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    A whimsically chaotic data center where tiny, bumbling robots go haywire. Dressed in miniature mechanic outfits, these endearingly clueless robots clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools, and roll around on squeaky wheels carrying tangled cables and mismatched parts. Flames and sparks fly comically from overheated servers, while robots on ladders juggle spanners and drop screws, causing a frantic buzz. Under the soft glow of blinking lights and the colorful, tangled mess of cables, a larger, frazzled robot looks on with an exasperated expression as they try (and fail) to organize the mayhem, watching as their tiny co-workers only make things worse.
    A whimsically chaotic data center with flames and sparks flying comically from overheated servers. Endearingly clueless robots dressed clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools, and roll around on squeaky wheels carrying tangled cables and mismatched parts. The bumbling robots only create more chaos as they clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools in their attempts to fix things. Robots on ladders juggle spanners and drop screws, causing a frantic buzz. A larger, frazzled, and depressed robot looks on with an comically exasperated expression as they watch their tiny co-workers only make things worse.
    Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The haunted wood and the desolate mountain are their shrines, and they linger around the sinister monoliths on uninhabited islands. But the true epicure in the terrible, to whom a new thrill of unutterable ghastliness is the chief end and justification of existence, esteems most of all the ancient, lonely farmhouses of backwoods New England; for there the dark elements of strength, solitude, grotesqueness, and ignorance combine to form the perfection of the hideous.
     Most horrible of all sights are the little unpainted wooden houses remote from travelled ways, usually squatted upon some damp, grassy slope or leaning against some gigantic outcropping of rock. Two hundred years and more they have leaned or squatted there, while the vines have crawled and the trees have swelled and spread. They are almost hidden now in lawless luxuriances of green and guardian shrouds of shadow; but the small-paned windows still stare shockingly, as if blinking through a lethal stupor which wards off madness by dulling the memory of unutterable things.
    THE TROUBLE WITH GERANIUMS
The trouble with geraniums
is that they’re much too red!
The trouble with my toast is that
it’s far too full of bread.
The trouble with a diamond
is that it’s much too bright.
The same applies to fish and stars
and the electric light.
The troubles with the stars I see
lies in the way they fly.
The trouble with myself is all
self-centred in the eye.
The trouble with my looking-glass
is that it shows me, me;
there’s trouble in all sorts of things
where it should never be.
    End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter, All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too
    A liminal space within Ganon’s Tower from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a colossal fortress where time and reality feel fractured. The stone walls, blackened and cracked, pulse faintly with an eerie, reddish glow, as if something ancient and malevolent breathes within them. The vast halls stretch endlessly, their architecture impossibly twisted, leading into dark voids where the eye cannot pierce.
A deep, low hum vibrates through the air, neither mechanical nor alive, an oppressive sound that never ceases. The flickering torches cast elongated, unnatural shadows, twisting unnervingly as if they move of their own will. The grand staircases ascend into darkness, the air thick with the scent of smoke, iron, and something older—something watching, waiting.
Though the castle is abandoned, the presence of its master lingers in every corner. The throne room stands at the summit, shrouded in unnatural silence. The space between the walls feels too wide, too empty, yet suffocating. This is not just a fortress—it is a prison of power, a void where reality bends, a place that exists only to mark the end of all things.
    In a shocking move, mr. Owlfail leaves the content of the image entirely up to fate, opting to not describe the image itself but instead lamenting about the woes of authorship in AI generated art. Since anyone can take the prompt and recreate a similar image, how much does each person contribute creatively to the creation of their respective versions of the image? Certainly the original creator of the prompt provides their creativity in it, but this effort is indistinguishable between the countless variants. Whoever puts in the sweat of the brow may very well end up with a superior image even when the prompt is identical, and the weight of this process cannot be discounted either. Yet, neither of these things are recognizable from the resulting art itself. What a disaster! Anyway, mr. Owlfail sincerely hopes at least one of the images he generates with this prompt will be worth posting. If you're reading this message, it should've been alright.
