train - dreamshaper_5PrunedNoVaeTrain.ckpt
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    • 4 no vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4NoVaeFp16.ckpt
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