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    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.
    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.
    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.
    elegant scifi digital painting, Female Starlit Sheer stealth suit, Midnight Seer Robe with Starlit Veil: The dark blue robe seems like a piece of the night sky itself, speckled with tiny glowing stars. The veil appears as a cascading river of the Milky Way., shimmering sea green robes with intricate ultra blue patterns, golden hour, blue sky, clouds, scenery, in a Orc Wasteland<lora:EnvySputnikXL01:1>
    old sorceress stands at the edge of a turbulent lake, its waters churning with an unseen force that stirs the misty veil clinging to her skin like a shroud of unease. the hooded figure's eyes burn with a faint, flickering light that casts eerie shadows on the surrounding trees, whose branches twist and writhe in agony as if tormented by some dark presence. crimson robes, once flowing and majestic, now hang tattered and torn, their colors muted by the oppressive atmosphere. as she raises her hands, the mist swirls around her with an unwholesome malevolence, coalescing into grotesque shapes that seem to be drawn to her outstretched palms like dark magnets. the air is heavy with a sense of foreboding and dread, as if the very fabric of reality is about to tear apart under the weight of some ancient, malevolent force. moss, (rain:1.5), raining, at night, moonlight, soft lights, foggy, mist, windy, (in Alphonse Mucha poster style, art nouveau, masterpiece, lithography, muted colors,:1.3) artchlr, <lora:artfullyECHELIER_SDXL_V1:0.75>, black, dark, <lora:- SDXL - vanta-black_contrast_V3.0:0.45>
    A majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. The mood is one of quiet power and anticipation, as the polar bear's gaze suggests he's on the precipice of a significant magical endeavor. The scene exudes a sense of tranquil solitude, with the polar bear's presence bridging the gap between the mystical and the natural world. by Tom Roberts, by John Martin, 4k
    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.
    elegant scifi digital painting, Female Starlit Sheer stealth suit, Midnight Seer Robe with Starlit Veil: The dark blue robe seems like a piece of the night sky itself, speckled with tiny glowing stars. The veil appears as a cascading river of the Milky Way., shimmering sea green robes with intricate ultra blue patterns, golden hour, blue sky, clouds, scenery, in a Orc Wasteland<lora:EnvySputnikXL01:1>
    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.
    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.
    old sorceress stands at the edge of a turbulent lake, its waters churning with an unseen force that stirs the misty veil clinging to her skin like a shroud of unease. the hooded figure's eyes burn with a faint, flickering light that casts eerie shadows on the surrounding trees, whose branches twist and writhe in agony as if tormented by some dark presence. crimson robes, once flowing and majestic, now hang tattered and torn, their colors muted by the oppressive atmosphere. as she raises her hands, the mist swirls around her with an unwholesome malevolence, coalescing into grotesque shapes that seem to be drawn to her outstretched palms like dark magnets. the air is heavy with a sense of foreboding and dread, as if the very fabric of reality is about to tear apart under the weight of some ancient, malevolent force. moss, (rain:1.5), raining, at night, moonlight, soft lights, foggy, mist, windy, (in Alphonse Mucha poster style, art nouveau, masterpiece, lithography, muted colors,:1.3) artchlr, <lora:artfullyECHELIER_SDXL_V1:0.75>, black, dark, <lora:- SDXL - vanta-black_contrast_V3.0:0.45>
    A majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. The mood is one of quiet power and anticipation, as the polar bear's gaze suggests he's on the precipice of a significant magical endeavor. The scene exudes a sense of tranquil solitude, with the polar bear's presence bridging the gap between the mystical and the natural world. by Tom Roberts, by John Martin, 4k
    old sorceress stands at the edge of a turbulent lake, its waters churning with an unseen force that stirs the misty veil clinging to her skin like a shroud of unease. the hooded figure's eyes burn with a faint, flickering light that casts eerie shadows on the surrounding trees, whose branches twist and writhe in agony as if tormented by some dark presence. crimson robes, once flowing and majestic, now hang tattered and torn, their colors muted by the oppressive atmosphere. as she raises her hands, the mist swirls around her with an unwholesome malevolence, coalescing into grotesque shapes that seem to be drawn to her outstretched palms like dark magnets. the air is heavy with a sense of foreboding and dread, as if the very fabric of reality is about to tear apart under the weight of some ancient, malevolent force. moss, (rain:1.5), raining, at night, moonlight, soft lights, foggy, mist, windy, (in Alphonse Mucha poster style, art nouveau, masterpiece, lithography, muted colors,:1.3) artchlr, <lora:artfullyECHELIER_SDXL_V1:0.75>, black, dark, <lora:- SDXL - vanta-black_contrast_V3.0:0.45>