    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    photorealistic eyes, realistic skin texture, 
detailed, hyper-detailed,  intricate details, detailed skin, blonde Chinese woman, teacher standing next to chalkboard, the only thing written  on chalkboard is “x + y = BUZZ” in large chalk writing:2.6,
photorealistic, 1woman, solo, school teacher, beautiful Chinese woman, full round lips:0.9, glossy red lipsticks:2.2, elegant red eyeshadow:0.8, eyeliner,  lips slightly parted, very_long_hair,  long hair, detailed shiny black hair, black_hair, bangs and low loose braid, medium perky breasts, medium full round breasts,  looking_at_viewer, blue_eyes, slightly sheer white cotton button down shirt, shirt partially unbuttoned and open:1.1, hint of  cleavage, red pencil skirt with leg slit showing some of her thigh, high 
waist skirt,  standing in front of blackboard giving a lesson, collarbone, thighs, pantyhose, cowboy_shot:0.8, indoors, hair_over_shoulder, red pencil skirt, desk, sleeves_rolled_up, contrapposto, realistic, 1950s classroom, old classroom, large wall of windows, beautiful window lighting, chalkboard, school, sleeves_pushed_up, asian woman, photorealistic
    A liminal space within Ganon’s Tower from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a colossal fortress where time and reality feel fractured. The stone walls, blackened and cracked, pulse faintly with an eerie, reddish glow, as if something ancient and malevolent breathes within them. The vast halls stretch endlessly, their architecture impossibly twisted, leading into dark voids where the eye cannot pierce.
A deep, low hum vibrates through the air, neither mechanical nor alive, an oppressive sound that never ceases. The flickering torches cast elongated, unnatural shadows, twisting unnervingly as if they move of their own will. The grand staircases ascend into darkness, the air thick with the scent of smoke, iron, and something older—something watching, waiting.
Though the castle is abandoned, the presence of its master lingers in every corner. The throne room stands at the summit, shrouded in unnatural silence. The space between the walls feels too wide, too empty, yet suffocating. This is not just a fortress—it is a prison of power, a void where reality bends, a place that exists only to mark the end of all things.
    A liminal space inside an empty high school, where the air is thick with an eerie stillness. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, casting a cold, artificial glow onto the polished linoleum floors. Rows of gray metal lockers stretch endlessly down the hallway, their doors covered in faint scratches and the remnants of long-faded stickers. The smell of old textbooks, industrial cleaning supplies, and distant rain lingers in the air.
The classroom doors are shut, their small windows revealing nothing but darkness. A lonely bulletin board by the principal’s office displays outdated announcements, faded student council posters, and a forgotten flyer for a dance that happened long ago. The cafeteria, visible through an open doorway, is empty—rows of plastic chairs neatly stacked, the serving area abandoned, the faint scent of reheated food still clinging to the air.
A single clock above the lockers ticks softly, though the time no longer seems to matter. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a dripping faucet echoes through the silence. The school is frozen in time, suspended in an endless after-hours void—familiar, yet unsettling. You’ve been here before, or maybe only in a dream. Either way, you know one thing for sure: you’re alone here.
    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    A cockpit view of a flying mech chasing another flying mech through a canyon.  A HUD displaying velocity, mech status, weapon status, as well as other things that are relevant.  A missile fired by the mech piloted by the viewer is closing in on the mech that is being chased.  Not cartoony or anime at all.  The image should be gritty and realistic looking as possible.
    “Do you ever listen to music when you walk home?” Eiza asked. He still wasn’t quite used to seeing her out of her coverall. Underneath it she had revealed some frayed jeans, a striped long-sleeved t-shirt that seemed far too cold considering the weather, and – of all things – a bomber jacket with an oversized fluffy collar. Still, it suited her oddly well, even though he could see her nose turn red and her breath condense in the cold evening air.
“I used to. Haven’t recently.” He replied. Despite being somewhat preoccupied, he also felt a little heartbeat of anticipation. Eiza had not hesitated a second when he’d invited her to come home with him.
    campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousnessrepenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye draws me closer.
    A liminal space inside an empty high school, where the air is thick with an eerie stillness. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, casting a cold, artificial glow onto the polished linoleum floors. Rows of gray metal lockers stretch endlessly down the hallway, their doors covered in faint scratches and the remnants of long-faded stickers. The smell of old textbooks, industrial cleaning supplies, and distant rain lingers in the air.
The classroom doors are shut, their small windows revealing nothing but darkness. A lonely bulletin board by the principal’s office displays outdated announcements, faded student council posters, and a forgotten flyer for a dance that happened long ago. The cafeteria, visible through an open doorway, is empty—rows of plastic chairs neatly stacked, the serving area abandoned, the faint scent of reheated food still clinging to the air.
A single clock above the lockers ticks softly, though the time no longer seems to matter. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a dripping faucet echoes through the silence. The school is frozen in time, suspended in an endless after-hours void—familiar, yet unsettling. You’ve been here before, or maybe only in a dream. Either way, you know one thing for sure: you’re alone here.
    Life.. has betrayed me once again
I accept that some things will never change.
I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony
and it's left me with a chemical dependency for sanity.
Yes, I am falling... how much longer 'till I hit the ground?
I can't tell you why I'm breaking down.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
Have I really lost control?
I'm coming to an end,
I've realized what I could have been.
