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    A towering soda vending machine named “BUZZ MONOLITH” dominates a bustling city plaza, its colossal structure piercing the clouds. Oversized buttons labeled “SIP,” “CHUG,” and “OVERLOAD” glow with neon colors, surrounded by lightning arcs and pulsating lights. The machine radiates absurd grandeur, a surreal beacon of chaos. At its base, a scrappy llama with neon fur and aviator goggles battles to push a coin the size of a tractor tire toward the towering coin slot. Its tiny legs quiver under the effort, sweat dripping from its fur as it grimaces with exaggerated determination. Nearby, a cheering crowd of humans and anthropomorphic animals wave signs like “LLAMA POWER!” and “BUZZ OR BUST!” A penguin DJ amps up the energy, dropping beats that synchronize with the flashing lights on the vending machine. Above, a sly tabby cat in a cyberpunk trench coat and glowing VR goggles climbs the monolith using a grappling hook. With a mischievous grin, it makes its way toward a flickering neon sign that reads: “FEED ME YOUR BUZZ.” Clearly, the cat has no intention of waiting its turn and plans to rob the machine outright. The sheer scale of the vending machine, the llama’s epic struggle, and the cat’s daring heist create a chaotic yet hilarious scene—a perfect blend of perseverance, mischief, and absurdity. The crowd’s chants and the vibrant neon lights make the entire spectacle feel alive, like a fever dream come to life.
    A towering soda vending machine named “BUZZ MONOLITH” dominates a bustling city plaza, its colossal structure piercing the clouds. Oversized buttons labeled “SIP,” “CHUG,” and “OVERLOAD” glow with neon colors, surrounded by lightning arcs and pulsating lights. The machine radiates absurd grandeur, a surreal beacon of chaos. At its base, a scrappy llama with neon fur and aviator goggles battles to push a coin the size of a tractor tire toward the towering coin slot. Its tiny legs quiver under the effort, sweat dripping from its fur as it grimaces with exaggerated determination. Nearby, a cheering crowd of humans and anthropomorphic animals wave signs like “LLAMA POWER!” and “BUZZ OR BUST!” A penguin DJ amps up the energy, dropping beats that synchronize with the flashing lights on the vending machine. Above, a sly tabby cat in a cyberpunk trench coat and glowing VR goggles climbs the monolith using a grappling hook. With a mischievous grin, it makes its way toward a flickering neon sign that reads: “FEED ME YOUR BUZZ.” Clearly, the cat has no intention of waiting its turn and plans to rob the machine outright. The sheer scale of the vending machine, the llama’s epic struggle, and the cat’s daring heist create a chaotic yet hilarious scene—a perfect blend of perseverance, mischief, and absurdity. The crowd’s chants and the vibrant neon lights make the entire spectacle feel alive, like a fever dream come to life.
    A high definition photo of a desert landscape. The sun is beating down mercilessly. A stunning woman is walking through the dessert towards large shimmering letters in the distance spelling the word BUZZ. The letters appear to be made out of clear water and the water is held in place by magic without any visible container. The woman is wearing a fashionable long white dress.
    "A gargantuan feline, its obese body a majestic, velvety sprawl, squeezed behind the wheel of a toy-like roadster, its bright, fire-engine red paint job gleaming like a ruby in the sunlight. The cat's pimp-like finery - a gleaming, diamond-encrusted collar, a fedora clamped rakishly over one ear, and a pair of oversized, rhinestone-studded sunglasses - seemed to gleam with an air of absurd, feline swagger. As it grasped the steering wheel, its enormous paws, like giant, furry mittens, engulfed the tiny circumference, its claws drumming out a staccato beat on the dashboard as it navigated the road with a look of absurd, delighted concentration. The front license plate, a tiny, chrome-plated rectangle, read "Buzz Daddy" in bold, golden script, as if proclaiming to the world the cat's status as lord of the road. The cat's face, a map of joyful, whiskered creases, was etched by a wide, cheerful smile, its whiskers twitching with pleasure as it cruised down the highway, its massive, rolling bulk threatening to engulf the tiny car at any moment, yet somehow, impossibly, staying contained within its miniature confines." highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    "On a sun-kissed beach, where waves whispered secrets to the shore, a retro crab grooved to the beat of a bygone era. Its shell, a mosaic of turquoise and mother-of-pearl, shimmered like a vintage convertible, while dark, cat-eye sunglasses perched on its forehead, exuding an air of cool, crustacean nonchalance. Hip, vinyl-encased headphones wrapped around its head, pulsating with the rhythms of a distant, vinyl-spun summer. As the crab's claws tapped out the beat, its shell would flash with a mesmerizing display of retro-futuristic lights, like a neon-lit, underwater disco, drawing in a swarm of entranced, beachcombing fireflies."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
    A rubber hose-style animation scene showing Pluto dancing joyfully in front of a wooden fence. His body is exaggeratedly flexible, with limbs bending and stretching in a whimsical, cartoonish way. His tail wags enthusiastically as he bounces to the rhythm, one paw lifted in mid-step and the other stretched out dramatically. His face is full of expression—eyes wide and mouth open in a happy grin, tongue playfully sticking out as he sways to the beat. Behind him, the wooden fence stretches across the scene, its rough texture depicted with simple, bold lines. Perched on top of the fence are several small canaries, each one singing merrily. Their tiny bodies are shown in exaggerated poses, mouths wide open in song, with little musical notes floating above their heads. The canaries’ wings flap lightly, adding to the lively atmosphere of the scene. The background is filled with soft, swirling lines representing the wind, which adds movement to both Pluto’s dancing and the canaries’ songs. The light is bright, casting long shadows of Pluto and the fence across the ground, while the entire scene is filled with joyful energy and simple charm. rubber hose animation style, Pluto, dancing, wooden fence, canaries, singing birds, exaggerated movements, whimsical style, joyful expression, cartoonish charm, vibrant atmosphere, vintage animation style, playful energy.
