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    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    One moon with alteration slow had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night And still these two were postured motionless Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern The frozen God still couchant on the earth And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes and saw his kingdom gone And all the gloom and sorrow of the place And that fair kneeling Goddess and then spake As with a palsied tongue and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr
    ([by Arnold Newman|by ROA]:1.5), (In the depths of space, an Alien invasion looms, extraterrestrial forces descending upon the earth with unknown intentions, their arrival heralding a new era of uncertainty and fear.:0.5) (Art Nouveau fantasy:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    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.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
    ([by Buckminster Fuller|by Santiago Calatrava]:1.5), (Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future.:0.5) (Fighting game style:1.3)
    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.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    of ((Towering crystalline spires, reaching skyward with intricate formations and refracting light into a kaleidoscope of shimmering colors):1.1), ((Stellar observatories, towering constructs that house celestial telescopes and instruments, allowing alien beings to gaze into the cosmos and unravel the mysteries of the universe):.75), ((Glowing moss carpets that cover the ground, their phosphorescent tendrils creating a carpet of radiant green, transforming the landscape into an otherworldly luminescent wonderland):.9), ((Swirling gases of iridescent hues create an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of colors, painting the alien sky with a mesmerizing display of ethereal beauty):.9), ((Torrential downpours of liquid silver that cascade from the skies, coating the ground in a reflective sheen and casting an otherworldly glow across the alien landscape):.9), ((Radiant plasma storms that illuminate the sky with pulsating waves of brilliant, electrifying light, painting the atmosphere in vivid hues that defy earthly comprehension):.8), ((A sky adorned with swirling nebulas, their gaseous tendrils reaching out like celestial fingers, casting an ethereal glow of rich magentas, electric blues, and radiant golds upon the alien world):.9), (masterpiece:1.2, best quality), rule of thirds, golden ration, cinematic,, Realism, Ambient Occlusion, Volumetric Lighting, Volumetric Light, Volumetric, Natural Lighting, super resolution, ultra hd, megapixel, landscape, outdoors, high details, detailed and intricate, intricate details, high intricate details, absurd amount of details, Extreme Wide Shot, "Futuristic, Sci-fi, Sleek, Cutting-edge", "Retrofuturistic, Steampunk, Nostalgic, Futuristic elements with vintage vibes"
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where the inky blackness of space danced with myriad constellations, a radiant star known as Sol gracefully illuminated a small blue-green orb called Earth. As daylight gradually embraced the planet's surface, the iridescent hues of sunrise cascaded across the rugged terrain of an otherworldly landscape. High amidst towering metallic spires, nestled within the heart of a colossal city, teemed a bustling metropolis named Nova Metropia. The vibrant cityscape pulsated with electrifying energy, its atmosphere crackling with the innovation and technological marvels of a civilization far beyond the grasp of current human comprehension. Towering skyscrapers kissed the heavens, their faades adorned with holographic projections and shimmering vermilion advertisements, casting ephemeral hues that illuminated the thoroughfares below. Hovering vehicles, sleek and agile, swarmed the bustling skies, maneuvering effortlessly through meticulously crafted air lanes, while commuters traversed labyrinthine walkways, their faces obscured by augmented reality visors projected upon sleek, chromatic headsets. Merging seamlessly with their synthetic devices, citizens accessed shared neural networks, supercharging their cognitive abilities and augmenting the very fabric of their beings. Traversing a network of gleaming monorails, which hummed with a barely perceivable energy, a lone figure stood at the center of a bustling platform. Clad in a form-fitting, luminescent jumpsuit that mirrored the ever-changing hues of the city, their gaze pierced through the relentless movement of the metropolis, unveiling a captivating combination of curiosity and determination in their eyes. The air thrummed with an anticipatory pulsation, a palpable sense that a pivotal moment was about to unfold. The leviathan clock, adorning the central plaza, struck an invisible chord, resonating through the very core of the city. The denizens of Nova Metropia paused in unison amidst their relentless pursuits, their gazes shifting upwards to the vast expanse of the azure sky. As the first light of day tainted the heavens with a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of