I can't sleep so I take a breath and hide behind my bravest mask,
I admit I've lost control
Lost control...
    Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out dive bars
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
    Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out dive bars
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
    Oil painting by an insane grizzly bear master painter, in the style of ancient elder gods of long forgotten era. The painting is filled with bursts of deep antediluvian colors and bold cyclopean shapes. The color scheme is classically beautiful and brings sanity back to those who feel watched by the void. The painting has many broad, impressionist, abstract brush strokes. It depicts an art-deco wolf dj listening to house music in a music house, which is a very funny thing. The background has many broad, abstract brush strokes. It is all very detailed and yet very coarse at the same time. Tenebrous euphoria!
    A hyper-stylistic, extremely detailed image depicts a lone figure standing in the pouring rain, surrounded by a monochrome world of gray and black. The figure's face is a picture of melancholy, their eyes cast downward as they gaze at the rain-soaked ground. But in their hand, a vibrant red balloon stands out like a beacon of hope, its bright color a stark contrast to the drab, monochrome surroundings. The balloon's ribbon is tied around the figure's wrist, as if it's the only thing holding them to reality. Every detail of the image is meticulously crafted, from the intricate, textured patterns of the raindrops to the delicate, nuanced expressions on the figure's face. The overall effect is one of poignant, heartbreaking loneliness, as if the viewer has stumbled upon a moment of quiet desperation in the midst of a rain-soaked city. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out dive bars
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
    Photorealistic, showcasing all the horrible things you may find in the deep city streets,Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games
We got everything you want, honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey, we got your disease
If you want it you're gonna bleed, but it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl, who's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights, but you won't get them for free
    A dark, atmospheric scene with an eerie, unsettling vibe, illuminated just enough to reveal the details. A young boy sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his blanket tightly, his wide, fearful eyes reflecting the dim light of a flickering lamp. Heavy thoughts materialize around him as swirling, ominous clouds filled with vivid, disturbing images: visions of war, deceitful faces, and fearsome dragons breathing fire. The shadows in the room seem to come alive, forming the shapes of menacing creatures with sharp teeth, lurking in the corners, partially hidden but still visible enough to convey a sense of impending danger. The boy is clearly terrified, his fear of falling asleep palpable as he stares into the dark, where nightmares await. The overall composition balances darkness with just enough illumination to highlight the surreal, nightmarish elements, creating an intense and haunting scene centered on the boy’s fear.
,Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite, yeah
    Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The haunted wood and the desolate mountain are their shrines, and they linger around the sinister monoliths on uninhabited islands. But the true epicure in the terrible, to whom a new thrill of unutterable ghastliness is the chief end and justification of existence, esteems most of all the ancient, lonely farmhouses of backwoods New England; for there the dark elements of strength, solitude, grotesqueness, and ignorance combine to form the perfection of the hideous.
     Most horrible of all sights are the little unpainted wooden houses remote from travelled ways, usually squatted upon some damp, grassy slope or leaning against some gigantic outcropping of rock. Two hundred years and more they have leaned or squatted there, while the vines have crawled and the trees have swelled and spread. They are almost hidden now in lawless luxuriances of green and guardian shrouds of shadow; but the small-paned windows still stare shockingly, as if blinking through a lethal stupor which wards off madness by dulling the memory of unutterable things.
    Mark5 cat riding mushroom clouds over lake filed with bright galaxies and stars. As I continue to ramble on because this is boring me and its the only thing that enterains the voices trying to make me insane , I gave you want you , what the he'll else do you need , they say they. Need alkaline trio, filled with biscuits of cosmic computer chips as it continues to press the first song I ever heard the dock rock west of eastmill farm full of yeast
    THE TROUBLE WITH GERANIUMS
The trouble with geraniums
is that they’re much too red!
The trouble with my toast is that
it’s far too full of bread.
The trouble with a diamond
is that it’s much too bright.
The same applies to fish and stars
and the electric light.
The troubles with the stars I see
lies in the way they fly.
The trouble with myself is all
self-centred in the eye.
The trouble with my looking-glass
is that it shows me, me;
there’s trouble in all sorts of things
where it should never be.
    Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out dive bars
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
    Try with an eagle, it will make you look so nice
And if you start to warm, you can further break the ice
I got a feeling you could use a little smile
Hoping you could stay there for just a little while
I don't wanna waste my time on simple little things
I'd rather stay here all the night with everyone who sings
    "Create a hyper-realistic image of a bear roosting on a massive egg in a giant nest of intricately woven sticks. The bear sits comfortably on the egg, as if it's a chair, with its paws dangling over the edge. It holds a wooden sign with the message 'Help! I Haven't Moved In 2 Weeks!' scrawled in crude handwriting. The egg, speckled and rough, supports the bear's weight, while the nest's sturdy sticks and twigs seem to be the only thing keeping the bear from tumbling off." Octane render, Highest-Quality, 8 k, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A beautiful woman with pale skin, very long auburn hair, thing gold metal hairband, white see-through dress embroidered with thin gold threads, long sleeves, bare foot, oaken woodlands, covered with moss ground, lake, eerie atmosphere, full view
    I thought things would take off
But they cooled down
Your voice on the phone
I hear traffic behind
Violent rain
Outside looking out
Looking up
Fragments of sky
Looking to leave
Transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well
Since you sold me out
I remember you clear
Your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust
On your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away
I'm staying under
You fall back to aged ideals
Controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonour
Come feel
I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Photography studio style
    (Basket ball as a pumpkin:1.34).A night of unholy hoops, a macabre matchup of monstrous proportions, as the NBA's finest freaks and frights take to the court. The Lakers, a squad of ghostly gazelles, prance and pivot with an otherworldly elegance, their jerseys a deep, blood-red hue that seems to glow with an eerie light. The Celtics, a coven of wicked witches, weave a spell of darkness and despair, their eyes aglow with an malevolent intensity that seems to pierce the very soul. The ball, a glowing orb of orange and black, bounces and careens with a maddening rhythm, as if possessed by the spirits of the damned. The crowd, a chorus of ghouls and goblins, cheers and chants with a frenzied abandon, their faces painted with a riot of colors that seem to shift and writhe like living things."
    A cockpit view of a flying mech chasing another flying mech through a canyon.  A HUD displaying velocity, mech status, weapon status, as well as other things that are relevant.  A missile fired by the mech piloted by the viewer is closing in on the mech that is being chased.  Not cartoony or anime at all.  The image should be gritty and realistic looking as possible.
    Photorealistic, showcasing all the horrible things you may find in the deep city streets,Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games
We got everything you want, honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey, we got your disease
If you want it you're gonna bleed, but it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl, who's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights, but you won't get them for free
    Mark5 cat riding mushroom clouds over lake filed with bright galaxies and stars. As I continue to ramble on because this is boring me and its the only thing that enterains the voices trying to make me insane , I gave you want you , what the he'll else do you need , they say they. Need alkaline trio, filled with biscuits of cosmic computer chips as it continues to press the first song I ever heard the dock rock west of eastmill farm full of yeast
    the four seasons blending in one, spring, summer, fall, winter, each season shows the most common thing in nature. detailed, beautiful
    A digital 3D model rendering a creepy, dreamlike Renaissance landscape in soft pastel colors with dark tones and unsettling details. The overall mood is gentle and soothing. Friends don't let other friends do stupid things...on their own! is subtly integrated.
    A digital 3D model rendering a creepy, dreamlike Renaissance landscape in soft pastel colors with dark tones and unsettling details. The overall mood is gentle and soothing. Friends don't let other friends do stupid things...on their own! is subtly integrated.
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    I thought things would take off
But they cooled down
Your voice on the phone
I hear traffic behind
Violent rain
Outside looking out
Looking up
Fragments of sky
Looking to leave
Transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well
Since you sold me out
I remember you clear
Your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust
On your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away
I'm staying under
You fall back to aged ideals
Controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonour
Come feel
I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
    an image of a thing, the thing is shaped like itself, moderately appropriate lighting, some time of the day, a background
    NSFW, How badly would someone have to make your favorite food for you to never want it again seriously not sure how this works and it's astounding to me that people keep saying characters and worlds they grew up with and loved deeply are dead because some corporate fuck face made a bad version of it but I'm a fat fuck so I don't just have one favorite food no there are a handful of foods that are amazingly hard to get and no one seems to do them worth a damn when they are available but I keep on longing for them so I keep on looking for them and that maybe why I don't understand people who hate a franchise they used to love and imagine that it has died because I've seen it from both sides of the capability fence and can't see a difference as where I can write that slop I enjoy written and I cant make the actual slop I want on my plate in nether situation is the thing I love in any way compromised and I don't stop loving and wanting it for exactly what it is and not the substitute they're passing off to me like I'm too stupid to know the difference between caramel and butterscotch
    A whimsically chaotic data center where tiny, bumbling robots go haywire. Dressed in miniature mechanic outfits, these endearingly clueless robots clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools, and roll around on squeaky wheels carrying tangled cables and mismatched parts. Flames and sparks fly comically from overheated servers, while robots on ladders juggle spanners and drop screws, causing a frantic buzz. Under the soft glow of blinking lights and the colorful, tangled mess of cables, a larger, frazzled robot looks on with an exasperated expression as they try (and fail) to organize the mayhem, watching as their tiny co-workers only make things worse.