    Famous Chinese female martial artist Yan Yongchun uses Yongchun technique to defeat her ((male molester)), putting him on the ground and keeping him there. .she lived during the reign of Qianlong emperor from 1735 to 1795. She was born in Guangzhou Province in southern China. nun Wu Mei aka Ng Mui – Yan was molested by a local thug. The nun took pity on Yan and taught her the new system developed specifically with a woman's needs in mind – it emphasizes using technique over power to subdue a stronger opponent. Yan was thus able to beat the man
    A star shines on the hour of our meeting. A full body picture of two warriors on the field of battle. One is a Mongolian Champion. He is armed with a sword and large shield and is engaged with a Samurai armed katana, wearing samurai armor. His head is covered with a samurai helmet. The scene is full of the energy of battle with many Mongolian warriors and Sasamurai warriors fighting all around them. There are buzzards in the sky the circle, waiting for their next meal to come. There is a blood red sky with a blazing sun beating down on the warriors.
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    End of a building, This striking mural, located in a stairwell, features a hyper-realistic black-and-white portrait of Allen Ginsberg, the legendary Beat poet. His face, with detailed textures of his glasses, beard, and wrinkles, occupies most of the wall, creating an intense, almost confrontational presence. Surrounding the portrait, vibrant red text scrawled across the walls incorporates fragments of poetry or literary themes, blending the visual art with the spirit of Ginsberg’s work. The urban setting, with visible stair rails and industrial elements like a fire hose valve, contrasts with the raw, expressive artistry of the mural. The combination of monochrome and bold red accents enhances the dramatic and thought-provoking nature of the piece. graffiti, mural, hyper-realistic, vibrant colors, bold letterforms, 3D design, urban art, intricate details, vivid gradients, sharp highlights, contrasting shadows, abstract influences, electric palette, sculptural effect
    "On a sun-kissed sidewalk, a vibrant tapestry of color burst forth, as a masterpiece of chalk artistry unfolded, a kaleidoscopic celebration of joy and unity. Faces of every hue - ebony, ivory, amber, and rose - smiled and laughed together, their features blended in a harmonious dance of lines and curves. Hearts of every color - scarlet, sapphire, emerald, and gold - swirled around the gathering, a whirlwind of love and acceptance that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of a thousand beating hearts. Beneath the radiant assembly, the words "Live Laugh Love" shone like a golden mantra, etched in bold, curly script, as if the very pavement itself was proclaiming a message of hope and togetherness to the passing world." highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A sleek, black 1980s Chevrolet Corvette idles on a rain-slicked street in the heart of Miami, its glossy finish reflecting the neon glow of pink, purple, and teal lights from nearby palm-lined storefronts. The Corvette’s headlights cast a warm, golden beam across the wet pavement, catching the faint outlines of palm trees and vintage signs. The night is alive with the pulsing beats of distant music, and wisps of fog drift lazily around the car’s low, aggressive profile. Its polished rims glint under the streetlights, and the cityscape in the background is dotted with art deco buildings and neon signs that add a vibrant, electric feel to the scene.
    "A behemoth of a fat cat, its massive frame squeezed behind the wheel of a toy-like vehicle, its bright, fire-engine red paint job gleaming like a ruby in the sunlight. The car's miniature proportions seemed to be on the verge of collapse under the cats enormity, its delicate, chrome-plated bumper and grille threatening to buckle beneath the cats imposing bulk. As he grasped the steering wheel, his enormous paws engulfed the tiny circumference, his paws drumming out a staccato beat on the dashboard as he navigated the road with a look of absurd, delighted concentration, his face etched by a joyful smile. The front license plate says: "Buzz Daddy". highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    "Image of a crowd of emo teddy bears, each with lip piercings and black emo hair, wearing ripped fishnet shirts and skinny jeans, in the midst of a wild rave party. The bears are packed into a mosh pit, dancing like crazy and slamming into each other with abandon. The air is thick with confetti and balloons, and the lights are flashing wildly to the beat of the music. The bears' faces are contorted in ecstasy, their eyes closed in rapture as they let loose and lose themselves in the music. Style: high-energy, chaotic, and playful, with a focus on capturing the frenetic energy and joy of the rave party." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    An ad for a butcher shop, lots of big sausages on display, featuring a butcher with a bloody white apron, subtitle "CAN'T BEAT OUR MEAT!"
