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    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.
    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.
    The skies above the war-torn hive city burned with the fury of a thousand plasma bursts, as the thunderous roar of bolter fire and the earth-shaking detonations of ordnance echoed across the blasted landscape. Amidst the maelstrom of destruction, a lone figure plummeted from the heavens, his massive, power-armored form silhouetted against the fiery backdrop. This was no mere mortal soldier, but an Astartes - a genetically-enhanced superhuman warrior of the Adeptus Astartes, the legendary Space Marines tasked with defending the Imperium of Man against the myriad horrors that lurk in the dark corners of the galaxy. With his bolt pistol gripped in one massive gauntlet and his assault cannon blazing, the Space Marine descended with the wrath of a vengeful god, raining death upon the heretical forces that sought to desecrate this hallowed ground. As he plunged towards the churning battlefield below, the Astartes warrior’s eyes narrowed with grim determination, his enhanced senses registering every detail of the unfolding carnage. With a thunderous impact, he landed amidst the enemy ranks, his armored frame weathering the explosive force as he unleashed a withering storm of bolter fire, tearing through the ranks of the foe with ruthless efficiency.
    (((VALHERO, art, painting))), An intense and gripping scene of Erik the Red, the legendary Viking explorer and warrior, standing at the heart of a ferocious skirmish on a windswept coastal plain. Clad in battered leather armor reinforced with iron plates, Erik wields a massive, bloodstained axe with both hands, its blade glinting under the pale light of a stormy sky. His red hair and beard, streaked with sweat and grime, flare like fire against the darkened horizon as he roars a battle cry that echoes across the battlefield. <lora:Heroes_of_Valhalla_SD15:1.0>
    ([by Takato Yamamoto|by Canaletto]:1.5), (The Russian Revolution, overthrowing the mighty Tsar, tumultuous, revolutionary, rages amidst the fiery flames of social upheaval. The air crackles with energy, and the roar of the tsar's fur echoes through the streets. The air is thick with smoke, and the only sound is the rustling of leaves and the clack of swords against the ground. This is Russia's revolution, a testament to the power of human ingenuity and perseverance.:0.5) (Hard science fiction:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    VALHERO, art, painting, An intense and gripping scene of Erik the Red, the legendary Viking explorer and warrior, standing at the heart of a ferocious skirmish on a windswept coastal plain. Clad in battered leather armor reinforced with iron plates, Erik wields a massive, bloodstained axe with both hands, its blade glinting under the pale light of a stormy sky. His red hair and beard, streaked with sweat and grime, flare like fire against the darkened horizon as he roars a battle cry that echoes across the battlefield. <lora:Heroes_of_Valhalla_SDXL:1.0>
    As the sun descended towards the horizon, casting a warm golden hue that mirrored off the surface of a serene lake, the hills surrounding it glowed with a kaleidoscope of colors. A gentle breeze rustled through the tall, whispering grass, creating a harmonious melody that danced alongside the melody of nature. The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of wildflowers, wafting on the wind, as if nature itself had prepared a grand bouquet. In the distance, the mighty mountains stood proudly, their majestic peaks piercing the sky. Their snow-capped crowns glistened under the waning sunlight, as if encrusted with diamonds. The mountains seemed to whisper secrets, as wisps of mist gracefully meandered around their base, caressing the green valleys that lay below. Amidst this natural symphony, a cascading waterfall stole the show. Its thunderous roar echoed through the land, drowning out all other sounds. Powerful streams of water tumbled with force, descending from great heights in majestic freefall, before crashing into a crystal-clear pool below. Shimmering droplets rose from the impact, creating a dazzling shimmer that slowly dissolved into the air. A lone oak tree stood at the edge of the waterfall, its towering branches reaching out as if in a perpetual embrace with the heavens. The leaves shimmered in the sunlight, creating an ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors that mesmerized anyone lucky enough to witness it. The tree's mighty trunk was adorned with delicate vines, draped like elegant curtains, showcasing nature's artistry. In its sheltered shade, a kaleidoscope of vibrant butterflies flitted and fluttered, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to an already magical scene. Above, the sky was awash with a palette of colors. Bands of pink, purple, and orange melted together as the sun painted its final masterpiece. As the day waned, an incredible array of stars began to emerge, twinkling like hidden treasures in the darkening sky. The soft glow of a crescent moon gradually appeared, casting a gentle radiance upon the landscape. In this awe-inspiring scene, time seemed suspended, and the world felt as though it held its breath in reverence. It was a tapestry woven by nature's hand, a symphony composed by the elements, and it evoked a sense of wonder and tranquility that could make even the most hardened soul believe in the magic of the world.