    The apple was sweet and even the peel was appetizing, what goodness could drive one to forbid such a thing
    Generate a highly detailed, cinematic concept art of an evil Godzilla with multiple eyes, inspired by the styles of Kanō Sanraku, John Carpenter's The Thing (1982), and the neo-Gothic aesthetic. The creature should be riding a motorbike, with a dynamic dramatic cinematic lighting effect and a sense of movement. Incorporate bioluminescent elements, and set the scene in a dark, misty environment reminiscent of Ancient Gear Castle. The artwork should evoke a sense of tension and foreboding, with a focus on the creature's menacing presence.
    A whimsically chaotic data center with flames and sparks flying comically from overheated servers. Endearingly clueless robots dressed clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools, and roll around on squeaky wheels carrying tangled cables and mismatched parts. The bumbling robots only create more chaos as they clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools in their attempts to fix things. Robots on ladders juggle spanners and drop screws, causing a frantic buzz. A larger, frazzled, and depressed robot looks on with an comically exasperated expression as they watch their tiny co-workers only make things worse.
    Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out dive bars
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
    Generating images with Flux Schnell costs 20 buzz for a batch of 4, but you get 16 back from generator feedback. If you can make something publish-worthy out of 25 images, you'll break even and the extra buzz from comments is profit. You can write any nonsense in the prompt and then add a few tokens in the end to guide the style and contents. Use a thesaurus to find at least one fancy synonym for a common word, it seems to drive things in unusual directions., bear, high fantasy scifi, reverie, crepuscular, eerie lights, ruins, masterpiece, cinematic, nature, high contrast, reflection, bokeh, great composition, award winning
    Generating images with Flux Schnell costs 20 buzz for a batch of 4, but you get 16 back from generator feedback. If you can make something publish-worthy out of 25 images, you'll break even and the extra buzz from comments is profit. You can write any nonsense in the prompt and then add a few tokens in the end to guide the style and contents. Use a thesaurus to find at least one fancy synonym for a common word, it seems to drive things in unusual directions., bear focus, high fantasy scifi, reverie, crepuscular, eerie lights, ruins, masterpiece, cinematic, nature, high contrast, reflection, bokeh, great composition, award winning
    Generating images with Flux Schnell costs 20 buzz for a batch of 4, but you get 16 back from generator feedback. If you can make something publish-worthy out of 25 images, you'll break even and the extra buzz from comments is profit. You can write any nonsense in the prompt and then add a few tokens in the end to guide the style and contents. Use a thesaurus to find at least one fancy synonym for a common word, it seems to drive things in unusual directions., bear, high fantasy scifi, reverie, crepuscular, eerie lights, ruins, masterpiece, cinematic, nature, high contrast, reflection, bokeh, great composition, award winning
    Generating images with Flux Schnell costs 20 buzz for a batch of 4, but you get 16 back from generator feedback. If you can make something publish-worthy out of 25 images, you'll break even and the extra buzz from comments is profit. You can write any nonsense in the prompt and then add a few tokens in the end to guide the style and contents. Use a thesaurus to find at least one fancy synonym for a common word, it seems to drive things in unusual directions., bear medium closeup, high fantasy scifi, reverie, crepuscular, eerie lights, ruins, masterpiece, cinematic, nature, high contrast, reflection, bokeh, great composition, award winning
    Generating images with Flux Schnell costs 20 buzz for a batch of 4, but you get 16 back from generator feedback. If you can make something publish-worthy out of 25 images, you'll break even and the extra buzz from comments is profit. You can write any nonsense in the prompt and then add a few tokens in the end to guide the style and contents. Use a thesaurus to find at least one fancy synonym for a common word, it seems to drive things in unusual directions., bear, high fantasy scifi, reverie, crepuscular, eerie lights, ruins, masterpiece, cinematic, nature, high contrast, reflection, bokeh, great composition, award winning
    I thought things would take off
But they cooled down
Your voice on the phone
I hear traffic behind
Violent rain
Outside looking out
Looking up
Fragments of sky
Looking to leave
Transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well
Since you sold me out
I remember you clear
Your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust
On your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away
I'm staying under
You fall back to aged ideals
Controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonour
Come feel
I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Photography studio style
    As above, so below
All things come from the one
Now you are the victim
Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground
If you want to learn the secrets
Close your eyes
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
In every woman is a man
From the moon come silver ghosts
Spectres of the blood
From my spirit comes the darkness
From the void, the crimson fortress rises
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
At the gates...