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ “'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “ “'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door
    score_9, score_8_up, wrestling stadium, lights, giant screens, the stands full of people cheering, wrestling ring, SANTA CLAUS using a lucha libre mask WITH A BAG WITH GIFTS beating a group of wrestling fighters and defeating them
    score_9, score_8_up, wrestling stadium, lights, giant screens, the stands full of people cheering, wrestling ring, SANTA CLAUS using a lucha libre mask WITH A BAG WITH GIFTS beating a group of wrestling fighters and defeating them
    score_9, score_8_up, wrestling stadium, lights, giant screens, the stands full of people cheering, wrestling ring, SANTA CLAUS using a lucha libre mask WITH A BAG WITH GIFTS beating a group of wrestling fighters and defeating them
    score_9, score_8_up, wrestling stadium, lights, giant screens, the stands full of people cheering, wrestling ring, SANTA CLAUS using a lucha libre mask WITH A BAG WITH GIFTS beating a group of wrestling fighters and defeating them
    underground nightclub pulsing with vibrant beats and illuminated by neon lights, face turned, rave outfit, detailed woman, create realistic image of super popular holywood actress Emma Watson, super popular holywood actress Emma Watson says: "oh hod, i'm fluxxed", dark brown eyes, night club dress,
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    studio ghibli,anime, a gorilla with hyper arms beating his chest atop a skyscraper
    "Image of a crowd of emo teddy bears, each with lip piercings and black emo hair, wearing ripped fishnet shirts and skinny jeans, in the midst of a wild rave party. The bears are packed into a mosh pit, dancing like crazy and slamming into each other with abandon. The air is thick with confetti and balloons, and the lights are flashing wildly to the beat of the music. The bears' faces are contorted in ecstasy, their eyes closed in rapture as they let loose and lose themselves in the music. Style: high-energy, chaotic, and playful, with a focus on capturing the frenetic energy and joy of the rave party." Absurdres Highest-Quality, 4k
    "Create a hyper-realistic image of a muscle-building themed book cover with the title 'How To Beat Grandma At Arm Wrestling' in bold, distressed font at the top. Below, a massive, detailed illustration of a muscular flexing bicep should dominate the center, with intricate textures and shading that evoke a sense of power and strength. The bicep should be rendered in exquisite detail, with visible veins and muscle fibers that give the impression of intense physicality. At the bottom of the cover, 'by Giga Chad' should be written in a bold, graffiti-style script. The cover should be decorated with gym-themed etchings, including dumbbells, barbells, and weight plates, that give the impression of a high-intensity workout. The overall effect should be one of bold, motivational energy, with a focus on strength and determination." highest-Quality, 8 k, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
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    "On a sun-kissed beach, where waves whispered secrets to the shore, a retro crab grooved to the beat of a bygone era. Its shell, a mosaic of turquoise and mother-of-pearl, shimmered like a vintage convertible, while dark, cat-eye sunglasses perched on its forehead, exuding an air of cool, crustacean nonchalance. Hip, vinyl-encased headphones wrapped around its head, pulsating with the rhythms of a distant, vinyl-spun summer. As the crab's claws tapped out the beat, its shell would flash with a mesmerizing display of retro-futuristic lights, like a neon-lit, underwater disco, drawing in a swarm of entranced, beachcombing fireflies."highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    I'm afraid I could get what I want, I can't stop like I've played all my cards, keep betting like I know the score, forgot the rules but somehow I can't get home, i'm the jack of spades, she's the ace of hearts, not a king in clubs could beat us apart, we just can't loose
    A majestic tiger, burning bright in the dark forests of the night, with eyes that blaze like fire. Its powerful form is a masterpiece of fearful symmetry, crafted by an immortal hand. The tiger's heart beats with a dreadful power, forged in a celestial furnace, as stars weep and the heavens bless its creation.
    This is a high-resolution photograph, Drone follow shot captures ,Depict a surreal image of a cute Chubby Garfield cat，Ginger cat， lounging on a deck chair among the vast sand dunes of a scorching desert. The bear is wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, sipping a cool lemonade. The sun beats down, but the bear appears entirely at ease in its unlikely setting.
    This is a high-resolution photograph, Drone follow shot captures ,Depict a surreal image of a cute Chubby Garfield cat，Ginger cat， lounging on a deck chair among the vast sand dunes of a scorching desert. The bear is wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, sipping a cool lemonade. The sun beats down, but the bear appears entirely at ease in its unlikely setting.
