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    A master-level, highly detailed, dark fantasy scene featuring a massive red dragon, its jaws wide open, spewing an inferno of scorching flames directly from its throat onto a small, rustic farmhouse in a village. The intense fire flows like a molten river from the dragon's maw, consuming the wooden structure as other parts of the village catch fire. Glowing embers scatter through the dark air, while the dragon's glowing red scales reflect the fiery blaze. The color palette is dominated by deep shadows and strong contrasts, with the dragon's flames illuminating the night in fierce orange and red tones.<lora:FluxEpicDragons:0.6>
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    (best quality, masterpiece, official art:1.2), (Pen and Ink Drawing and Watercolor Painting), (art in style 1960's Mod Fashion Icon by David Bailey:1.2), she is wearing a female police uniform and a police cap, the style of the artwork is reminiscent of Andy Warhol's 1970's Disco Diva Glamour, with bold lines and thick brushstrokes, a full-length depiction of Sharon Stone at age 30, squatting down with a playful expression on her face, with a pink wall as the background. The overall feel of the artwork is trendy and eye-catching, the blue police uniform suits her perfectly, her short hair is styled in a chic pixie cut, she has a playful expression on her face, kneeling on the ground, with her lips slightly parted and her eyes sparkling with mischief, the pink wall behind her adds a pop of color to the image, this artwork is sure to be a masterpiece and trending on Artstation.
    Create a hyper-realistic digital painting of an open mouth with a glossy gold top lip and glossy bottom black lip,. The lips should be slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of white teeth. Between the lips, place a large, radiant diamond that catches the light with the words "Boss" written on the diamond. The overall composition should have depth and dimension, with shadows adding realism. The background should be an oil painting-style black canvas, enhancing the richness
    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.
    Title: "Stellar Odyssey" The opening scene of the space opera book, "Stellar Odyssey," takes place amidst the vast expanse of outer space. The narrative zooms in on a stunning, multi-hued nebula, where swirling gases and radiant stars paint the backdrop. Nebulous clouds of cosmic dust glimmer with ethereal wisps of light, creating an awe-inspiring sight. As the camera-like perspective moves closer to the nebula, the delicate harmony of celestial bodies is broken by a colossal interstellar battlecruiser, the USS Vanguard. The starship, imposing and bristling with futuristic weaponry, glides through the cosmic dust with a graceful yet powerful aura. The sunlight catches the vessel's sleek metallic design, reflecting a captivating blend of silver and blue. Inside the bridge of the USS Vanguard, the protagonist, Captain Nova Tyress, a bold and seasoned spacefarer, stands with a fierce determination. Dressed in an intricate uniform adorned with insignias of valor and galaxies, Tyress commands respect and exudes a charismatic aura. Around Tyress, the bridge buzzes with activity and the low hum of advanced technology. Crew members wearing futuristic gear man their stations, operating holographic interfaces and monitoring the ship's status with intense focus. Multicolored lights flicker on various panels, displaying data streams, navigational charts, and tactical information. We learn that the USS Vanguard is part of the Intergalactic Allied Forces, a collective unit dedicated to protecting peace and justice across the galaxies. Captain Tyress and her crew are on a mission to defend an interplanetary outpost from an unknown alien force. The urgency of the situation is palpable, crackling through the charged atmosphere of the bridge. Captain Tyress issues rapid commands in a cool, authoritative tone, coordinating her team with precision. Her voice is tinged with determination, a testament to her unwavering commitment to defend the outposts and safeguard the lives of countless beings relying on the Alliance's protection. As the tension builds, the shimmering visuals of the nebula outside cast a dreamlike ambiance inside the bridge. The juxtaposition between the serene beauty of the cosmos and the imminent danger within the starship creates a mesmerizing contrast and encapsulates the core essence of a space opera. With the scene set, a sense of adventure, intrigue, and the immense scale of the universe is established. The opening scene leave readers eager to follow Captain Nova Tyress and her crew's journey across the stars, promising an enthralling space opera that will transport them to a realm of limitless possibilities.
