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    A liminal space of an endless corridor, stretching far beyond what the eye can perceive. The dim, yellowed overhead lights flicker sporadically, casting uneven glows along the worn-out carpet and cracked walls. The air is thick with an unnatural stillness, the kind that makes every footstep sound too loud, too real—like an intrusion in a place you were never meant to be. The doors lining the walls are all identical, featureless, and eerily shut. No handles. No signs. Just dead ends disguised as exits. The deeper you look down the corridor, the less real it seems—the walls subtly shifting, the lights stretching, bending, as if the hallway itself is alive. Then you notice it. Deep within the shadows, just beyond the last flickering light… something watches. A grin. Too wide. Too sharp. Floating in the darkness, motionless yet unbearably present. It doesn’t blink. It doesn’t move. But it knows you see it. And with each flicker of the light… it gets closer.
    A dimly lit underground lair, the stone walls of Orochimaru’s domain are damp and covered in a layer of black mold. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of decay, stale blood, and something metallic, like rusted iron. The flickering overhead lights cast an eerie glow, distorting the dark, cold hallway ahead. Along the walls, there are faded and cracked inscriptions in a dark, almost illegible script, marking the boundaries of forbidden experiments. Cold steel doors line the corridor, some slightly ajar, revealing dark rooms beyond—each filled with the chilling remnants of unspeakable acts. Large glass tanks, distorted by grime and condensation, hold grotesque, malformed humanoid creatures—skeletal, serpentine, with flesh that seems to bubble unnaturally, as if still struggling to exist. The creatures’ eyes, empty and soulless, gaze into nothingness. The floors are slick with a combination of water and something darker, something that clings to the shoes like tar. You can’t quite tell if it’s just dirt, or if it’s blood that has long since soaked into the stone, staining it permanently. At the far end of the corridor, a room opens into a massive, sterile lab, starkly lit by harsh fluorescent lights that make the white tiles gleam uncomfortably. Tables are cluttered with surgical instruments—some clean, some stained. Papers filled with incomprehensible jutsu are scattered about, half burned or left in disarray.
    Create a hyper-realistic, hyper-detailed 3D animation image of a sly and cunning fox wearing a pullover chicken costume, attempting to blend in with a an actual chicken. However, the chicken notices something is off and gazes at the fox with extreme suspicion. The fox, trying to maintain its disguise, in a speech bubble says "BAWK" in a poor attempt to blend in. Meanwhile, the suspicious chicken responds with a skeptical "WHAT THE CLUCK?" In its own speech bubble. Style: hyper-realistic, 3D animation, comedic. Colors: vibrant, earthy tones with a focus on browns, whites, and yellows to convey the farm-like atmosphere. Highest-Quality, 4k, Masterpiece
    intricate details, chains going to the moon, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains), alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with purple leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright pink river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, purple colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    A large, ancient wooden sign, masterfully carved with exquisite, elaborate designs, evoking the romantic and artistic spirit of old-world Italy. The wood is rich and warm, reminiscent of Tuscan oak, with intricate patterns along the edges, featuring swirling vines, olive branches, and Romanesque filigree, echoing the Renaissance craftsmanship of Florence or Venice. Embedded in the wood are faint, mystical runes, alongside delicate carvings of Italian motifs—grapes, cypress trees, and faint outlines of ancient Roman columns, blending seamlessly with the deep grain and rich texture. The surface has a time-worn, rustic charm, with small cracks, knots, and hints of moss, like something pulled from an Italian countryside. Each letter is gracefully carved in a flowing, elegant font, reminiscent of Italian calligraphy, arranged over four lines: ‘LOVE,’ ‘SOUL,’ ‘MIND,’ and ‘MONEY.’ The letters are subtly embellished with decorative flourishes, blending the romance of Italian design with the ancient, mystical artistry of the sign. It radiates the warmth, passion, and timeless beauty of Italy, as if it belongs in a quiet piazza or hanging outside a hidden trattoria, holding ancient wisdom within its intricately carved surface
    (Star Wars style), (old style propaganda poster), text on top of poster says “GIVE BUZZ!”:1.4, text at bottom of poster says “WIN THE BUZZ WAR!! “:1.8, (long red hair, crystal blue eyes, full pouty lips, small perky nose), Elegance and poise, standing next to her crashed Star fighter which is on fire and billowing dark smoke, Her long deep-red hair pulled into a loose ponytail, windblown hair, alert in the middle of a battlefield on a distant desert planet, explosions in the sky, crashed space fighters crashed and burning in the distance, Her shapely form was perfect in the skin tight white uniform is torn exposing her toned midriff, toned abdomen, The pistol she wore looked like something from an old western. Leather holster on her right hip, The scar under her left eye was hardly noticeable, but also a warning. She was tough abd beautiful. Her perfect face and blue eyes sparkling with iridium dust let you know she had augmented strength behind her delicate frame. Medium round breasts, braless, wide hips, long toned legs, black leather boots,