    As the sun descended towards the horizon, casting a warm golden hue that mirrored off the surface of a serene lake, the hills surrounding it glowed with a kaleidoscope of colors. A gentle breeze rustled through the tall, whispering grass, creating a harmonious melody that danced alongside the melody of nature. The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of wildflowers, wafting on the wind, as if nature itself had prepared a grand bouquet. In the distance, the mighty mountains stood proudly, their majestic peaks piercing the sky. Their snow-capped crowns glistened under the waning sunlight, as if encrusted with diamonds. The mountains seemed to whisper secrets, as wisps of mist gracefully meandered around their base, caressing the green valleys that lay below. Amidst this natural symphony, a cascading waterfall stole the show. Its thunderous roar echoed through the land, drowning out all other sounds. Powerful streams of water tumbled with force, descending from great heights in majestic freefall, before crashing into a crystal-clear pool below. Shimmering droplets rose from the impact, creating a dazzling shimmer that slowly dissolved into the air. A lone oak tree stood at the edge of the waterfall, its towering branches reaching out as if in a perpetual embrace with the heavens. The leaves shimmered in the sunlight, creating an ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors that mesmerized anyone lucky enough to witness it. The tree's mighty trunk was adorned with delicate vines, draped like elegant curtains, showcasing nature's artistry. In its sheltered shade, a kaleidoscope of vibrant butterflies flitted and fluttered, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to an already magical scene. Above, the sky was awash with a palette of colors. Bands of pink, purple, and orange melted together as the sun painted its final masterpiece. As the day waned, an incredible array of stars began to emerge, twinkling like hidden treasures in the darkening sky. The soft glow of a crescent moon gradually appeared, casting a gentle radiance upon the landscape. In this awe-inspiring scene, time seemed suspended, and the world felt as though it held its breath in reverence. It was a tapestry woven by nature's hand, a symphony composed by the elements, and it evoked a sense of wonder and tranquility that could make even the most hardened soul believe in the magic of the world.
    pixar style render, caricature, <lora:Clay Animation:1> Clay Animation page <lora:Jan Svankmajer Style:1> Jan Å vankmajer Style page High above the raging sea, the Griffin swooped down with majestic ferocity, its massive form eclipsing the sun. Talons as sharp as swords slashed through the air, tearing through the sails of ships unlucky enough to cross its path. With a deafening screech, it descended upon its prey, its lion-like roar echoing across the waves., sharp contrast, Low-Angle Shot, 24mm, f/2.8, looking at viewer, flat colors, 4k, professional, award-winning, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic lighting
    comic <lora:Dystopia:1> High above the raging sea, the Griffin swooped down with majestic ferocity, its massive form eclipsing the sun. Talons as sharp as swords slashed through the air, tearing through the sails of ships unlucky enough to cross its path. With a deafening screech, it descended upon its prey, its lion-like roar echoing across the waves., graphic illustration, comic art, graphic novel art, vibrant, highly detailed
    In the heart of an ancient Nordic tomb, a fierce warrior woman stands her ground against a massive, ancient dragon. Her long, braided hair flows behind her as she raises her hands, conjuring roaring fireballs that cast an orange glow against the icy stone walls. Dressed in intricate Nordic armor adorned with glowing runes, she channels raw magical energy, her eyes burning with determination. The dragon, a towering beast with obsidian-black scales and glowing red eyes, spreads its colossal wings, sending dust and snow cascading from the ruined ceiling. Its deep, guttural growl echoes through the tomb as molten lava drips from its maw. Ancient statues and cracked pillars crumble under the force of the battle, their engravings whispering of forgotten legends. The air is thick with the clash of fire and frost as magic and dragon's fury collide in an epic battle of will and power, the warrior refusing to back down against the beast of legend.
    Digital illustration of a purple Bugatti tearing through the Monaco highway at night, closely pursued by a squadron of police cars. The scene unfolds under the cover of darkness, with the city's luxurious lights providing a vibrant backdrop. The Bugatti's glossy purple exterior reflects the neon glows of Monaco's nightlife as it dashes past landmarks and through tunnels, its engine's roar echoing in the night. Police lights flash in a rhythmic pattern, casting a red and blue hue over the scene, adding urgency to the chase. The contrast between the high-speed luxury car and the determined law enforcement effort creates a gripping narrative of pursuit, set against the nocturnal beauty of Monaco, where the thrill of the chase amplifies the allure of the night.photorealistic, amazing quality, ultra realistic, 3D, HD, best quality, amazing quality, very aesthetic, absurdres, <lora:extremely_detailed:0.8> extremely detailed
    HarryPotterIlustration, A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    HarryPotterIlustration, A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    HarryPotterIlustration, A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    HarryPotterIlustration, A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    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.