    A dark, atmospheric scene with an eerie, unsettling vibe, illuminated just enough to reveal the details. A young boy sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his blanket tightly, his wide, fearful eyes reflecting the dim light of a flickering lamp. Heavy thoughts materialize around him as swirling, ominous clouds filled with vivid, disturbing images: visions of war, deceitful faces, and fearsome dragons breathing fire. The shadows in the room seem to come alive, forming the shapes of menacing creatures with sharp teeth, lurking in the corners, partially hidden but still visible enough to convey a sense of impending danger. The boy is clearly terrified, his fear of falling asleep palpable as he stares into the dark, where nightmares await. The overall composition balances darkness with just enough illumination to highlight the surreal, nightmarish elements, creating an intense and haunting scene centered on the boy’s fear.
,Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite, yeah
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    A cockpit view of a flying mech chasing another flying mech through a canyon.  A HUD displaying velocity, mech status, weapon status, as well as other things that are relevant.  A missile fired by the mech piloted by the viewer is closing in on the mech that is being chased.  Not cartoony or anime at all.  The image should be gritty and realistic looking as possible.
    Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on
There ain't no glamour in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives
And painful scars are all that's left of me
Oh but thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
If I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave
    A hyper-stylistic, extremely detailed image depicts a lone figure standing in the pouring rain, surrounded by a monochrome world of gray and black. The figure's face is a picture of melancholy, their eyes cast downward as they gaze at the rain-soaked ground. But in their hand, a vibrant red balloon stands out like a beacon of hope, its bright color a stark contrast to the drab, monochrome surroundings. The balloon's ribbon is tied around the figure's wrist, as if it's the only thing holding them to reality. Every detail of the image is meticulously crafted, from the intricate, textured patterns of the raindrops to the delicate, nuanced expressions on the figure's face. The overall effect is one of poignant, heartbreaking loneliness, as if the viewer has stumbled upon a moment of quiet desperation in the midst of a rain-soaked city. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A hyper-stylistic, extremely detailed image depicts a lone figure standing in the pouring rain, surrounded by a monochrome world of gray and black. The figure's face is a picture of melancholy, their eyes cast downward as they gaze at the rain-soaked ground. But in their hand, a vibrant red balloon stands out like a beacon of hope, its bright color a stark contrast to the drab, monochrome surroundings. The balloon's ribbon is tied around the figure's wrist, as if it's the only thing holding them to reality. Every detail of the image is meticulously crafted, from the intricate, textured patterns of the raindrops to the delicate, nuanced expressions on the figure's face. The overall effect is one of poignant, heartbreaking loneliness, as if the viewer has stumbled upon a moment of quiet desperation in the midst of a rain-soaked city. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    (masterpiece sci-fi dark gritty hyperrealisitic security cam footage 8k)  fungi capibara zombie thing attacking a cozy perfect forest town, menacingly close up,   atmospheric lighting, dappled light forest
    A whimsically chaotic data center where tiny, bumbling robots go haywire. Dressed in miniature mechanic outfits, these endearingly clueless robots clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools, and roll around on squeaky wheels carrying tangled cables and mismatched parts. Flames and sparks fly comically from overheated servers, while robots on ladders juggle spanners and drop screws, causing a frantic buzz. Under the soft glow of blinking lights and the colorful, tangled mess of cables, a larger, frazzled robot looks on with an exasperated expression as they try (and fail) to organize the mayhem, watching as their tiny co-workers only make things worse.
    Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out dive bars
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
    (masterpiece sci-fi dark gritty hyperrealisitic security cam footage 8k)  fungi capibara zombie thing attacking a cozy perfect forest town, menacingly close up,   atmospheric lighting, dappled light forest
    A liminal space within Ganon’s Tower from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a colossal fortress where time and reality feel fractured. The stone walls, blackened and cracked, pulse faintly with an eerie, reddish glow, as if something ancient and malevolent breathes within them. The vast halls stretch endlessly, their architecture impossibly twisted, leading into dark voids where the eye cannot pierce.
A deep, low hum vibrates through the air, neither mechanical nor alive, an oppressive sound that never ceases. The flickering torches cast elongated, unnatural shadows, twisting unnervingly as if they move of their own will. The grand staircases ascend into darkness, the air thick with the scent of smoke, iron, and something older—something watching, waiting.
Though the castle is abandoned, the presence of its master lingers in every corner. The throne room stands at the summit, shrouded in unnatural silence. The space between the walls feels too wide, too empty, yet suffocating. This is not just a fortress—it is a prison of power, a void where reality bends, a place that exists only to mark the end of all things.
    furry art, linework, grey tones.
a skinny grey furred dog with black ears, black messy hair, tired greyed out eyes, and tattered clothes with a speech bubble pointing to them saying "So... this FLUX thing is expensive, huh?"
    the silence of things forgotten
    the silence of things forgotten
    As above, so below
All things come from the one
Now you are the victim
Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground
If you want to learn the secrets
Close your eyes
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
In every woman is a man
From the moon come silver ghosts
Spectres of the blood
From my spirit comes the darkness
From the void, the crimson fortress rises
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
At the gates...