    A liminal space within the Fire Temple from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a vast, ancient structure buried deep within the earth, where heat distorts the air and time feels like it has melted away. The towering stone walls are cracked and scorched, glowing faintly with an ember-red hue. Fissures in the ground pulse with molten lava, casting flickering shadows that seem to move on their own. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the low, distant rumble of shifting rock and the occasional hiss of steam escaping unseen vents. Stone bridges stretch across vast pits of fire, suspended over an abyss that feels endless. The corridors, lined with intricate but worn-down carvings, spiral into darkness, their paths unclear—almost as if the temple itself is shifting, alive in its slumber. Despite the suffocating heat, the air feels eerily still, untouched by wind or movement. The temple is empty, yet the sensation of being observed lingers, as if something ancient is buried within its depths, waiting. The Fire Temple exists in a space outside of time—a forgotten furnace, still burning, long after its purpose has been lost.
    Captured with a Canon EOS R5, the scene features soft ambient light diffused through dusty attic windows. An old rocking chair sits among scattered relics—faded postcards, crumpled letters, and stacks of forgotten books. A torn velvet curtain sways with the breeze, filtering light into the space. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and musty paper. A phonograph stands in the corner, its needle poised above an untouched record, waiting to play a tune from another time. A chipped porcelain teacup sits abandoned on a nearby table, beside a dried-out fountain pen. A wooden trunk, its brass hinges tarnished with time, sits ajar, revealing delicate lace dresses and forgotten love letters tied together with frayed ribbon. Cobwebs cling to the corners of an antique mirror, distorting reflections like ghostly echoes of the past. The floor creaks underfoot, as if whispering forgotten names, while an empty birdcage, its door ajar, hints at something once treasured but now lost to time.
    A massive, decaying hotel corridor stretches endlessly, dimly lit by flickering yellow lights. The wallpaper is peeling, revealing dark stains underneath. The floor is covered in a damp, moldy carpet, with strange, unidentifiable shapes pressed into it, as if something had crawled through. The numbered doors are misaligned, some impossibly small, others too large, and many are slightly open, revealing utter darkness inside. A red EXIT sign at the far end glows weakly, but the corridor never seems to end. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of mildew and something metallic, like rust… or blood. A strange, humanoid silhouette stands at the edge of the dim light, facing away, unmoving. The security cameras are turned toward you, watching. A low, droning hum echoes through the empty hallway, as if the building itself were breathing. The sense of dread is overwhelming.
    A 41yo transgender girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "LGBTQ+" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on that finger have a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "shut up" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on that finger have a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very old drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A striking, oversized wooden sign, expertly carved with luxurious, avant-garde Italian flair. The wood is a rich, polished dark walnut, reminiscent of high-end Tuscan craftsmanship, with intricate patterns along the edges—sleek, modernized swirls and bold Romanesque accents fused with cutting-edge design. Stylized engravings of olive branches, grapevines, and chic geometric motifs give it a high-fashion edge. The texture is a blend of perfectly aged wood, polished to perfection, with subtle cracks and hand-carved details that scream timeless luxury. Gold accents peek through the grain, adding an opulent touch to the overall design. Each letter is a statement—bold, hand-carved in a high-fashion script, sharp and elegant like something off a Milan runway. The four lines read: ‘LOVE,’ ‘SOUL,’ ‘MIND,’ and ‘MONEY.’ Each word carries a sense of exclusivity, with glamorous flourishes and stylish curves that blend Italian sophistication with cutting-edge modernity. The letters shimmer subtly, as if brushed with gold leaf, making the words pop with a bold, magnetic allure. This is more than a sign—it’s a fusion of ancient artistry and contemporary Italian fashion, perfect for a high-end boutique or an exclusive space where luxury meets timeless style.