    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.
    Create a hyper-realistic digital painting of an open mouth with a glossy gold top lip and glossy bottom black lip,. The lips should be slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of white teeth. Between the lips, place a large, radiant diamond that catches the light with the words "Boss" written on the diamond. The overall composition should have depth and dimension, with shadows adding realism. The background should be an oil painting-style black canvas, enhancing the richness
    In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone knight clad in shimmering, mismatched armor stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. Their silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living painting torn from the pages of a storybook. Cheshire Cat’s grin glowing in The air , and the horizon shimmers with the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. Their weapon, a staff crowned with a glowing crystal, rests at their side, its light catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies. Their helmet, adorned with a crooked plume, tilts slightly in the wind, its feathers unraveling like riddles. Above, a swarm of flying monkeys—part mischief, part menace—soars into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold strokes carve their 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 knight’s stillness is a storm contained, their gaze reflecting the duality of a guardian-dreamer, lost in thought yet poised to act. Here, in this liminal space where the knight embodies the spirit of adventure—a protector of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The colors bleed, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    (best quality, masterpiece, official art:1.2), (Pen and Ink Drawing and Watercolor Painting), (art in style 1960's Mod Fashion Icon by David Bailey:1.2), she is wearing a female police uniform and a police cap, the style of the artwork is reminiscent of Andy Warhol's 1970's Disco Diva Glamour, with bold lines and thick brushstrokes, a full-length depiction of Sharon Stone at age 30, squatting down with a playful expression on her face, with a pink wall as the background. The overall feel of the artwork is trendy and eye-catching, the blue police uniform suits her perfectly, her short hair is styled in a chic pixie cut, she has a playful expression on her face, kneeling on the ground, with her lips slightly parted and her eyes sparkling with mischief, the pink wall behind her adds a pop of color to the image, this artwork is sure to be a masterpiece and trending on Artstation.
    Create a hyper-realistic digital painting of an open mouth with a glossy gold top lip and glossy bottom black lip,. The lips should be slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of white teeth. Between the lips, place a large, radiant diamond that catches the light with the words "Boss" written on the diamond. The overall composition should have depth and dimension, with shadows adding realism. The background should be an oil painting-style black canvas, enhancing the richness
    1 girl, solo, 19 years old, parted lips, slim build, refined beauty, big round breasts A girl with fiery red hair styled in thick braids, adorned with silver rings and feathers, stands on the ship's bow, her wings glowing faintly in the misty twilight. She’s dressed in a fitted, sleeveless tunic made of black leather, revealing her toned arms and the intricate tattoo that winds up her shoulder and across her collarbone. Her high-waisted shorts, torn at the edges, emphasize her long legs and bare feet gripping the wet wood beneath her. The dark ocean stretches out behind her, while her sharp gaze is focused on the approaching storm, the wind catching her loose, flowing cape made of dark, gossamer-like material, enhancing her ethereal yet fierce presence, by Nobuyoshi Araki and by Nicolaes Maes,