color, a colossal spacecraft descended from the stars, buoyed by an ethereal thrumming. Its majestic form eclipsed the sun, casting a temporary eclipse upon the rapidly rousing city below. The spacecraft's sleek contours defied both earthly gravity and human comprehension, bearing testament to a technological prowess beyond imagination. Commotion rippled like waves through the platform, whispers of awe swept across the masses as the vessel touched down upon the landing pad, stirring the air with the tremor of its arrival. A hatch slowly materialized, hissing with the venting of pressurized gases. The figure, filled with a mystical magnetism, embarked towards the spacecraft's threshold, venturing into the unknown. With bated breath, the inhabitants of Nova Metropia collectively braced for the dawn of a new era. A chorus of hope and trepidation echoed through the streets, as humanity, on the precipice of unparalleled discovery, prepared to embrace their cosmic destiny. The stars aligned, and a tale of cosmic odyssey began, etching its mark upon the annals of time.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting its brilliant hues across the vast expanse of the sky, a magical transformation began to unfold before their eyes. The last slivers of light scattered across the darkening landscape, igniting the world in a kaleidoscope of fiery colors. The sky transformed into a canvas, painted with breathtaking strokes of crimson, vermillion, and tangerine, blending seamlessly with the deepening hues of violet and indigo. A soft breeze danced through the air, rustling the leaves of swaying trees, as if they were murmuring secrets only known to nature itself. The world seemed to hold its breath as the air grew heavy with anticipation, subtly hinting at the wonders about to be unveiled. In the distance, jagged cliffs pierced the horizon, their rugged silhouettes standing as guardians of an ancient realm. Suspended high above the cliffs, a majestic waterfall cascaded down, creating a symphony of roaring water plunging into a rippling pool below. The mist from the waterfall, illuminated by the dying light, rose like ethereal spirits, their shimmering particles infused with the colors of the setting sun. As the scene unfolded, the flora awakened in all its glory. Vibrant wildflowers, their petals unfurling in delicate layers, formed a carpet of hues that stretched as far as the eye could see. Each blossom seemed to emit a soft, radiant glow, as if they absorbed the very essence of the dusk. In the midst of this enchanting landscape, an ancient abandoned temple emerged, its weather-worn stones whispering tales from a time long forgotten. Here, history unfurled like an ancient scroll, guarded by the walls that had witnessed countless sunsets and reverberated with whispers of forgotten prayers. As day turned to dusk, stars began to emerge, shining like diamonds scattered across an endless onyx canopy. A full moon, glowing with ethereal luminescence, cast its silvery light upon the scene, enchanting both earth and sky in its radiant embrace. It was in this awe-inspiring scene, where nature's beauty and human history intermingled, that one could feel the weight of the world lifted, and find solace beneath the vast expanse of the cosmos. For in this moment, the universe unveiled its wonders, reminding humanity of its infinitesimal place within the grand tapestry of existence.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by gustave moreau
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    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.
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon with alteration slow had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night And still these two were postured motionless Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern The frozen God still couchant on the earth And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes and saw his kingdom gone And all the gloom and sorrow of the place And that fair kneeling Goddess and then spake As with a palsied tongue and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    A mystical pygmy owl, feathers shimmering in galaxy hues, clutches a vibrant Earth in its claws. Its core pulses with an eerie rainbow light, casting a haunting glow upon its piercing eyes, which pierce the surrounding darkness. Stardust and cosmic lights swirl in a perfect dance around it, while a subtle fog adds an otherworldly texture against a space background. Dynamic lighting enhances the galaxy's shimmer against its matte plumage. HDR rendering reveals intricate feather details, achieving perfection in reflections within its gaze. Soft shadows deepen the scene, as the celestial glow casts a gradient shadow, framed by a vignette that draws focus to the owl's luminous chest and entrancing stare, evoking a surreal realism, a perfect harmony of light and shadow. Settings: Ultra-high detail; light diffusion 0.4; glow intensity 0.75; contrast 1.3; particle density 0.6; vignette 0.45; shadow gradient 0.5; edge glow 0.8; fog density 0.3; HDR max; blur radius 0.1; ambient occlusion 0.5. Overall weight: 1.1 for vibrancy, 0.9 for shadow consistency, achieving a style of perfection.