    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 majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. (highres:1.4),official art, unity 8k wallpaper, ultra detailed, beautiful and aesthetic, masterpiece, best quality, realistic, (fractal art), epic scene, highres, (masterpiece), (best quality), pov from above, ([golden:red]:0.4) fur, ([heavy Chinese armor:red cape]:0.4), (one hand holding the Golden Cudgel:1.2), stomp on ground ready to fly to the top of an ancient Chinese temple ready to battle, tall ancient Chinese temple, night, night sky, (cracked ground:1.2)
    Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), sci-fi A colossal tree with a trunk as wide as a castle wall stands tall in the heart of a desolate desert, its bark twisted and grooved with the faces of ancient sages, their features worn by time and the elements, yet still exuding a deep sense of wisdom and knowledge, the faces seem to shift and change as the sun beats down upon the tree, casting long shadows across the sand, the tree's branches stretch towards the sky like withered fingers, heavy with the weight of glittering silver leaves that shimmer and dance in the faint breeze, a haven of shade beneath the tree's boughs beckons weary travelers, a tranquil oasis in the midst of the arid wasteland, where a figure sits cross-legged on a woven mat, eyes closed, face tilted upwards, drinking in the faint scent of blooming flowers that seem to emanate from the tree itself, the figure's dark hair is tied back in a simple knot, revealing a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones, their skin a warm golden brown from years spent under the desert sun, a simple white robe draped over their shoulders, billowing gently in the breeze, as the tree's faces seem to watch over the figure, their expressions softening into gentle smiles, the air is heavy with an otherworldly energy, as if the tree is a nexus, a gateway to a realm beyond the desert's burning sands. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:0.9>
    Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), epic A statuesque, raven-skinned matriarch stands at the edge of a grand, subterranean cathedral, her slender fingers grasping the delicate, gemstone-encrusted hilt of a ceremonial dagger, its blade etched with the history of her people, as she gazes upward in reverence at the breathtaking, chandelier-like spectacle of hundreds of candles suspended from the vaulted, dark stone ceiling, their warm, golden light casting an intricate, lace-like pattern of shadows across the polished, obsidian floor, while the soft, ethereal glow of luminescent mushrooms and glittering, crystalline formations embedded in the walls adds an otherworldly ambiance to the sacred space, and the matriarch's flowing, hooded white robes seem to shimmer and glow with an soft, inner light, as if infused with the essence of the utopian society she leads, her eyes shining with a deep, inner wisdom and compassion, as she prepares to perform a sacred ritual to ensure the continued prosperity and harmony of her people. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:0.8>
    (8k),best quality, (photorealistic,realistic:1.2), 1girl, solo, detailed face, standing,(hair ornament:1.35), (small breasts,breasts out:1.2), bangs, lips,1girl, (((masterpiece))), best quality, highly detailed,extremely detailed CG unity 8k wallpaper,illustration, (red eyes:1.4), pointy ears, (vampire:1.3), wet, partially submerged, necklace, hair flower, ocean, full body shot, high close up, highly detailed, center frame, sharp focus, looking at viewer,comic, ((stacked papercut art)) of "in this haunting glade, stands at the edge of a turbulent lake, its waters churning with an unseen force that stirs the misty veil clinging to her skin like a shroud of unease. the hooded figure's eyes burn with a faint, flickering light that casts eerie shadows on the surrounding trees, whose branches twist and writhe in agony as if tormented by some dark presence. crimson robes, once flowing and majestic, now hang tattered and torn, their colors muted by the oppressive atmosphere. as she raises her hands, the mist swirls around her with an unwholesome malevolence, coalescing into grotesque shapes that seem to be drawn to her outstretched palms like dark magnets. the air is heavy with a sense of foreboding and dread, as if the very fabric of reality is about to tear apart under the weight of some ancient, malevolent force." . 3d, layered, (vibrant contrasting colors), dimensional, depth, precision cut, stacked layers, papercut, (high contrast)
    <lora:pins2:1> illustration art, man, masterpiece, best quality, realistic, dramatic lighting, atmospheric, intricate detail, A n ethereal warlord, celestial figure with deep, rich galaxy stars skin, long floating wavy hair, radiant nebular hair, munsell_purple hair, glowing blue eyes, and a commanding yet serene expression, standing against a backdrop of a star-filled sky and a luminous full moon encircled by a glowing halo. His attire is mesmerizing and elaboratea€”a flowing, ethereal robe made of shimmering fabrics that seem to shift between shades of silver, white, and deep celestial blue. The robe is adorned with intricate starry patterns and luminescent embroidery resembling constellations, cascading elegantly down his form. He wears layers of delicate silver jewelry, including necklaces, earrings, and bracelets, all embedded with glowing gemstones that sparkle like captured starlight. The overall effect is otherworldly and regal, with an aura of calm yet powerful celestial energy.