    Introducing the Glitterleaf: The Glitterleaf is an enchanting plant, unlike anything ever seen before. Residing gracefully in lush, hidden groves, its physical attributes capture the imagination and leave all who encounter it in awe. Standing tall, with an average height of eight feet, its majestic presence commands attention. At first glance, the Glitterleaf appears to be covered in a myriad of iridescent crystals, twinkling and shimmering in the sunlight. Its leaves, long and slender, possess a translucent quality, allowing light to pass through and creating enchanting patterns on the ground beneath. Each leaf presents a kaleidoscope of colors, ranging from radiant blues and vivid purples to soft pinks and warm golden hues, blending seamlessly in a mesmerizing display. The Glitterleaf boasts an intricate network of branches, which intertwine and stretch outward in a seemingly infinite manner. These branches bear delicate clusters of tiny flowers, each petal resembling a miniature stained glass window. The ethereal blooms are characterized by their ability to change color, depending on the time of day or the emotions they sense in the air. They emit a subtle, sweet fragrance, captivating and uplifting the spirits of those fortunate enough to catch a whiff. What sets the Glitterleaf apart from ordinary plants is its intriguing luminescent nature. After sunset, the plant comes alive in a spectacle of pulsating light. Its crystal-covered exterior transforms into a breathtaking light show, casting a soft, ethereal glow that illuminates the surrounding area. This nocturnal display attracts a myriad of nocturnal creatures, from glowing fireflies to curious owls and enchanting moths that flutter around, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairy tale. The Glitterleaf thrives in temperate climates, preferring the nourishing soil found in untamed forests and secluded meadows. It has the extraordinary ability to adapt to its surroundings, drawing sustenance from even the most modest amounts of sunlight, water, and nutrients. With this resilience, the Glitterleaf emerges as a symbol of hope, reminding us that beauty can flourish even in the harshest environments. While still a rare find in the natural world, the Glitterleaf's popularity has grown among plant enthusiasts and botanical adventurers. Its distinctive physical attributes have captivated many, inspiring awe and wonder with every encounter. To witness a Glitterleaf, one becomes a part of its magical world, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, and the imagination takes flight.
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), PHOTOREALISTIC, 1girl, 25 years old, perfect quality, high quality, (burnig halo, White large Angel wings:1.3), goddess, red hair, sleek long straight bob hair cut with bangs, athletic female, ((fitness models, muscle detail, detailed muscle)), long athletic muscular legs, athletic round muscular butt, athletic hips, perfect breasts, perfect body, epic, long hair, intricate hairstyle, side shot, cute, legs, soft skin, soft skin, textured skin ,shining glossy skin, soft abs, slim waist, (slender body), ((intricate armored corset, showing sexy body underneath, greek sandals:1.2, armor parts on body:1.2, marble armor:1.2, greave, glowing gold Kintsugi tattoos on body:1.3)), weapon, burning sword, solo, armor, holding, holding weapon, holding an elaborate sword, earrings, cape, jewelry, shoulder armor, , breasts, medium teardrop breasts, lips, pauldrons, profile, science fiction, outdoors, from side, raytracing, soft lighting, realistic, blum effect, masterpiece, absolutely eye-catching, particles, glow, shining, intricate cinematic background, (beautiful cute face), stretching her wings, feathers in the air, parted lips, outdoors, far away castle, professional photograph of a stunning woman detailed, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, volumetrics dtx, ( bokeh, depth of field, sunset, motion blur:1.3), 4k, 8k, hd, hdr
    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.
    <lora:SS02ImpressionisticPainting_Hap_XL:2>,Thomas Kinkade style, Drawing nearer, the miner's breath catches in his throat as he discovers a vein of gold, glistening like a beacon of possibility against the rough stone. With steady hands, he extracts the precious ore, his movements deliberate and sure. ((Stretching out his hand to see in the dark)), lit part of the face, with obvious expression of surprise:1.3
