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    dreamscape gothic style horror-themed landscape shot with (A mist-covered marshland where twisted trees reach out like skeletal fingers towards the sky. Will-o'-the-wisps lead travelers astray, while the croak of frogs and the distant howl of wolves create an atmosphere of foreboding. A solitary hut sits on the edge of the marsh, its windows aglow with an otherworldly light.), <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.8>, <lora:add-detail-xl:1>, <lora:Gustave Dore Style:1.3> gustave dor style, painting, , evil night. Scenic, outdoors, grand, beautiful . eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed . dark, mysterious, haunting, dramatic, ornate, detailed . surreal, ethereal, dreamy, mysterious, fantasy, highly detailed
    ilya repin, painting, desolate swamp, twisted trees, murky water, eerie stillness, flickering will-o'-wisps, sunken ruins, frogs croaking, distant growls, thick fog hanging low, decaying bridges
    The hands and feet of the Deep Ones are webbed, their fingers and toes ending in sharp, claw-like nails. Their limbs, though short and stocky, are immensely powerful, capable of swimming with terrifying speed and strength. Their bodies are covered in scales that offer protection, adding to their already formidable presence. From their hunched backs sprout vestigial fins, remnants of their purely aquatic ancestry, which twitch and ripple with each movement. Their voices are guttural and wet, a mix of croaks and gurgles that sound like the distant echoes of some deep-sea creature. The stench of saltwater and decay clings to them, a constant reminder of their origins in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean.
    andreas achenbach, painting, desolate swamp, twisted trees, murky water, eerie stillness, flickering will-o'-wisps, sunken ruins, frogs croaking, distant growls, thick fog hanging low, decaying bridges
    The hands and feet of the Deep Ones are webbed, their fingers and toes ending in sharp, claw-like nails. Their limbs, though short and stocky, are immensely powerful, capable of swimming with terrifying speed and strength. Their bodies are covered in scales that offer protection, adding to their already formidable presence. From their hunched backs sprout vestigial fins, remnants of their purely aquatic ancestry, which twitch and ripple with each movement. Their voices are guttural and wet, a mix of croaks and gurgles that sound like the distant echoes of some deep-sea creature. The stench of saltwater and decay clings to them, a constant reminder of their origins in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean.
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 'Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never- nevermore'." But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!
    charles-francois daubigny, painting, desolate swamp, twisted trees, murky water, eerie stillness, flickering will-o'-wisps, sunken ruins, frogs croaking, distant growls, thick fog hanging low, decaying bridges
    The hands and feet of the Deep Ones are webbed, their fingers and toes ending in sharp, claw-like nails. Their limbs, though short and stocky, are immensely powerful, capable of swimming with terrifying speed and strength. Their bodies are covered in scales that offer protection, adding to their already formidable presence. From their hunched backs sprout vestigial fins, remnants of their purely aquatic ancestry, which twitch and ripple with each movement. Their voices are guttural and wet, a mix of croaks and gurgles that sound like the distant echoes of some deep-sea creature. The stench of saltwater and decay clings to them, a constant reminder of their origins in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean.
    The hands and feet of the Deep Ones are webbed, their fingers and toes ending in sharp, claw-like nails. Their limbs, though short and stocky, are immensely powerful, capable of swimming with terrifying speed and strength. Their bodies are covered in scales that offer protection, adding to their already formidable presence. From their hunched backs sprout vestigial fins, remnants of their purely aquatic ancestry, which twitch and ripple with each movement. Their voices are guttural and wet, a mix of croaks and gurgles that sound like the distant echoes of some deep-sea creature. The stench of saltwater and decay clings to them, a constant reminder of their origins in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean.
    The hands and feet of the Deep Ones are webbed, their fingers and toes ending in sharp, claw-like nails. Their limbs, though short and stocky, are immensely powerful, capable of swimming with terrifying speed and strength. Their bodies are covered in scales that offer protection, adding to their already formidable presence. From their hunched backs sprout vestigial fins, remnants of their purely aquatic ancestry, which twitch and ripple with each movement. Their voices are guttural and wet, a mix of croaks and gurgles that sound like the distant echoes of some deep-sea creature. The stench of saltwater and decay clings to them, a constant reminder of their origins in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean.
    The forest was colossal, misty, and primal. Its canopy was competed for by pine, hazel, and buxus, who permitted ample, shimmering lights to descend for scattered mushrooms to flourish in the crunchy layer of leaves below. Quiet branches dangled from most trees, and a range of flowers, which were found in the most quiet places, added colorful variety to the otherwise monotone backdrop. A discord of wild sounds, most of which were rummaging critters, resonated through the air, and were out of sync with the croaks of frogs in the nearby ponds.
    dreamscape gothic style horror-themed landscape shot with (A mist-covered marshland where twisted trees reach out like skeletal fingers towards the sky. Will-o'-the-wisps lead travelers astray, while the croak of frogs and the distant howl of wolves create an atmosphere of foreboding. A solitary hut sits on the edge of the marsh, its windows aglow with an otherworldly light.) <lora:John Constable Style:1.3> john constable style, painting, landscape, <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.8>. Scenic, outdoors, grand, beautiful . eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed . dark, mysterious, haunting, dramatic, ornate, detailed . surreal, ethereal, dreamy, mysterious, fantasy, highly detailed
    As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sky, the tranquil lake reflects the vibrant hues like a mirror. A gentle breeze ripples the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing dance of shimmering light. In the distance, tall, majestic mountains rise into the heavens, their peaks covered in a thick blanket of pristine, glistening snow. The jagged ridges form a magnificent silhouette against the fading light, almost glowing in shades of purple and blue. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming wildflowers, their vivid petals painting the meadow with a tapestry of colors. Butterflies glide gracefully from one blossom to another, their delicate wings quivering with every flutter. Bees diligently gather nectar, hovering like tiny amber-colored orbs in the air. A lone, ancient oak tree stands proudly near the lake's edge, its branches reaching out towards the sky like a welcoming embrace. The leaves, vibrant green and lustrously healthy, rustle softly in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the ground below. The tree's crooked limbs appear to tell a story of resilience and wisdom etched by the passage of time. As darkness creeps across the landscape, the first stars emerge like precious gems scattered across a velvet canopy. Their ethereal light illuminates the night, revealing the vastness of the universe. The moon, a perfectly round pearl, rises slowly above the mountains, casting a silvery glow on the water, enhancing the already breathtaking scene. Frogs croak in harmony, their melodious voices blending with the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Fireflies twinkle, creating a whimsical flicker of mesmerizing light amidst the surrounding darkness. The visually impressive scene evokes a sense of awe and wonder, captivating all who are fortunate enough to witness its ethereal beauty. The combination of nature's elements harmoniously intertwines, creating a spectacle that is both visually stunning and soul-stirring.

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