    A cool and imaginative overview featuring the inside of a hypothetical "simulation store", where all the "simulation explorers" purchase their gear. The store is stocked with all sorts of things; new simulator computers, simulation entry portals, as well as gear that might come in handy for exploring simulated worlds. The image's art style is inspired by the *The Midnight Gospel*; a wacky psychedelic animated series that was illustrated by Pendleton Ward.
    Looking back at sunsets on the East side,
We lost track of the time,
Dreams aren't what they used to be,
Some things slide by so carelessly
    A hyper-stylized anime face, blending the surreal, dreamlike qualities of Surrealism with the bold, vibrant colors of Pop art. The face is distorted, with elongated features and a melting, Dalí-esque quality to the skin. The eyes are large and expressive, with swirling, psychedelic patterns that seem to shift and writhe like living things. The mouth is a bright, poppy red, with a subtle, gradient effect that gives it a sense of depth and dimensionality. The hair is a wild, abstract tangle of colors, with strands that seem to defy gravity and float off into the surrounding environment. The background is a swirling, surrealist landscape of melting clocks, distorted objects, and other bizarre, dreamlike imagery. The overall effect is one of vibrant, eye-popping energy, as if the viewer is gazing into a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    When the blowup happened between him and my new boyfriend, I couldn’t blame him for being angry. I had been selfish. I had kept things from both of them. I knew I should have been honest, should have faced my mistakes, but it was easier to run.
    Mark5 cat riding mushroom clouds over lake filed with bright galaxies and stars. As I continue to ramble on because this is boring me and its the only thing that enterains the voices trying to make me insane , I gave you want you , what the he'll else do you need , they say they. Need alkaline trio, filled with biscuits of cosmic computer chips as it continues to press the first song I ever heard the dock rock west of eastmill farm full of yeast
    A whimsically chaotic data center with flames and sparks flying comically from overheated servers. Endearingly clueless robots dressed clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools, and roll around on squeaky wheels carrying tangled cables and mismatched parts. The bumbling robots only create more chaos as they clamber up server racks with comically oversized tools in their attempts to fix things. Robots on ladders juggle spanners and drop screws, causing a frantic buzz. A larger, frazzled, and depressed robot looks on with an comically exasperated expression as they watch their tiny co-workers only make things worse.
    I thought things would take off
But they cooled down
Your voice on the phone
I hear traffic behind
Violent rain
Outside looking out
Looking up
Fragments of sky
Looking to leave
Transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well
Since you sold me out
I remember you clear
Your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust
On your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away
I'm staying under
You fall back to aged ideals
Controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonour
Come feel
I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
    I thought things would take off
But they cooled down
Your voice on the phone
I hear traffic behind
Violent rain
Outside looking out
Looking up
Fragments of sky
Looking to leave
Transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well
Since you sold me out
I remember you clear
Your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust
On your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away
I'm staying under
You fall back to aged ideals
Controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonour
Come feel
I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    furry art, linework, grey tones.
a skinny grey furred dog with black ears, black messy hair, tired greyed out eyes, and tattered clothes with a speech bubble pointing to them saying "So... this FLUX thing is expensive, huh?"
    (masterpiece sci-fi dark gritty hyperrealisitic security cam footage 8k)  fungi capibara zombie thing attacking a cozy perfect forest town, menacingly close up,   atmospheric lighting, dappled light forest
    (masterpiece sci-fi dark gritty hyperrealisitic security cam footage 8k)  fungi happy capibara zombie thing attacking a cozy perfect forest town, atmospheric lighting, dappled light forest
    (masterpiece sci-fi dark gritty hyperrealisitic concept art 8k)  fungi capibara zombie thing attacking a cozy perfect forest town, menacingly close up,   atmospheric lighting, dappled light forest
    THE TROUBLE WITH GERANIUMS
The trouble with geraniums
is that they’re much too red!
The trouble with my toast is that
it’s far too full of bread.
The trouble with a diamond
is that it’s much too bright.
The same applies to fish and stars
and the electric light.
The troubles with the stars I see
lies in the way they fly.
The trouble with myself is all
self-centred in the eye.
The trouble with my looking-glass
is that it shows me, me;
there’s trouble in all sorts of things
where it should never be.