    A vibrant and humorous two-panel meme featuring the artist Drake. In the top panel, Drake is seen rejecting something with a disapproving look and a gesture of dismissal. A sailboat icon labeled 'NO BUZZ' is prominently displayed. In the bottom panel, Drake is smiling and pointing, indicating his approval or liking of something. An icon of "BUZZ "is present. The overall atmosphere of the meme is lively and engaging, with bold colors and expressive facial expressions., vibrant, illustration, typography
    "An endless, looping pool complex with glowing teal-blue water, perfectly still yet echoing with distant, impossible splashes. The vaulted archways repeat into infinity, their neon-lit edges reflecting off the wet concrete in oily rainbow smears. The air is thick with chlorine-scented mist, distorting the flickering overhead lights. The water is crystal clear but too deep—something moves just beyond visibility, stirring the ripples unnaturally. No exits, no people—only a single abandoned pool float drifting towards the viewer. Shot on grainy 35mm film with a fisheye lens, the edges of the frame warped like a VHS tape left to decay. Vaporwave aesthetics meet psychological horror—the colors are vibrant but sickly, the geometry almost correct. Submerged shadows suggest elongated limbs just below the surface.
    A striking, oversized wooden sign, expertly carved with luxurious, avant-garde Italian flair. The wood is a rich, polished dark walnut, reminiscent of high-end Tuscan craftsmanship, with intricate patterns along the edges—sleek, modernized swirls and bold Romanesque accents fused with cutting-edge design. Stylized engravings of olive branches, grapevines, and chic geometric motifs give it a high-fashion edge. The texture is a blend of perfectly aged wood, polished to perfection, with subtle cracks and hand-carved details that scream timeless luxury. Gold accents peek through the grain, adding an opulent touch to the overall design. Each letter is a statement—bold, hand-carved in a high-fashion script, sharp and elegant like something off a Milan runway. The four lines read: ‘LOVE,’ ‘SOUL,’ ‘MIND,’ and ‘MONEY.’ Each word carries a sense of exclusivity, with glamorous flourishes and stylish curves that blend Italian sophistication with cutting-edge modernity. The letters shimmer subtly, as if brushed with gold leaf, making the words pop with a bold, magnetic allure. This is more than a sign—it’s a fusion of ancient artistry and contemporary Italian fashion, perfect for a high-end boutique or an exclusive space where luxury meets timeless style.
    A massive, decayed underground laboratory stretches endlessly, dimly illuminated by flickering, sickly green fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the stench of antiseptic, rusted metal, and something rotten. The walls are lined with massive glass tanks filled with murky, yellowish liquid, where grotesque, half-formed humanoid figures twitch and convulse, their eyes vacant and mouths frozen in silent screams. Tubes and fleshy organic tendrils snake across the walls, pulsing as if alive, oozing a black, tar-like substance onto the cold, stained concrete floor. Rows of operating tables, covered in dried blood and deep claw marks, sit abandoned, their restraints still fastened as if something had escaped. Surgical tools, rusted and jagged, lay scattered across the surfaces, some still dripping with a thick, viscous red fluid. Faint, distorted whispers echo through the empty corridors, as if the very walls remember the suffering that took place here. At the far end of the hallway, a steel door marked "EXPERIMENTS: DO NOT OPEN" hangs slightly ajar, revealing only darkness beyond. Something wet and heavy drags itself across the floor inside. The ventilation shafts above rattle sporadically, as if something thin and fast were crawling through them, watching, waiting. A flickering security monitor on the wall shows grainy, looping footage of a room you haven't entered yet—except the feed has a two-second delay, and in the corner of the screen, something is standing behind you.