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon with alteration slow had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night And still these two were postured motionless Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern The frozen God still couchant on the earth And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes and saw his kingdom gone And all the gloom and sorrow of the place And that fair kneeling Goddess and then spake As with a palsied tongue and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    ([by Buckminster Fuller|by Santiago Calatrava]:1.5), (Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future.:0.5) (Fighting game style:1.3)
    ([by Buckminster Fuller|by Santiago Calatrava]:1.5), (Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future.:0.5) (Fighting game style:1.3)
    (Extreme Professional 3D rendering:1.3) of (Technical illustration:1.3) of ((Bioluminescent plains, where the ground shimmers with living light, as if the very earth beneath your feet is alive and pulsating with energy):1.1), ((Stellar observatories, towering constructs that house celestial telescopes and instruments, allowing alien beings to gaze into the cosmos and unravel the mysteries of the universe):.75), ((Tentacle-like vines that hang from towering trees, each adorned with bioluminescent nodes that pulsate with energy, casting an eerie yet captivating illumination):.9), ((Luminous energy currents that traverse the atmosphere, weaving intricate patterns of radiant light, as if the very air is alive with energetic streams that pulse and dance.):.9), ((Luminous fog banks that blanket the land, emanating a gentle, ethereal glow that veils the surroundings in an enchanting, mysterious ambiance):.9), ((Nebulous auroras that dance across the atmosphere, their ethereal veils of multicolored lights twisting and swirling, casting an enchanting radiance upon the alien world):.8), ((A sky of perpetual twilight, where a soft, pale lilac glow bathes the landscape, as if the very atmosphere holds a delicate, everlasting twilight, casting mysterious shadows and a sense of tranquil beauty):.9), (masterpiece:1.2, best quality), rule of thirds, golden ration, cinematic, Realism, Ambient Occlusion, Volumetric Lighting, Volumetric Light, Volumetric, Natural Lighting, super resolution, ultra hd, megapixel, landscape, outdoors, high details, detailed and intricate, intricate details, high intricate details, absurd amount of details, Extreme Wide Shot, "Futuristic, Sci-fi, Sleek, Cutting-edge", "Retrofuturistic, Steampunk, Nostalgic, Futuristic elements with vintage vibes",(by Artist Jim Burns:1.3),(by Artist Arthur Adams:1.3),CGSociety,ArtStation
    ([by Buckminster Fuller|by Santiago Calatrava]:1.5), (Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future.:0.5) (Fighting game style:1.3)
    A surreal and enchanting scene, capturing the essence of a faery realm where the fundamental forces of nature - gentle breeze, raging flames, flowing water, and solid earth - coexist in perfect harmony. At the center of the composition, a radiant faery stands tall, her delicate wings spread wide, emanating an aura of ethereal grace and mesmerizing beauty. Her body seems to glow with an inner light, casting a warm and comforting glow upon the surroundings. The gentle breeze caresses her face, causing her long, flowing hair to dance playfully around her slender form.
    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.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    ((masterpiece, best quality)),(complex light), On the battlefield, under an overcast sky, two colossal armies confront each other. Their banners wave with dark symbols and their armor reflects the light of the torches. The air is charged with tension and magic, and shadows lengthen over the blood-soaked earth. At the center of the conflict, a sorcerer raises his scepter, calling upon ancient powers as the warriors fight for victory or doom.
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    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.
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    In the heart of the forest, where sunlight filters through the canopy, a young girl walks with an ethereal grace, her footsteps echoing softly amidst the rustling leaves and bird song. She is more than just a mere traveler; she is a guardian of the woods, deeply connected to the natural world around her. In this captivating scene, the girl is depicted walking along a winding forest path, her flowing garments blending seamlessly with the verdant surroundings. Her hair, like tendrils of ivy, cascades down her back, adorned with delicate flowers and leaves that seem to bloom in harmony with the forest itself. The girl's eyes reflect the tranquility of the woodland glade, their gaze filled with a sense of wonder and reverence for the beauty that surrounds her. With each step, she is enveloped by the gentle embrace of nature, as if the very earth beneath her feet pulses with life and energy. Soft, dappled sunlight filters through the dense foliage above, casting a warm, golden glow upon the forest floor. The air is alive with the scent of pine and earth, as the girl's senses are awakened to the sights, sounds, and smells of the forest. As she walks, the girl reaches out to touch the leaves and branches that brush against her skin, her connection to the natural world deepening with each passing moment. She is not merely a visitor to this enchanted realm; she is a part of it, bound to its rhythms and cycles in ways that transcend mere words.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by gustave moreau
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr
    ([by Go Nagai|by Floris Arntzenius]:1.5), (Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future.:0.5) (Pixel-art:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    One moon with alteration slow had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night And still these two were postured motionless Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern The frozen God still couchant on the earth And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes and saw his kingdom gone And all the gloom and sorrow of the place And that fair kneeling Goddess and then spake As with a palsied tongue and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by hans holbein, classic art, renaissance