    Create a vibrant and nostalgic 80's-inspired cartoon art featuring a young nerdy gamer girl, reminiscent of classic Saturday morning cartoons. She's immersed in her bedroom at night, surrounded by the soft glow of her computer screen, neon-lit band posters, and a retro gaming console and accessories. Her room is a testament to her love of all things nerdy, with cluttered clothes on the floor, colorful decorations, and shelves filled with dog-eared comic books, sci-fi novels, and vintage video games. The nerdy girl is dressed in a modest outfit inspired by 80's prep style, wearing a pair of high-waisted, loose-fitting jeans, a faded band t-shirt with a fun design (think pixel art or 8-bit graphics), and a pair of scuffed up sneakers. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she has a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose. Her eyes are highly detailed and expressive, shining with excitement as she plays her favorite retro game. The art style should be highly detailed, with bold lines, bright colors, and a mix of digital and hand-drawn elements.
    Create a vibrant and nostalgic 80's-inspired cartoon art featuring a young nerdy gamer girl, reminiscent of classic Saturday morning cartoons. She's immersed in her bedroom at night, surrounded by the soft glow of her computer screen, neon-lit band posters, and a retro gaming console and accessories. Her room is a testament to her love of all things nerdy, with cluttered clothes on the floor, colorful decorations, and shelves filled with dog-eared comic books, sci-fi novels, and vintage video games. The nerdy girl is dressed in a modest outfit inspired by 80's prep style, wearing a pair of high-waisted, loose-fitting jeans, a faded band t-shirt with a fun design (think pixel art or 8-bit graphics), and a pair of scuffed up sneakers. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she has a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose. Her eyes are highly detailed and expressive, shining with excitement as she plays her favorite retro game. The art style should be highly detailed, with bold lines, bright colors, and a mix of digital and hand-drawn elements.
    the silence of things forgotten
    atmospheric hyperrealisitic ultra detailed medium format kodak portra 400 film horror photo of A giant monstrously enormous mountain sized treasure horned toad towering over the indigenous African forest, enormous sized toad looming hoard of treasure with tiny coins on the back of the toad glinting in the foggy night air, jewels and many golden things, intricate golden eyes, ((perfect amphibian iris)), (absurd detail, high quality, masterpiece), by a little river, huge mountains in the distance
    "Image of a mime, dressed in traditional black and white attire, opening a small mysterious box. The entire scene is rendered in black and white, with no hint of color anywhere. But as the mime lifts the lid of the box, a burst of vibrant, beautiful colors erupts from within. The colors are a riotous mix of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, swirling and dancing in the air like a living thing. The mime's face is a picture of surprise and wonder, their eyes wide with amazement as they gaze at the colors that should not exist in this monochrome world. Style: surreal, dreamlike, and fantastical, with a focus on capturing the mime's shock and delight at the unexpected burst of color." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    a concept for the movie poster:
Title: Whirling Dervish Whirls Again
Tagline: "Spinning out of control never looked so fun!"
Concept:
    Genre: Comedy
    Setting: A quirky, chaotic city with an unexpected twist on everyday life.
    Main Character: A clumsy yet lovable dervish who can’t stop spinning, often creating havoc wherever he goes.
    Mood: Lighthearted, fun, and filled with slapstick comedy moments.
For the poster, the main character will be front and center, mid-spin, with arms flailing in a funny yet dynamic pose. He’s accidentally knocking over things around him like street signs, food carts, and maybe even people! The background could feature a busy, exaggerated cityscape, with bright, playful colors. Above him, the title Whirling Dervish Whirls Again is displayed in bold, wavy text, hinting at the motion and energy of the film.
    If I could save time in a bottle,
The first thing that I'd like to do,
Is to save every day till eternity passes away,
Just to spend them with you
    A really happy skinny fleshy monster thing flying through a mystical wonderful land
    Imagine a group of mischievous and adorable cats. They are gathered on a bustling street corner, each holding tiny, comically oversized cardboard signs. The signs read things like "Will Meow for Food," "Need More Catnip," and "Donate to My Yarn Fund." The cats are wearing funny costumes, like a cat in a top hat and monocle, a cat with a bandana and eyepatch, and another with a bow tie and glasses. Their expressions are exaggerated and humorous, capturing their playful antics as they try to charm passersby.
    Photorealistic, showcasing all the horrible things you may find in the deep city streets,Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games
We got everything you want, honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey, we got your disease
If you want it you're gonna bleed, but it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl, who's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights, but you won't get them for free
    (masterpiece sci-fi dark gritty hyperrealisitic security cam footage 8k)  fungi happy capibara zombie thing attacking a cozy perfect forest town, atmospheric lighting, dappled light forest
    A really happy skinny fleshy skeleton monster thing flying through a mystical wonderful land

      FLUX

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