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ “'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “ “'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ “'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “ “'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door
    A troupe of forest animals, including a squirrel, a rabbit, a fox, and a hedgehog, all sporting large, 80s-style wigs and dazzling, neon-colored dance outfits, gather under a sparkling, mirrored disco ball. The ball, suspended from a branch above, casts a kaleidoscope of colors across the forest floor, illuminating the animals' every move. With their paws waving in the air, the animals spin and twirl, their tails flicking back and forth like metronomes, as they dance to the funkiest beats of the 80s. Every detail of the scene is meticulously rendered, from the delicate, sequined patterns on the animals' outfits to the tiny, glittering droplets of sweat that glisten on their fur. The overall effect is one of electrifying, funky excitement, as if the very essence of 80s dance culture has been distilled into this singular, forest spectacle. A banner above the dance floor reads "80s Dance-Off" and the animals are all vying for the top spot. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A professional photograph of a Miniature Pinscher with a fiery red mohawk, energetically playing a unique drum set in a gritty, industrial concrete garage. The garage is filled with musical equipment, with walls lined with soundproofing panels and band posters. The drum kit, while still whimsical, is made from repurposed metal objects: old oil drums as bass drums, a snare drum created from a steel toolbox, and cymbals fashioned from rusted hubcaps. Around the dog, amplifiers and guitar stands are scattered, creating the vibe of a band’s rehearsal space. The contrast between the cold, industrial setting and the dog’s lively energy brings the scene to life, as the Miniature Pinscher’s paws expertly beat the instruments, filling the garage with an imagined rock rhythm.
    A fiery inferno engulfs the vast, open plains as the majestic Phoenix rises from a cracked eggshell. Its radiant plumage glows like molten lava, casting a warm, golden light upon the scorched earth. The once-green grasses now smolder, and trees crackle with intense heat as the bird's wings beat fiercely, unleashing a torrent of flames that consume everything in their path.
    score_9, score_8_up, wrestling stadium, lights, giant screens, the stands full of people cheering, wrestling ring, very muscular SANTA CLAUS using a lucha libre mask sleeveless beating a group of wrestling fighters and defeating them with wrestling movements
    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
    A mysterious figure with eyes that burn like fire, standing in the shadows of the night. This person possesses a fearful symmetry, crafted by an immortal hand. Their heart beats with a dreadful power, forged in a celestial furnace, as stars weep and the heavens bless their creation.
    “High-resolution, cinematic photograph shot with a Panavision 105mm Panopticum Prime lens, capturing a sleek drone hovering above a vibrant beach party scene on an Italian beach inspired by Mondello. The image has a grounded, cinematic feel with natural, moody lighting and a slightly desaturated color palette reminiscent of Christopher Nolan’s style. In the foreground, a worn, rotten wooden sign attached to a pole dug into the sand reads ‘W.T.F. HAVE FUN!’ Behind it, groups of people are celebrating, holding beers, sharing joints, and dancing to the beat of the music. A DJ booth is set up near large speakers, with colorful lights casting a festive glow over the crowd as the music energizes the scene. The woman lounging on a towel is relaxed in the midst of the excitement, surrounded by soft sand, turquoise water, and rocky cliffs in the distance. This scene blends a carefree party vibe with immersive, cinematic detail for an energetic yet grounded beach atmosphere.”
    A detailed, cinematic-style scene set on a dimly lit street corner in Yokohama on Halloween night. The street is lined with ancient lanterns and traditional buildings, creating a moody atmosphere. In the middle of the scene, a band of monstrous creatures performs for candy. The monsters should be rendered in realistic detail, with individual personalities and unique appearances. Imagine a towering Frankenstein's monster shredding on his electrical guitar , a mischievous werewolf beating out rhythms on a drum set, and a Mind flayer monster playing electronic keyboard piano. The scene should be filled with contrasting emotions, from the playful energy of the monsters to the intrigued awe of the onlookers. The lighting should be dim, with warm, orange hues emanating from streetlights and lanterns, highlighting the creatures' features and textures.((Eye level, Masterpiece, Perfect details, 4k UHD, Ultra HDR, Enhanced Clarity, Brilliant Highlights))
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    Create a funny video in which three cats dressed in traditional Scottish skirts and berets dance a Scottish dance. Seals can move to the beat of the music, performing characteristic movements such as jumping and twisting. The background should be colorful and atmospheric, perhaps featuring Scottish landscapes or patterns. Add some fun elements: cats can take a break from playing and suddenly start dancing again. The whole video should convey an atmosphere of joy and fun, with cute and funny moments that emphasize the charisma of each of the cats.
    “Create a high-energy video of a sleek, modern sports car speeding through the winding, cobbled streets of Rome, filmed using cinema lenses with a prime fisheye 12mm for dramatic, ultra-wide perspectives. The exaggerated curvature of the lens amplifies the dynamic energy of the car’s movements, making the streets appear narrower and the landmarks more towering and immersive. The vibrant red sports car with futuristic lines weaves through iconic locations like the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, and Piazza Navona, with the lens capturing the entire scene in bold, distorted glory. The sun sets in the background, casting golden light on the ancient architecture, while the exaggerated wide angles create a surreal, dreamlike quality. As the car roars past, ‘YOU SHOULD GIVE US BUZZ!’ appears sporadically in a decayed, graffiti-style font, warped to match the lens distortion, as though it’s painted on walls and billboards throughout the city. The soundtrack features pulsing beats and the guttural growl of the engine, syncing with the chaotic yet mesmerizing visuals.”