    A liminal space frozen in the dead of night—a vast, empty supermarket parking lot, dimly illuminated by flickering neon lights. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of a buzzing lamp. Rows of abandoned shopping carts stand still, as if waiting for someone who will never return. The asphalt is cracked, damp from a recent rain, reflecting the artificial glow in eerie distortions. At first, it seems like you’re alone. But then… you feel it. In the farthest corner, where the light fails to reach, a silhouette emerges from the shadows. It stands unnaturally still, its form barely distinguishable—except for its eyes. Piercing, glowing in the darkness, locked onto yours. And then comes the smile—a wide, impossible grin stretching beyond human limits, gleaming with something inhuman. You look away for a second. When you look back… it’s closer. No matter where you move, no matter how much distance you put between yourself and the figure, the eyes remain. The grin never fades. It is watching. And it will never stop.
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    "Create a hyper-realistic image of a young woman sitting on a couch, wrapped in a blanket like a makeshift tent, her eyes fixed on something in front of her with a look of terror. The only light source in the room is the glow from a TV, casting an eerie blue light on the woman's face. Behind the couch, a dark, malevolent entity looms, its presence seeming to fill the room. A twisted, claw-like hand reaches out from the darkness, hovering just above the woman's shoulder, as if ready to snatch her at any moment. The woman's eyes are wide with fear, her face frozen in terror, unable to move or escape the entity's grasp." Octane render, Highest-Quality, 8 k, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A vibrant and humorous two-panel meme featuring the artist Drake. In the top panel, Drake is seen rejecting something with a disapproving look and a gesture of dismissal. A sailboat icon labeled 'NO BUZZ' is prominently displayed. In the bottom panel, Drake is smiling and pointing, indicating his approval or liking of something. An icon of "BUZZ "is present. The overall atmosphere of the meme is lively and engaging, with bold colors and expressive facial expressions., vibrant, illustration, typography
    A vibrant and humorous two-panel meme featuring the artist Drake. In the top panel, Drake is seen rejecting something with a disapproving look and a gesture of dismissal. A sailboat icon labeled 'NO BUZZ' is prominently displayed. In the bottom panel, Drake is smiling and pointing, indicating his approval or liking of something. An icon of "BUZZ "is present. The overall atmosphere of the meme is lively and engaging, with bold colors and expressive facial expressions., vibrant, illustration, typography
    intricate details, chains going to the moon, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains), alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    intricate detail, alien planet with structures and many statues that have a ceremonial thin human with bird head motif, human with bird head statues in ceremonial poses as if receiving something and occasionally with a bright cyan orb in their hands, giant gray trees with red leaves, orange robes, stonework, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, (giant chains latched onto the moons holding them up), yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, falling leaves, chained giant bird statues, red scarf, statues receiving something, small lake
    In a shadowed, eerie realm, a dreamcatcher hangs suspended in the air, its web a tangle of sinew and dark, metallic threads. The design is a grotesque fusion of organic and mechanical, with twisted, bone-like tendrils weaving through the intricate structure. Muted purples dominate the scene, casting everything in an unnatural, otherworldly light. The dreamcatcher pulses with a malevolent energy, each thread seeming to pulse like a vein, drawing in the surrounding darkness. Feathers dangle from it, not of birds but of some twisted, otherworldly creature, their tips glinting with a faint, sickly glow. The background is a surreal landscape of jagged, alien forms and shadowy tendrils reaching out like the claws of some unseen predator. The air is thick with an ominous presence, as if the dreamcatcher itself is alive, feeding on the nightmares it ensnares. The muted purple hues give the entire scene a dreamlike quality, yet the atmosphere is heavy with dread. The space between reality and nightmare blurs, and the dreamcatcher, a symbol of protection twisted into something sinister, looms as the centerpiece of this dark, fantastical world.