    ([by Kawanabe Kyosai|by Christopher Balaskas]:1.5), (The Russian Revolution, overthrowing the mighty Tsar, tumultuous, revolutionary, rages amidst the fiery flames of social upheaval. The air crackles with energy, and the roar of the tsar's fur echoes through the streets. The air is thick with smoke, and the only sound is the rustling of leaves and the clack of swords against the ground. This is Russia's revolution, a testament to the power of human ingenuity and perseverance.:0.5) (Planetary adventure:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    Beneath the towering trees of an ancient jungle, a creature of myth and legend prowls through the verdant undergrowth, its serpentine form adorned with scales of shimmering gold that catch the faint rays of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. With eyes that blaze with an otherworldly glowing fire and claws that sparks like polished steel, the dragon moves with a primal grace and power that commands respect and fear in equal measure. As it surveys its domain from high above the forest floor, its roar echoes through the trees, a timeless reminder of the untamed majesty of the natural world. Will you dare to brave the depths of the jungle to encounter this ancient guardian, or will you heed the warnings of those who speak of its fearsome might
    VALHERO, art, painting, An epic depiction of Odin, the All-Father, in the heart of a raging battle, his one eye blazing with wisdom and fury as he wields his spear, Gungnir, with divine precision. Clad in dark, rune-etched armor and a flowing cloak of raven feathers, Odin stands as a towering figure of command amidst the chaos. His presence is otherworldly, the air around him crackling with the energy of ancient magic as he fights alongside his Einherjar warriors. The battlefield is a tempest of violence—clashing steel, roaring flames, and the screams of combatants fill the air as Odin strides through the carnage. With a swift thrust of Gungnir, he pierces through enemy lines, the spear glowing with the power of fate, never missing its mark. Around him, his ravens Huginn and Muninn circle overhead, their caws echoing like omens of death, while wolves Geri and Freki prowl at his side, lunging at foes with savage precision. Above, the storm-darkened sky churns with lightning and the faint shimmer of Valhalla’s golden halls, casting a haunting glow over the battlefield. Odin’s voice, deep and commanding, booms over the chaos as he calls his warriors to push forward, his presence inspiring courage and fear in equal measure. <lora:Heroes_of_Valhalla_SDXL:1.0>
    Beneath the towering trees of an ancient jungle, a creature of myth and legend prowls through the verdant undergrowth, its serpentine form adorned with scales of shimmering gold that catch the faint rays of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. With eyes that blaze with an otherworldly glowing fire and claws that sparks like polished steel, the dragon moves with a primal grace and power that commands respect and fear in equal measure. As it surveys its domain from high above the forest floor, its roar echoes through the trees, a timeless reminder of the untamed majesty of the natural world. Will you dare to brave the depths of the jungle to encounter this ancient guardian, or will you heed the warnings of those who speak of its fearsome might
    ((artistic aesthetic candid shots photographed by pro photographer, shot by original Polaroid optical Camera [Refractive macrophotograph:1.7] in telephoto metalens of)), [[[[ Anime, Surrounded by the burning ruins of Shiganshina, Eren Yeager's Titan form engages the Armored Titan. Their mighty roars echo, and walls crumble beneath their blows. The contrast between Eren's burning desire for freedom and the Armored Titan's cold, implacable mission is palpable as steam and sparks fill the war-torn skies. ]]]:5.0] , coy sweet look, cute delicate facial traits, nivea,ancient elegant , respectfull ancient housewife, romance, pale eyes, old memory, nostalgia, golden hour skin tone, super windy, lens flare, atmospheric phenomena, As smooth as satin, fresh and white Firm breast, [(tiny: 1.6) Breast red-tipped]; Alluring Breast taut, dark gradient spot, fuzzy, timelapse, vinilic clay space, spotless mind, BBB, Teuven, Belgie, Slenaken, Messalla and Salinator, 2000 AD, thriller storm, with multifocal 300mm, conceptual , hurricane,glown firefly braid ropes, contorted, wanderer, artistic interpretation, pardon, abandon, Subjective Refraction, busto, malacard, shot in IMAX, cosy, optography phoropter<lora:wegg:1.0>
    In the heart of an ancient Nordic tomb, a fierce warrior woman stands her ground against a massive, ancient dragon. Her long, braided hair flows behind her as she raises her hands, conjuring roaring fireballs that cast an orange glow against the icy stone walls. Dressed in intricate Nordic armor adorned with glowing runes, she channels raw magical energy, her eyes burning with determination. The dragon, a towering beast with obsidian-black scales and glowing red eyes, spreads its colossal wings, sending dust and snow cascading from the ruined ceiling. Its deep, guttural growl echoes through the tomb as molten lava drips from its maw. Ancient statues and cracked pillars crumble under the force of the battle, their engravings whispering of forgotten legends. The air is thick with the clash of fire and frost as magic and dragon's fury collide in an epic battle of will and power, the warrior refusing to back down against the beast of legend.