    Title: The Luminaflora - A Botanical Marvel Chapter 1: Unveiling Nature's Lightbearer Introduction: In an enchanting world teeming with flora and fauna, nestled amidst the lush verdant forests, mountains, and plains, discover the captivating Luminaflora. This extraordinary plant possesses unparalleled physical attributes that have captivated the hearts and imagination of both botanists and nature enthusiasts alike. Description: The Luminaflora, a botanical marvel, possesses an otherworldly allure with distinct physical features that distinguish it from any other plant in existence. Its radiance enchants any who catch a glimpse of its ethereal beauty. Glowing Petals: Standing tall at an average height of five feet, the Luminaflora showcases long, slender stems, which bear clusters of velvety petals. Each petal is translucent and possesses an inherent bioluminescence, emanating an enchanting glow in various shades of soft, iridescent pastels. The Luminaflora can possess petals in hues ranging from luminous lavender and dreamy turquoise to magical cerulean and aphotic silver. Illuminated Patterns: What further sets the Luminaflora apart are the intricate illuminated patterns that gracefully adorn its petals. These patterns, akin to delicate filigree or celestial constellations, float across the translucent petals, glimmering and shifting in a mesmerizing dance of light and color. These ephemeral patterns manifest in an assortment of designs depicting nature's wonders: spiraling galaxies, shimmering crescent moons, blooming flowers, or even animals at play. Effervescent Leaves: The foliage of the Luminaflora is as enchanting as its petals. Its fresh green leaves possess a unique effervescence, appearing as if tiny bursts of sparkling stardust have settled and become an integral part of the plant itself. When sunlight graces these leaves, its rays are refracted through the prism-like structures within, creating a playful display of shimmer and glitter across the plant's canopy. Roots of Glowing Networks: Deep beneath the surface, the Luminaflora's roots extend in a vibrant network, glimmering with phosphorescence. The tendrils of these roots intertwine in intricate patterns, offering not just stability but also an additional source of radiance that permeates the earth beneath, enchanting the surrounding ecosystem. Conclusion: The Luminaflora, with its glowing petals, illuminated patterns, effervescent leaves, and roots of glowing networks, embodies an extraordinary combination of beauty and luminescence. This plant, seemingly born from the dreams of starlight, remains a testament to the wondrous variations that nature manifests. Its extraordinary physical attributes serve as a testament to the endless creativity and magic that the natural world bestows upon us, reminding us of the infinite possibilities that await those who dare to explore the realms of botany and imagination.
    A transparent Black Widow Spider made of glass with grossly disproportional large abdomen, plump and smooth. Inside her great body lays a fiery orange hourglass of glowing molten metal trapped inside. The glass of her legs and body catch every bit of light, turning it into shimmering streaks across her surface, like cracks in a mirror reflecting a thousand fragmented landscapes. She's perfectly smooth, no bumps or dents, just curves catching the light like liquid. Inside her body is glowing lava, sending shadows slithering across the inner surface of the glass, almost like trapped veins or muscles. Equal parts villainous, dangerous and beautiful, with many small and large eyes standing in background complete black, venom drips from her fangs like lava, BREAK, wide angle, nighttime, subsurface scattering, ultra hd, 4k, high def, Photorealistic, Hyperrealistic, Hyper detailed, analog style, realistic, masterpiece, best quality, ultra realistic, 8k, Intricate, High Detail, film photography, soft lighting, heavy shadow <lora:epi_noiseoffset2:1>, <lora:add_detail:0.8>, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5 <lora:KK_paperCut_v1:1>, paper_cut, (fractal art: 1.4)
    stunning close-up portrait of a young woman during golden hour, with warm sunlight casting a soft, golden glow across her face. More natural skin tone ,Delicate freckles scatter across her cheeks and nose, while her smooth skin shows ultra-realistic texture, with fine pores, soft peach fuzz, and a natural sheen. Loose strands of dark brown hair catch the sunlight, creating subtle highlights. Her hazel eyes shimmer with warm reflections, and her lips, full and slightly parted, hold a ripe, glossy red cherry. The cherry’s rich color contrasts with her sun-kissed complexion. The background is softly blurred, with warm golden hues complementing her checkered yellow dress. Every detail, from the light catching on her skin to the tiny shadows beneath each hair strand, is captured in stunning realism, creating a lifelike, high-resolution portrait bathed in the warmth of the setting sun.”