    "Whimsical and serene image of a squirrel with the likeness of Bob Ross, the famous painter. The squirrel is sitting in front of an easel, holding a tiny paintbrush in its paw, and gazing lovingly at the canvas. The canvas features a beautiful painting of two acorns, rendered in a soft and gentle style reminiscent of Bob Ross's signature wet-on-wet technique. At the top of the image, the phrase "Happy Little Nuts" is written in a flowing, cursive script, as if it were painted there by the squirrel itself. The squirrel's fur is depicted in a soft, fluffy texture, and its eyes are shining with a warm and gentle light. The background of the image is a soothing blend of earthy tones, with hints of green and brown that evoke the natural world. The overall mood of the image is one of peacefulness and tranquility, as if the squirrel is lost in the joy of creating something beautiful. Style: whimsical, serene, and highly detailed, with a focus on capturing the gentle and soothing atmosphere of the scene."
    A full-body character portrait viewed from the knees up, set against a dark, shadowy background with ample negative space around the figure, illuminated by a faint, eerie backlight. The subject is a zombie version of Donald Trump depicted in a slightly exaggerated and hyperbolized style. His tattered, bloodstained suit hangs in disarray, barely clinging to his decayed frame, while his bare feet press into the ground with unsettling realism. His grotesquely twisted posture reveals a deeply contorted spine, creating a hunched, predatory stance. One arm stretches forward unnaturally, claw-like fingers reaching out as if grasping for something unseen, while the other dangles stiffly at his side, motionless and lifeless. His legs are bent inward, crouching low in a menacingly spring-loaded pose. His head tilts unnaturally to one side, mouth gaping in a jagged, predatory snarl, revealing crumbling, rotting teeth. His expression is a chilling blend of confusion and mild aggression, his vacant, milky eyes staring out into the void. The gritty and raw atmosphere heightens the sense of impending danger, the dim backlight casting sharp shadows that emphasize the grotesque details of his decayed form.
    A full-body character portrait viewed from the knees up, set against a dark, shadowy background with ample negative space around the figure, illuminated by a faint, eerie backlight. The subject is a zombie girl depicted in a slightly exaggerated and hyperbolized style. Her tattered, bloodstained clothes cling loosely to her decayed frame, while her bare feet press into the ground with unsettling realism. Her grotesquely twisted posture reveals a deeply contorted spine, creating a hunched, predatory stance. One arm stretches forward unnaturally, claw-like fingers reaching out as if grasping for something unseen, while the other dangles stiffly at her side, motionless and lifeless. Her legs are bent inward, crouching low in a menacingly spring-loaded pose. Her head tilts unnaturally to one side, mouth gaping in a jagged, predatory snarl, revealing crumbling, rotting teeth. Her expression is a chilling blend of confusion and mild aggression, her vacant, milky eyes staring out into the void. The gritty and raw atmosphere heightens the sense of impending danger, the dim backlight casting sharp shadows that emphasize the grotesque details of her decayed form.
    intricate details, chains going to the moon, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains), alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with purple leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright pink river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, purple colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    A creepy liminal space in front of Peach’s Castle from Super Mario 64, where the once familiar world has become unsettling and oppressive. The castle stands towering in the distance, its bright colors faded and dulled, casting a dark, suffocating shadow over the empty, abandoned lawn. The lush green grass is now eerily still, almost lifeless, and the sky above is a bleak, unnatural shade of purple—no clouds, no movement, just a quiet that feels suffocating. The once inviting pathways are cracked, uneven, and barely visible through the overgrown, dead grass. The bridges that once seemed playful now look decayed and broken, standing still as if forgotten. The trees lining the path are twisted, their branches reaching out like gnarled, skeletal fingers, casting long shadows that seem to move on their own. A thick fog lingers over the ground, seeping toward the castle’s base, distorting the view as if the structure itself is slowly fading away. The world around you feels frozen in time, a lonely, abandoned place with no sound, no life—just the oppressive sensation of being completely alone. The world of Super Mario 64, once vibrant and alive, is now empty and hostile, a void where the silence is unbearably heavy, and a sense of dread creeps through every corner. The isolation is suffocating, and the feeling that something is watching from the darkness just beyond the fog lingers in every moment.