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon with alteration slow had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night And still these two were postured motionless Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern The frozen God still couchant on the earth And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes and saw his kingdom gone And all the gloom and sorrow of the place And that fair kneeling Goddess and then spake As with a palsied tongue and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    (Soft Lighting Photography by Mimoza Veliu and Mario Giacomelli:1.2), Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, underexposure, 1 girl, cinematic light epic shot action pose beautiful model with half computer code body and half human in a combat zone,, Upon the rust-gray plains, Terraforming of the Moon unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori
    Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently- Gleams up the pinnacles far and free- Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls- Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls- Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers- Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass- No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea- No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave- there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide- As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low- And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    The sun begins its descent, casting a golden glow upon the horizon, as if nature itself is preparing for a grand spectacle. Wispy clouds stretch across the sky, taking on hues of pink, orange, and violet, as if painted by a master artist. The air feels alive with anticipation, an electric energy pulsating through every breath. As the sun slips further below the horizon, darkness slowly envelopes the landscape. The stars, untouched by light pollution, emerge one by one, forming a glittering tapestry against the vast canvas of the night sky. They twinkle in harmony, like celestial beings whispering secrets in a language only the universe understands. In the distance, a majestic mountainscape rises, towering over the earth below. The peaks, kissed by snow, reflect the remaining light as if they are adorned with diamonds. The valleys, cloaked in a velvety darkness, are home to secrets yet to be discovered. A winding river meanders peacefully through the rugged terrain, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moon. A cascade of water falls gracefully down a cliff, its silver strands dancing with joy, creating an enchanting melody that resonates through the air. The mist created by its descent shimmers like a mystical veil, lending an air of magic to the scene. Rainbows form as light passes through the droplets, forming vivid arcs that hover in the air, momentarily transcending the boundary between reality and dreams. A lone tree stands proudly amidst the expanse, its branches stretching skyward in a delicate dance of life and resilience. Its leaves sway gently with the soft breeze, rustling like a symphony of whispers. The tree's silhouette casts an intricate pattern on the ground, further accentuating its majestic presence. The scene is completed by a floral carpet, where blooms of vibrant colors burst forth in a riot of nature's artistry. Exotic blossoms release intoxicating scents that perfume the air, inviting any wanderer closer to revel in their splendor. Vibrant butterflies flit gracefully from one petal to another, creating a mesmerizing ballet of colors. This visually stunning scene, bathed in celestial light and earthly enchantment, evokes feelings of awe and wonder. It is a reminder of the extraordinary beauty that resides in the world, a testament to the boundless creativity of nature. It is a scene that lingers in the mind, an image that captures the heart, leaving an indelible imprint upon the soul.
    Title: 'Twilight Blossom: The Enigmatic Radiance' Introduction: In the lush depths of an uncharted rainforest, a remarkable and enigmatic plant thrives, casting a sense of wonder upon all who encounter it. Known as the 'Twilight Blossom,' this extraordinary flora enthralls with its unique physical attributes, captivating observers with both its ethereal beauty and perplexing biological adaptations. Physical Attributes: 1. Luminescent Splendor: The Twilight Blossom possesses a natural radiance unlike any other plant. Emitting a soothing glow during the twilight hours, its slender, translucent petals shimmer with a soft ambience akin to that of moonlight. This phantasmal luminescence brings an otherworldly charm to the surrounding environment, almost reminiscent of a celestial presence. 2. Mesmerizing Color Spectrum: The petals of the Twilight Blossom are no ordinary hues. They transform gracefully as daylight fades. Starting as a pristine white, they seamlessly transition into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, shifting from molten gold, serene lavender, and delicate cerulean, before settling into an enchanting midnight blue as night claims the land. Witnessing this spectral transformation is like experiencing nature's very own color symphony. 3. Aerial Dexterity: Unlike traditional plants, the Twilight Blossom is not rooted to the earth. It defies conventional notions of growth by gracefully suspending itself in the air. Delicate tendrils emerge from its center, dramatically arcing upwards, where they carefully attach themselves to ancient tree branches or rock formations. This remarkable adaptation bestows upon the plant a sense of elegance and ethereal gracefulness. 4. Unrivaled Resilience: The longevity and resilience of the Twilight Blossom stands as a testament to its evolutionary prowess. Equipped with an intricate network of underground root-like filaments, this plant is invincible against droughts and perilous weather conditions. These resilient extensions absorb nourishment from the forest floor, granting the Twilight Blossom the ability to flourish even in the harshest of environments. 5. Irresistible Fragrance: As if its captivating appearance wasn't enough, the Twilight Blossom also emits a bewitching fragrance that fills the air with tranquility. A sweet amalgamation of exotic spices, tropical fruits, and delicate florals, its scent evokes a sense of intrigue and invites curious beings from near and far. Conclusion: The Twilight Blossom, a botanical marvel, is a testament to the wondrous diversity nature has to offer. With its luminescence, shifting colors, aerial dexterity, unrivaled resilience, and irresistible fragrance, it represents the perfect embodiment of ethereal beauty and adaptability. Within the pages of earnest literature, the enigmatic radiance of the Twilight Blossom can enchant readers, reminding them of the boundless wonders waiting to be discovered within the natural world.