    novuschroma54 style,score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, highly detailed, aesthetically stunning, intricate, luminous, amazing aesthetic, intricate details, Digital artwork, surreal style, high-quality, ultra-detailed, 8K resolution, visual masterpiece, In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone knight clad in shimmering, mismatched armor stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. Their silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living painting torn from the pages of a storybook. Cheshire Cat’s grin glowing in The air , and the horizon shimmers with the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. Their weapon, a staff crowned with a glowing crystal, rests at their side, its light catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies. Their helmet, adorned with a crooked plume, tilts slightly in the wind, its feathers unraveling like riddles. Above, a swarm of flying monkeys—part mischief, part menace—soars into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold strokes carve their 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 knight’s stillness is a storm contained, their gaze reflecting the duality of a guardian-dreamer, lost in thought yet poised to act. Here, in this liminal space where the knight embodies the spirit of adventure—a protector of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The colors bleed, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    The scene unfolds in the depths of night aboard a sparsely populated New York subway train. The car is bathed in a subdued ambiance, with only the faintest glimmers of dim, flickering lights piercing the encompassing darkness. These sparse lights cast long, eerie shadows across the faces of the scattered passengers, adding a sense of isolation and nocturnal mystery. Center stage, Joel and Lana are seated closely on a bench seat. The limited light from above gently illuminates Lana's hand as it rests softly on Joel's thigh, creating a contrast of light and shadow that accentuates the intimacy of their proximity. Lana's face, turned towards Joel, is a canvas of intense curiosity and allure, half-hidden in the shadows. Her eyes, gleaming in the low light, are locked onto his as she leans in, her lips parting to whisper, 'What's on your mind?' As Lana speaks, she absentmindedly twirls a strand of her hair, the motion catching fleeting glints of light. The camera lingers on this moment, capturing the interplay of light and shadow that dances across their expressions, heightening the tension and mystery of the late-night encounter. The scene is painted in a realistic, yet slightly surrealistic style. The color palette is muted, with shades of deep burgundy and navy blue dominating the background, while the foreground is illuminated by soft, warm light casting shadows on their faces. The mood is sensual and mysterious, filled with an unspoken tension that hangs heavily in the air. The perspective is close-up, capturing every detail of their expressions and body language as they sit side by side, facing each other intimately. The train is blurred in the background, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that isolates the couple from the outside world. The woman's hand is textured, with intricate patterns etched into her fingernails, while the man's suit jacket is richly detailed with deep creases and a subtle pinstripe pattern. The brushstrokes are bold yet precise, evoking the raw emotion and intensity of their interaction. The medium used is oil paint on canvas, adding to the depth and complexity of the scene. Overall, this illustration embodies the genre of psychological realism, exploring themes of intimacy, desire, and the complexities of human connection.
    A master-level, highly detailed, dark fantasy scene featuring a massive red dragon, its jaws wide open, spewing an inferno of scorching flames directly from its throat onto a small, rustic farmhouse in a village. The intense fire flows like a molten river from the dragon's maw, consuming the wooden structure as other parts of the village catch fire. Glowing embers scatter through the dark air, while the dragon's glowing red scales reflect the fiery blaze. The color palette is dominated by deep shadows and strong contrasts, with the dragon's flames illuminating the night in fierce orange and red tones.<lora:FluxEpicDragons:0.6>
    A master-level, highly detailed, dark fantasy scene featuring a massive red dragon, its jaws wide open, spewing an inferno of scorching flames directly from its throat onto a small, rustic farmhouse in a village. The intense fire flows like a molten river from the dragon's maw, consuming the wooden structure as other parts of the village catch fire. Glowing embers scatter through the dark air, while the dragon's glowing red scales reflect the fiery blaze. The color palette is dominated by deep shadows and strong contrasts, with the dragon's flames illuminating the night in fierce orange and red tones.<lora:FluxEpicDragons:0.6>
    A master-level, highly detailed, dark fantasy scene featuring a massive red dragon, its jaws wide open, spewing an inferno of scorching flames directly from its throat onto a small, rustic farmhouse in a village. The intense fire flows like a molten river from the dragon's maw, consuming the wooden structure as other parts of the village catch fire. Glowing embers scatter through the dark air, while the dragon's glowing red scales reflect the fiery blaze. The color palette is dominated by deep shadows and strong contrasts, with the dragon's flames illuminating the night in fierce orange and red tones.<lora:FluxEpicDragons:0.6>
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    (in Krenz Cushart style:1.2), high-quality, masterpiece, A ghostly assassin, her face shadowed by a dark hood, only her glowing eyes and part of her sharp jawline visible, The camera catches her as she narrows her eyes in concentration, a dagger gleaming just outside the frame, Smoke trails from the blade, the chaotic city lights flicker in the background blending into a blur, Her breath is barely visible as it fades into the mist, high contrast, shadowy lighting, tight close-up, cinematic atmosphere, (elaborate fine details:1.1), (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)
    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 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.