    In the heart of an ancient Nordic tomb, a fierce warrior woman stands her ground against a massive, ancient dragon. Her long, braided hair flows behind her as she raises her hands, conjuring roaring fireballs that cast an orange glow against the icy stone walls. Dressed in intricate Nordic armor adorned with glowing runes, she channels raw magical energy, her eyes burning with determination. The dragon, a towering beast with obsidian-black scales and glowing red eyes, spreads its colossal wings, sending dust and snow cascading from the ruined ceiling. Its deep, guttural growl echoes through the tomb as molten lava drips from its maw. Ancient statues and cracked pillars crumble under the force of the battle, their engravings whispering of forgotten legends. The air is thick with the clash of fire and frost as magic and dragon's fury collide in an epic battle of will and power, the warrior refusing to back down against the beast of legend.
    A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    A dazzling fluffy female Shih Tzu takes center stage, captivating a sold-out stadium crowd. Adorned in a glamorous knee-length gown crafted from shimmering purple satin, she pairs it with a luxurious matching purple fur coat, exuding elegance and star power. Clutching a microphone with confidence, her tiny paws command the spotlight as she delivers a show-stopping performance. The audience roars with excitement, their cheers echoing through the massive venue, as this four-legged diva proves she's a true headliner. Her radiant presence and impeccable style make this a concert experience no one will ever forget.
    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 the heart of an ancient Nordic tomb, a fierce warrior woman stands her ground against a massive, ancient dragon. Her long, braided hair flows behind her as she raises her hands, conjuring roaring fireballs that cast an orange glow against the icy stone walls. Dressed in intricate Nordic armor adorned with glowing runes, she channels raw magical energy, her eyes burning with determination. The dragon, a towering beast with obsidian-black scales and glowing red eyes, spreads its colossal wings, sending dust and snow cascading from the ruined ceiling. Its deep, guttural growl echoes through the tomb as molten lava drips from its maw. Ancient statues and cracked pillars crumble under the force of the battle, their engravings whispering of forgotten legends. The air is thick with the clash of fire and frost as magic and dragon's fury collide in an epic battle of will and power, the warrior refusing to back down against the beast of legend.
    As the sun descended towards the horizon, casting a warm golden hue that mirrored off the surface of a serene lake, the hills surrounding it glowed with a kaleidoscope of colors. A gentle breeze rustled through the tall, whispering grass, creating a harmonious melody that danced alongside the melody of nature. The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of wildflowers, wafting on the wind, as if nature itself had prepared a grand bouquet. In the distance, the mighty mountains stood proudly, their majestic peaks piercing the sky. Their snow-capped crowns glistened under the waning sunlight, as if encrusted with diamonds. The mountains seemed to whisper secrets, as wisps of mist gracefully meandered around their base, caressing the green valleys that lay below. Amidst this natural symphony, a cascading waterfall stole the show. Its thunderous roar echoed through the land, drowning out all other sounds. Powerful streams of water tumbled with force, descending from great heights in majestic freefall, before crashing into a crystal-clear pool below. Shimmering droplets rose from the impact, creating a dazzling shimmer that slowly dissolved into the air. A lone oak tree stood at the edge of the waterfall, its towering branches reaching out as if in a perpetual embrace with the heavens. The leaves shimmered in the sunlight, creating an ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors that mesmerized anyone lucky enough to witness it. The tree's mighty trunk was adorned with delicate vines, draped like elegant curtains, showcasing nature's artistry. In its sheltered shade, a kaleidoscope of vibrant butterflies flitted and fluttered, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to an already magical scene. Above, the sky was awash with a palette of colors. Bands of pink, purple, and orange melted together as the sun painted its final masterpiece. As the day waned, an incredible array of stars began to emerge, twinkling like hidden treasures in the darkening sky. The soft glow of a crescent moon gradually appeared, casting a gentle radiance upon the landscape. In this awe-inspiring scene, time seemed suspended, and the world felt as though it held its breath in reverence. It was a tapestry woven by nature's hand, a symphony composed by the elements, and it evoked a sense of wonder and tranquility that could make even the most hardened soul believe in the magic of the world.

      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