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    The sun begins its descent, casting a golden glow upon the horizon, as if nature itself is preparing for a grand spectacle. Wispy clouds stretch across the sky, taking on hues of pink, orange, and violet, as if painted by a master artist. The air feels alive with anticipation, an electric energy pulsating through every breath. As the sun slips further below the horizon, darkness slowly envelopes the landscape. The stars, untouched by light pollution, emerge one by one, forming a glittering tapestry against the vast canvas of the night sky. They twinkle in harmony, like celestial beings whispering secrets in a language only the universe understands. In the distance, a majestic mountainscape rises, towering over the earth below. The peaks, kissed by snow, reflect the remaining light as if they are adorned with diamonds. The valleys, cloaked in a velvety darkness, are home to secrets yet to be discovered. A winding river meanders peacefully through the rugged terrain, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moon. A cascade of water falls gracefully down a cliff, its silver strands dancing with joy, creating an enchanting melody that resonates through the air. The mist created by its descent shimmers like a mystical veil, lending an air of magic to the scene. Rainbows form as light passes through the droplets, forming vivid arcs that hover in the air, momentarily transcending the boundary between reality and dreams. A lone tree stands proudly amidst the expanse, its branches stretching skyward in a delicate dance of life and resilience. Its leaves sway gently with the soft breeze, rustling like a symphony of whispers. The tree's silhouette casts an intricate pattern on the ground, further accentuating its majestic presence. The scene is completed by a floral carpet, where blooms of vibrant colors burst forth in a riot of nature's artistry. Exotic blossoms release intoxicating scents that perfume the air, inviting any wanderer closer to revel in their splendor. Vibrant butterflies flit gracefully from one petal to another, creating a mesmerizing ballet of colors. This visually stunning scene, bathed in celestial light and earthly enchantment, evokes feelings of awe and wonder. It is a reminder of the extraordinary beauty that resides in the world, a testament to the boundless creativity of nature. It is a scene that lingers in the mind, an image that captures the heart, leaving an indelible imprint upon the soul.
    ([by Buckminster Fuller|by Santiago Calatrava]:1.5), (Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future.:0.5) (Fighting game style:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
    An exuberant landscape bursts into life, where the twilight is not a gentle farewell but a vibrant symphony of colors. Ancient trees, twisted in fantastical shapes, reach up to a sky painted in strokes of fiery indigo and electric violet, their branches heavy with luminous fungi that flicker like fairy lights. A full moon, resplendent and amber-tinted, presides over the scene, its light transforming the world below into a realm of silver and shadow. The earth is alive with enchanted flora, each leaf and petal aglow with pulsating hues, casting a kaleidoscope of iridescent light that dances upon the air itself. It's a setting so alive, so ethereal, it could only exist in the most vivid of dreams-a fantasy masterpiece.
    (Soft Lighting Photography by Mimoza Veliu and Mario Giacomelli:1.2), Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, underexposure, 1 girl, cinematic light epic shot action pose beautiful model with half computer code body and half human in a combat zone,, Upon the rust-gray plains, Terraforming of the Moon unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori
    (Soft Lighting Photography by Mimoza Veliu and Mario Giacomelli:1.2), Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, underexposure, 1 girl, cinematic light epic shot action pose beautiful model with half computer code body and half human in a combat zone,, Upon the rust-gray plains, Terraforming of the Moon unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    Photo of TWbabeXL01, NSFW, photorealistic, by Greg Tocchini and Shiro Masamune, colorful, Upon the rust-red plains, Terraforming of Mars unfolds, a monumental endeavor to reshape a barren landscape into a new cradle of life, where the echoes of Earth's past mingle with the promise of the future, in the style of nicola samori <lora:TWbabeXL01:0.3>
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
    ((masterpiece, best quality)),(complex light), On the battlefield, under an overcast sky, two colossal armies confront each other. Their banners wave with dark symbols and their armor reflects the light of the torches. The air is charged with tension and magic, and shadows lengthen over the blood-soaked earth. At the center of the conflict, a sorcerer raises his scepter, calling upon ancient powers as the warriors fight for victory or doom.

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