    In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone knight clad in shimmering, mismatched armor stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. Their silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living painting torn from the pages of a storybook. Cheshire Cat’s grin glowing in The air , and the horizon shimmers with the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. Their weapon, a staff crowned with a glowing crystal, rests at their side, its light catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies. Their helmet, adorned with a crooked plume, tilts slightly in the wind, its feathers unraveling like riddles. Above, a swarm of flying monkeys—part mischief, part menace—soars into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold strokes carve their 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 knight’s stillness is a storm contained, their gaze reflecting the duality of a guardian-dreamer, lost in thought yet poised to act. Here, in this liminal space where the knight embodies the spirit of adventure—a protector of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The colors bleed, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone knight clad in shimmering, mismatched armor stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. Their silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living painting torn from the pages of a storybook. Cheshire Cat’s grin glowing in The air , and the horizon shimmers with the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. Their weapon, a staff crowned with a glowing crystal, rests at their side, its light catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies. Their helmet, adorned with a crooked plume, tilts slightly in the wind, its feathers unraveling like riddles. Above, a swarm of flying monkeys—part mischief, part menace—soars into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold strokes carve their 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 knight’s stillness is a storm contained, their gaze reflecting the duality of a guardian-dreamer, lost in thought yet poised to act. Here, in this liminal space where the knight embodies the spirit of adventure—a protector of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The colors bleed, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.
    In a surreal expanse where the whispering grass grows taller than time itself, a lone knight clad in shimmering, mismatched armor stands like a relic of a dream half-remembered. Their silhouette, sharp as a blade, cuts through the haze, a living painting torn from the pages of a storybook. Cheshire Cat’s grin glowing in The air , and the horizon shimmers with the Yellow Brick Road, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. Their weapon, a staff crowned with a glowing crystal, rests at their side, its light catching the glow of embers that drift like fireflies. Their helmet, adorned with a crooked plume, tilts slightly in the wind, its feathers unraveling like riddles. Above, a swarm of flying monkeys—part mischief, part menace—soars into a sky where clouds swirl like the smoke of a wizard’s pipe. The scene is a dance of contrasts: bold strokes carve their 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 knight’s stillness is a storm contained, their gaze reflecting the duality of a guardian-dreamer, lost in thought yet poised to act. Here, in this liminal space where the knight embodies the spirit of adventure—a protector of forgotten realms, a wanderer between worlds. The colors bleed, the wind sings, and the moment hangs, suspended between the tick of a pocket watch and the roar of a tornado.

      DreamShaper XL

    • v2.1 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v21TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_lightningDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwV2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwLightningDPMSDE.safetensors
    • v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_turboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwTurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • alpha2 (xl1.0) - dreamshaperXL_alpha2Xl10.safetensors
    • alpha1 (xl0.9) - dreamshaperXL_alpha1Xl09.safetensors

      DreamShaper

    • 8 - dreamshaper_8.safetensors
    • 8 LCM - dreamshaper_8LCM.safetensors
    • 8-inpainting - dreamshaper_8Inpainting.safetensors
    • 8-diffusers - dreamshaper_8Diffusers.zip
    • 7 - dreamshaper_7.safetensors
    • 7-inpainting - dreamshaper_7-inpainting.safetensors
    • 7-diffusers - dreamshaper_7Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 6.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_631BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_631Inpainting.safetensors
    • 6.31 diffusers - dreamshaper_631Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 6 baked vae - dreamshaper_6BakedVae.safetensors
    • 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