    Create a funny video in which three cats dressed in traditional Scottish skirts and berets dance a Scottish dance. Seals can move to the beat of the music, performing characteristic movements such as jumping and twisting. The background should be colorful and atmospheric, perhaps featuring Scottish landscapes or patterns. Add some fun elements: cats can take a break from playing and suddenly start dancing again. The whole video should convey an atmosphere of joy and fun, with cute and funny moments that emphasize the charisma of each of the cats.
    “Create a high-energy video of a sleek, modern sports car speeding through the winding, cobbled streets of Rome, filmed using cinema lenses with a prime fisheye 12mm for dramatic, ultra-wide perspectives. The exaggerated curvature of the lens amplifies the dynamic energy of the car’s movements, making the streets appear narrower and the landmarks more towering and immersive. The vibrant red sports car with futuristic lines weaves through iconic locations like the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, and Piazza Navona, with the lens capturing the entire scene in bold, distorted glory. The sun sets in the background, casting golden light on the ancient architecture, while the exaggerated wide angles create a surreal, dreamlike quality. As the car roars past, ‘BUZZ 4 WROOOM!’ appears sporadically in a decayed, graffiti-style font, warped to match the lens distortion, as though it’s painted on walls, etched into street signs, or glowing on flickering neon billboards throughout the city. The soundtrack features pulsing beats and the guttural growl of the engine, syncing with the chaotic yet mesmerizing visuals.”
    A detailed, cinematic-style scene set on a dimly lit street corner in Yokohama on Halloween night, Eye level shot. The street is lined with ancient lanterns and traditional buildings, creating a moody atmosphere. In the middle of the scene, a band of monstrous creatures performs for candy. The monsters should be rendered in realistic detail, with individual personalities and unique appearances. ((Imagine a towering Frankenstein's monster shredding on his electrical guitar , a mischievous werewolf beating out rhythms on a drum set, and a (Lovecraftian monster with tentacles coming out from his mouth) playing electronic keyboard piano.)) The scene should be filled with contrasting emotions, from the playful energy of the monsters to the intrigued awe of the onlookers. The lighting should be dim, with warm, orange hues emanating from streetlights and lanterns, highlighting the creatures' features and textures. ((Masterpiece, Perfect details, 4k UHD, Ultra HDR, Enhanced Clarity, Brilliant Highlights))
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    A mysterious figure with eyes that burn like fire, standing in the shadows of the night. This person possesses a fearful symmetry, crafted by an immortal hand. Their heart beats with a dreadful power, forged in a celestial furnace, as stars weep and the heavens bless their creation.
    DJ darKruk 1 Hour Dark Music Beat
    "On a sun-kissed sidewalk, a vibrant tapestry of color burst forth, as a masterpiece of chalk artistry unfolded, a kaleidoscopic celebration of joy and unity. Faces of every hue - ebony, ivory, amber, and rose - smiled and laughed together, their features blended in a harmonious dance of lines and curves. Hearts of every color - scarlet, sapphire, emerald, and gold - swirled around the gathering, a whirlwind of love and acceptance that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of a thousand beating hearts. Beneath the radiant assembly, the words "Live Laugh Love" shone like a golden mantra, etched in bold, curly script, as if the very pavement itself was proclaiming a message of hope and togetherness to the passing world." 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
    "A gargantuan feline, its obese body a majestic, velvety sprawl, squeezed behind the wheel of a toy-like roadster, its bright, fire-engine red paint job gleaming like a ruby in the sunlight. The cat's pimp-like finery - a gleaming, diamond-encrusted collar, a fedora clamped rakishly over one ear, and a pair of oversized, rhinestone-studded sunglasses - seemed to gleam with an air of absurd, feline swagger. As it grasped the steering wheel, its enormous paws, like giant, furry mittens, engulfed the tiny circumference, its claws drumming out a staccato beat on the dashboard as it navigated the road with a look of absurd, delighted concentration. The front license plate, a tiny, chrome-plated rectangle, read "Buzz Daddy" in bold, golden script, as if proclaiming to the world the cat's status as lord of the road. The cat's face, a map of joyful, whiskered creases, was etched by a wide, cheerful smile, its whiskers twitching with pleasure as it cruised down the highway, its massive, rolling bulk threatening to engulf the tiny car at any moment, yet somehow, impossibly, staying contained within its miniature confines." highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    imagine a terminator kind robot trying to beat a human being and human is injured
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    A single, opened eye stares out, its iris a swirling vortex of enchanting imagery. The eye's insides are a kaleidoscope of colors, with delicate, shimmering patterns and vibrant, glowing shapes. As the eye begins to leak, the images spill out, like a puddle of imagination and magic, spreading across the surrounding surface. A tiny, iridescent butterfly emerges from the eye's corner, its wings beating in a hypnotic rhythm. Nearby, a sprinkle of glittering, stardust twinkles, as if the cosmos itself has been distilled into this tiny, shimmering pool. Every detail of the scene is meticulously rendered, from the intricate, lace-like patterns on the eye's surface to the delicate, sparkling tears that well up in its corner. The overall effect is one of breathtaking, surreal wonder, as if the very fabric of reality is being rewritten by the power of imagination. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    imagine a terminator kind robot trying to beat a human being and human is injured
    A star shines on the hour of our meeting. A full body picture of two warriors on the field of battle. One is a Mongolian Champion. He is armed with a sword and large shield and is engaged with a Samurai armed katana, wearing samurai armor. His head is covered with a samurai helmet. The scene is full of the energy of battle with many Mongolian warriors and Sasamurai warriors fighting all around them. There are buzzards in the sky the circle, waiting for their next meal to come. There is a blood red sky with a blazing sun beating down on the warriors.