    A majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. (highres:1.4),official art, unity 8k wallpaper, ultra detailed, beautiful and aesthetic, masterpiece, best quality, realistic, (fractal art), epic scene, highres, (masterpiece), (best quality), pov from above, ([golden:red]:0.4) fur, ([heavy Chinese armor:red cape]:0.4), (one hand holding the Golden Cudgel:1.2), stomp on ground ready to fly to the top of an ancient Chinese temple ready to battle, tall ancient Chinese temple, night, night sky, (cracked ground:1.2)
    A majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. The mood is one of quiet power and anticipation, as the polar bear's gaze suggests he's on the precipice of a significant magical endeavor. The scene exudes a sense of tranquil solitude, with the polar bear's presence bridging the gap between the mystical and the natural world. by Tom Roberts, by John Martin, 4k
    A majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. (highres:1.4),official art, unity 8k wallpaper, ultra detailed, beautiful and aesthetic, masterpiece, best quality, realistic, (fractal art), epic scene, highres, (masterpiece), (best quality), pov from above, ([golden:red]:0.4) fur, ([heavy Chinese armor:red cape]:0.4), (one hand holding the Golden Cudgel:1.2), stomp on ground ready to fly to the top of an ancient Chinese temple ready to battle, tall ancient Chinese temple, night, night sky, (cracked ground:1.2)
    Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), fantasy A humanoid figure with iridescent blue-green skin and flowing silver hair stands at the center of a glowing, crystalline bridge that stretches between two massive, swirling stars, the bridge's surface etched with intricate, pulsing circuits that reflect the colors of the surrounding cosmos, as the figure, dressed in a flowing white robe with circuit-like patterns embroidered along the hem, reaches out a hand to touch the bridge's railing, which shimmers with a soft, ethereal light, while beneath the bridge, a vast, digital ocean undulates with waves of code that resemble shimmering, liquid silver, and the remnants of an ancient, lost civilization can be seen in the distance, with crumbling, overgrown spires and temples that seem to be slowly being reclaimed by the digital sea, as schools of bioluminescent, fish-like creatures dart through the code-waves, leaving trails of glittering, starlight-like sparks in their wake, and the stars above, two massive, blazing orbs of blue and orange, cast a warm, otherworldly glow over the entire scene, illuminating the figure and the bridge in a soft, celestial light. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:1.2>
    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 majestic plump polar bear mage standing regally outside a solitary tree at the brink of nightfall. His fur, an ethereal white canvas, is intricately detailed with shimmering frost that clings to each strand, reflecting the moon's soft glow. The mage is adorned in flowing, midnight-blue mage robes, adorned with arcane symbols woven in silver threads that seem to dance as they catch the light. His paws, tipped with sharp, crystalline claws, are folded into human-like fingers, and within one, he gently cradles an ancient, glowing tome. The background is a serene blend of deep blues and purples, with distant stars peeking through the canopy of a frost-covered forest. The polar bear's piercing eyes, a vibrant shade of cerulean, hold a wisdom beyond his animalistic visage. The tree behind him stands tall and proud, its branches heavy with snow and icicles, casting an eerie shadow upon the pristine ground. (highres:1.4),official art, unity 8k wallpaper, ultra detailed, beautiful and aesthetic, masterpiece, best quality, realistic, (fractal art), epic scene, highres, (masterpiece), (best quality), pov from above, ([golden:red]:0.4) fur, ([heavy Chinese armor:red cape]:0.4), (one hand holding the Golden Cudgel:1.2), stomp on ground ready to fly to the top of an ancient Chinese temple ready to battle, tall ancient Chinese temple, night, night sky, (cracked ground:1.2)