    "Create a hyper-realistic image of a muscle-building themed book cover with the title 'How To Beat Grandma At Arm Wrestling' in bold, distressed font at the top. Below, a massive, detailed illustration of a muscular flexing bicep should dominate the center, with intricate textures and shading that evoke a sense of power and strength. The bicep should be rendered in exquisite detail, with visible veins and muscle fibers that give the impression of intense physicality. At the bottom of the cover, 'by Giga Chad' should be written in a bold, graffiti-style script. The cover should be decorated with gym-themed etchings, including dumbbells, barbells, and weight plates, that give the impression of a high-intensity workout. The overall effect should be one of bold, motivational energy, with a focus on strength and determination." highest-Quality, 8 k, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A star shines on the hour of our meeting. A full body picture of two warriors on the field of battle. One is a Mongolian Champion. He is armed with a sword and large shield and is engaged with a Samurai armed katana, wearing samurai armor. His head is covered with a samurai helmet. The scene is full of the energy of battle with many Mongolian warriors and Sasamurai warriors fighting all around them. There are buzzards in the sky the circle, waiting for their next meal to come. There is a blood red sky with a blazing sun beating down on the warriors.
    “Create a high-energy video of a sleek, modern sports car speeding through the winding, cobbled streets of Rome, filmed using cinema lenses with a prime fisheye 12mm for dramatic, ultra-wide perspectives. The exaggerated curvature of the lens amplifies the dynamic energy of the car’s movements, making the streets appear narrower and the landmarks more towering and immersive. The vibrant red sports car with futuristic lines weaves through iconic locations like the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, and Piazza Navona, with the lens capturing the entire scene in bold, distorted glory. The sun sets in the background, casting golden light on the ancient architecture, while the exaggerated wide angles create a surreal, dreamlike quality. As the car roars past, ‘BUZZ 4 WROOOM!’ appears sporadically in a decayed, graffiti-style font, warped to match the lens distortion, as though it’s painted on walls, etched into street signs, or glowing on flickering neon billboards throughout the city. The soundtrack features pulsing beats and the guttural growl of the engine, syncing with the chaotic yet mesmerizing visuals.”
    imagine a terminator kind robot trying to beat a human being and human is injured
    A sleek, black 1980s Chevrolet Corvette idles on a rain-slicked street in the heart of Miami, its glossy finish reflecting the neon glow of pink, purple, and teal lights from nearby palm-lined storefronts. The Corvette’s headlights cast a warm, golden beam across the wet pavement, catching the faint outlines of palm trees and vintage signs. The night is alive with the pulsing beats of distant music, and wisps of fog drift lazily around the car’s low, aggressive profile. Its polished rims glint under the streetlights, and the cityscape in the background is dotted with art deco buildings and neon signs that add a vibrant, electric feel to the scene.
    Create a funny video in which three cats dressed in traditional Scottish skirts and berets dance a Scottish dance. Seals can move to the beat of the music, performing characteristic movements such as jumping and twisting. The background should be colorful and atmospheric, perhaps featuring Scottish landscapes or patterns. Add some fun elements: cats can take a break from playing and suddenly start dancing again. The whole video should convey an atmosphere of joy and fun, with cute and funny moments that emphasize the charisma of each of the cats.
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ “'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “ “'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door
    A mysterious figure with eyes that burn like fire, standing in the shadows of the night. This person possesses a fearful symmetry, crafted by an immortal hand. Their heart beats with a dreadful power, forged in a celestial furnace, as stars weep and the heavens bless their creation.
    score_9, score_8_up, wrestling stadium, lights, giant screens, the stands full of people cheering, wrestling ring, very muscular SANTA CLAUS using a lucha libre mask sleeveless beating a group of wrestling fighters and defeating them with wrestling movements
    A mysterious figure with eyes that burn like fire, standing in the shadows of the night. This person possesses a fearful symmetry, crafted by an immortal hand. Their heart beats with a dreadful power, forged in a celestial furnace, as stars weep and the heavens bless their creation.