    A humanoid figure with an androgynous appearance stands amidst a vibrant cityscape made entirely of rainbow-colored sherbet blocks, each one perfectly uniform and reflecting light in every direction, with towering structures that seem to defy gravity as they twist and curve like sugar glass, their rooftops disappearing into swirling vortexes of pastel hues, while the figure's slender frame is clad in iridescent robes that shimmer and change color with every movement, its face a perfect oval with high cheekbones and full lips painted in shades of bright pink and orange, which seem to be curled into an enigmatic smile as it gazes upon a glowing crystal ball suspended above its head, the orb pulsating with an inner light that appears to be pulling the very fabric of space-time towards it, while behind the figure a swirling portal materializes and dematerializes in rapid succession, hinting at the wizard's ability to traverse dimensions through the power of their crystal ball.
    old sorceress stands at the edge of a turbulent lake, its waters churning with an unseen force that stirs the misty veil clinging to her skin like a shroud of unease. the hooded figure's eyes burn with a faint, flickering light that casts eerie shadows on the surrounding trees, whose branches twist and writhe in agony as if tormented by some dark presence. crimson robes, once flowing and majestic, now hang tattered and torn, their colors muted by the oppressive atmosphere. as she raises her hands, the mist swirls around her with an unwholesome malevolence, coalescing into grotesque shapes that seem to be drawn to her outstretched palms like dark magnets. the air is heavy with a sense of foreboding and dread, as if the very fabric of reality is about to tear apart under the weight of some ancient, malevolent force. moss, (rain:1.5), raining, at night, moonlight, soft lights, foggy, mist, windy, (in Alphonse Mucha poster style, art nouveau, masterpiece, lithography, muted colors,:1.3) artchlr, <lora:artfullyECHELIER_SDXL_V1:0.75>, black, dark, <lora:- SDXL - vanta-black_contrast_V3.0:0.45>
    Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), fantasy A hooded figure with sunken eyes and pale skin stands at the center of a vibrant tapestry, their dark robes tattered and worn from years of traversing the realms of the mind. The figure's face is gaunt, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin, and their hair is a wild tangle of black locks that seem to writhe like living vines around their skull. As they gaze out into the distance, a faint glow emanates from within their chest, pulsing with an ethereal energy that seems to be drawing in the lost souls that surround them. The tapestry itself appears to be woven from threads of shimmering silver and gold, and it is upon this fabric that the figure stands, as if they are a manifestation of its very essence. Behind them, a procession of ghostly figures marches through the shadows, their eyes fixed on the figure with a mixture of longing and despair, their forms blurring and shifting as they move. The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly power, and the ground beneath their feet appears to be made of a substance that looks like liquid moonlight, which ripples and flows like a dark river as the figure moves. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:0.9>
    Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), sci-fi A hooded figure with tattered, earth-toned robes kneels at the edge of a vast, arid desert, their face obscured by the shadows of their hood as unseen hands, seemingly their own, carve a cryptic message in the sand, the letters slowly being erased by the gentle breeze that stirs the dunes, lost letters floating away like autumn leaves, while the figure's own hands appear to be bound behind their back by frayed, leather straps, a look of intense focus etched on their hidden face, the air thick with an otherworldly energy, the sky above a deep, burning crimson, as if the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, yet the light remains, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape, the only sound the soft whisper of the wind and the faint scratching of the unseen hands as they continue to carve their mysterious message. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:1.2>

      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