    "On a sun-kissed sidewalk, a vibrant tapestry of color burst forth, as a masterpiece of chalk artistry unfolded, a kaleidoscopic celebration of joy and unity. Faces of every hue - ebony, ivory, amber, and rose - smiled and laughed together, their features blended in a harmonious dance of lines and curves. Hearts of every color - scarlet, sapphire, emerald, and gold - swirled around the gathering, a whirlwind of love and acceptance that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of a thousand beating hearts. Beneath the radiant assembly, the words "Live Laugh Love" shone like a golden mantra, etched in bold, curly script, as if the very pavement itself was proclaiming a message of hope and togetherness to the passing world." 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
    Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed 245 Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip And everybody knew, ya didn't give no lip to Big John Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last, 'cept John And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out, "There's a light up above" And 20 men scrambled from a would-be grave Now there's only one left down there to save, Big John With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John Now they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand "At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man, Big John"
    Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed 245 Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip And everybody knew, ya didn't give no lip to Big John Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last, 'cept John And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out, "There's a light up above" And 20 men scrambled from a would-be grave Now there's only one left down there to save, Big John With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John Now they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand "At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man, Big John"
    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
    The trail ends at twelve stubby rocks have been placed in a circle. The snow swirls over them in flurries and nearly covers them in drifts of white powder. The pitch black rocks are badly weathered into blunt shapeless forms. Around here a flat plain of ice extends as far as can be seen. It looks like the rocks are taking a beating from the wind and snow that whips through them in chaotic twists of whistling air. The sky is black and the stars shine down brightly. The waning half moon shines down. A few scattered clouds dot the sky.
    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
    A towering soda vending machine named “BUZZ MONOLITH” dominates a bustling city plaza, its colossal structure piercing the clouds. Oversized buttons labeled “SIP,” “CHUG,” and “OVERLOAD” glow with neon colors, surrounded by lightning arcs and pulsating lights. The machine radiates absurd grandeur, a surreal beacon of chaos. At its base, a scrappy llama with neon fur and aviator goggles battles to push a coin the size of a tractor tire toward the towering coin slot. Its tiny legs quiver under the effort, sweat dripping from its fur as it grimaces with exaggerated determination. Nearby, a cheering crowd of humans and anthropomorphic animals wave signs like “LLAMA POWER!” and “BUZZ OR BUST!” A penguin DJ amps up the energy, dropping beats that synchronize with the flashing lights on the vending machine. Above, a sly tabby cat in a cyberpunk trench coat and glowing VR goggles climbs the monolith using a grappling hook. With a mischievous grin, it makes its way toward a flickering neon sign that reads: “FEED ME YOUR BUZZ.” Clearly, the cat has no intention of waiting its turn and plans to rob the machine outright. The sheer scale of the vending machine, the llama’s epic struggle, and the cat’s daring heist create a chaotic yet hilarious scene—a perfect blend of perseverance, mischief, and absurdity. The crowd’s chants and the vibrant neon lights make the entire spectacle feel alive, like a fever dream come to life.
    A towering soda vending machine named “BUZZ MONOLITH” dominates a bustling city plaza, its colossal structure piercing the clouds. Oversized buttons labeled “SIP,” “CHUG,” and “OVERLOAD” glow with neon colors, surrounded by lightning arcs and pulsating lights. The machine radiates absurd grandeur, a surreal beacon of chaos. At its base, a scrappy llama with neon fur and aviator goggles battles to push a coin the size of a tractor tire toward the towering coin slot. Its tiny legs quiver under the effort, sweat dripping from its fur as it grimaces with exaggerated determination. Nearby, a cheering crowd of humans and anthropomorphic animals wave signs like “LLAMA POWER!” and “BUZZ OR BUST!” A penguin DJ amps up the energy, dropping beats that synchronize with the flashing lights on the vending machine. Above, a sly tabby cat in a cyberpunk trench coat and glowing VR goggles climbs the monolith using a grappling hook. With a mischievous grin, it makes its way toward a flickering neon sign that reads: “FEED ME YOUR BUZZ.” Clearly, the cat has no intention of waiting its turn and plans to rob the machine outright. The sheer scale of the vending machine, the llama’s epic struggle, and the cat’s daring heist create a chaotic yet hilarious scene—a perfect blend of perseverance, mischief, and absurdity. The crowd’s chants and the vibrant neon lights make the entire spectacle feel alive, like a fever dream come to life.
    "A behemoth of a fat cat, its massive frame squeezed behind the wheel of a toy-like vehicle, its bright, fire-engine red paint job gleaming like a ruby in the sunlight. The car's miniature proportions seemed to be on the verge of collapse under the cats enormity, its delicate, chrome-plated bumper and grille threatening to buckle beneath the cats imposing bulk. As he grasped the steering wheel, his enormous paws engulfed the tiny circumference, his paws drumming out a staccato beat on the dashboard as he navigated the road with a look of absurd, delighted concentration, his face etched by a joyful smile. The front license plate says: "Buzz Daddy". highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    "On a sun-kissed beach, where waves whispered secrets to the shore, a retro crab grooved to the beat of a bygone era. Its shell, a mosaic of turquoise and mother-of-pearl, shimmered like a vintage convertible, while dark, cat-eye sunglasses perched on its forehead, exuding an air of cool, crustacean nonchalance. Hip, vinyl-encased headphones wrapped around its head, pulsating with the rhythms of a distant, vinyl-spun summer. As the crab's claws tapped out the beat, its shell would flash with a mesmerizing display of retro-futuristic lights, like a neon-lit, underwater disco, drawing in a swarm of entranced, beachcombing fireflies."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
    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
    A liminal space in Amegakure, the Hidden Rain Village, exactly as seen in Naruto. Towering metal buildings rise into the misty sky, their surfaces slick with constant rainfall. The narrow streets are lined with pipes, walkways, and industrial structures, all soaked in a never-ending drizzle. Neon lights flicker faintly, reflecting in the puddles that cover the ground. The village is completely empty—no people, no movement, only the sound of raindrops echoing through the deserted alleys. The metal bridges connecting the high-rise structures stretch into the distance, disappearing into the fog. The air is thick with humidity, and the usual bustling presence of shinobi is gone. The city feels suspended in time, its mechanical heart still beating, but with no one left to witness it. The rain continues to fall, endlessly, over a village lost in solitude.
    Famous Chinese female martial artist Yan Yongchun uses Yongchun technique to defeat her ((male molester)), putting him on the ground and keeping him there. .she lived during the reign of Qianlong emperor from 1735 to 1795. She was born in Guangzhou Province in southern China. nun Wu Mei aka Ng Mui – Yan was molested by a local thug. The nun took pity on Yan and taught her the new system developed specifically with a woman's needs in mind – it emphasizes using technique over power to subdue a stronger opponent. Yan was thus able to beat the man
    Famous Chinese female martial artist Yan Yongchun uses Yongchun technique to defeat her molester. .she lived during the reign of Qianlong emperor from 1735 to 1795. She was born in Guangzhou Province in southern China. nun Wu Mei aka Ng Mui – Yan was molested by a local thug. The nun took pity on Yan and taught her the new system developed specifically with a woman's needs in mind – it emphasizes using technique over power to subdue a stronger opponent. Yan was thus able to beat the man
    Famous Chinese female martial artist Yan Yongchun uses Yongchun technique to defeat her molester. .she lived during the reign of Qianlong emperor from 1735 to 1795. She was born in Guangzhou Province in southern China. nun Wu Mei aka Ng Mui – Yan was molested by a local thug. The nun took pity on Yan and taught her the new system developed specifically with a woman's needs in mind – it emphasizes using technique over power to subdue a stronger opponent. Yan was thus able to beat the man
    A liminal space in Amegakure, the Hidden Rain Village, exactly as seen in Naruto. Towering metal buildings rise into the misty sky, their surfaces slick with constant rainfall. The narrow streets are lined with pipes, walkways, and industrial structures, all soaked in a never-ending drizzle. Neon lights flicker faintly, reflecting in the puddles that cover the ground. The village is completely empty—no people, no movement, only the sound of raindrops echoing through the deserted alleys. The metal bridges connecting the high-rise structures stretch into the distance, disappearing into the fog. The air is thick with humidity, and the usual bustling presence of shinobi is gone. The city feels suspended in time, its mechanical heart still beating, but with no one left to witness it. The rain continues to fall, endlessly, over a village lost in solitude.
    "On a sun-kissed beach, where waves whispered secrets to the shore, a retro crab grooved to the beat of a bygone era. Its shell, a mosaic of turquoise and mother-of-pearl, shimmered like a vintage convertible, while dark, cat-eye sunglasses perched on its forehead, exuding an air of cool, crustacean nonchalance. Hip, vinyl-encased headphones wrapped around its head, pulsating with the rhythms of a distant, vinyl-spun summer. As the crab's claws tapped out the beat, its shell would flash with a mesmerizing display of retro-futuristic lights, like a neon-lit, underwater disco, drawing in a swarm of entranced, beachcombing fireflies."highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A grey and silver cyborg has four arms coming out of his sides. He has no legs and sits on top of a pair of tank treads. He has various mining tools and attachments surrounding him. He stands next to a dusty pile of rocks. the desert sun beats down mercilessly. has no legs his waist is directly attached to the treads.
    A grey and silver cyborg has four arms coming out of his sides. He has no legs and sits on top of a pair of tank treads. He has various mining tools and attachments surrounding him. He stands next to a dusty pile of rocks. the desert sun beats down mercilessly. has no legs.
    A sleek, black 1980s Chevrolet Corvette idles on a rain-slicked street in the heart of Miami, its glossy finish reflecting the neon glow of pink, purple, and teal lights from nearby palm-lined storefronts. The Corvette’s headlights cast a warm, golden beam across the wet pavement, catching the faint outlines of palm trees and vintage signs. The night is alive with the pulsing beats of distant music, and wisps of fog drift lazily around the car’s low, aggressive profile. Its polished rims glint under the streetlights, and the cityscape in the background is dotted with art deco buildings and neon signs that add a vibrant, electric feel to the scene.
    studio ghibli,anime, a gorilla with hyper arms beating his chest atop a skyscraper
    A grey and silver cyborg has four arms. He has no legs and sits on top of a pair of tank treads. He has various mining tools and attachments surrounding him. He stands next to a dusty pile of rocks. the desert sun beats down mercilessly.
    A grey and silver cyborg has four arms. He has no legs and sits on top of a pair of tank treads. He has various mining tools and attachments surrounding him. He stands next to a dusty pile of rocks. the desert sun beats down mercilessly. has no legs.

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