    A creepy liminal space in front of Peach’s Castle from Super Mario 64, where the once familiar world has become unsettling and oppressive. The castle stands towering in the distance, its bright colors faded and dulled, casting a dark, suffocating shadow over the empty, abandoned lawn. The lush green grass is now eerily still, almost lifeless, and the sky above is a bleak, unnatural shade of purple—no clouds, no movement, just a quiet that feels suffocating. The once inviting pathways are cracked, uneven, and barely visible through the overgrown, dead grass. The bridges that once seemed playful now look decayed and broken, standing still as if forgotten. The trees lining the path are twisted, their branches reaching out like gnarled, skeletal fingers, casting long shadows that seem to move on their own. A thick fog lingers over the ground, seeping toward the castle’s base, distorting the view as if the structure itself is slowly fading away. The world around you feels frozen in time, a lonely, abandoned place with no sound, no life—just the oppressive sensation of being completely alone. The world of Super Mario 64, once vibrant and alive, is now empty and hostile, a void where the silence is unbearably heavy, and a sense of dread creeps through every corner. The isolation is suffocating, and the feeling that something is watching from the darkness just beyond the fog lingers in every moment.
    intricate details, chains on the moon, alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains:1.7), yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    A haunting, cinematic horror image of a Xenomorph standing in a flooded alien valley, rain cascading down its exoskeletal frame as deep rumbles of thunder shake the distant mountains. Pools of thick, tar-like liquid swirl around its clawed feet, reflecting brief flashes of light that catch the sleek ridges of its elongated skull. It tilts its head slightly, sensing something beyond the storm.
    Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of stone and towers; the dream-like upward surge of crumbling, centuries-old masonry that appeared, at a distance, less like an architectural structure than a vision of something, part ruin, part fantasy, its shape dark against the sky, yet shifting as a dream shifts.
    An ultra-realistic portrait image featuring a cybernetic fairy-like woman in the foreground, with elegant features and long, wavy hair. Her skin has a marbled tone with black and white patterns reminiscent of the texture of trees. The woman's clothing consists of a form-fitting, semi-transparent suit with black and white stripes and red accents, which harmoniously combine with her large, elegant cybernetic wings, decorated with mechanical parts and glowing elements. The woman stands on the surface of a calm lake, reflecting the pink and orange hues of the sunset. Around her, two trees with curved trunks grow, partially submerged in the water, their branches reaching towards the sky, creating a contrast with her futuristic appearance. The leaves of the trees have a metallic sheen, which adds to the surrealism of the scene. In the background, a landscape with soft transitions of colors from pink to purple is visible, creating an atmosphere of calm and mystery. The sky is dotted with stars that twinkle as they reflect in the water. There are glowing spheres floating around the woman, adding a magical aura to the entire scene. The woman's expression is striking, her eyes are arresting and look into the distance, as if she is seeing something beyond the visible world. Her pose is graceful and elegant, with a slight tilt of her head and slightly raised wings, giving her the appearance of being ready to fly. Maximum detail and photorealism.
    A liminal space inside an abandoned train car, dimly illuminated by flickering overhead lights. The seats, covered in old, worn-out fabric, are eerily empty. The air is thick with the stale scent of dust, metal, and something faintly rotting, though you see nothing. The windows reveal nothing but an endless void—no landscape, no stations, just blackness stretching forever. The train hums along the tracks, yet there is no conductor, no passengers—just you. At first, it seems like you’re alone. But then, in the reflection of the window, something shifts. A silhouette, barely noticeable in the dim light, hunched in the farthest corner of the train car. Its form is wrong, too thin, too elongated, as if its body was never meant to exist here. It is motionless. Watching. Waiting. You tell yourself it’s a trick of the light, but deep down, you know the truth. Now that you’ve seen it, now that you’ve acknowledged its presence, it won’t let you go. The lights flicker again. It’s closer.
    A massive, decaying hotel corridor stretches endlessly, dimly lit by flickering yellow lights. The wallpaper is peeling, revealing dark stains underneath. The floor is covered in a damp, moldy carpet, with strange, unidentifiable shapes pressed into it, as if something had crawled through. The numbered doors are misaligned, some impossibly small, others too large, and many are slightly open, revealing utter darkness inside. A red EXIT sign at the far end glows weakly, but the corridor never seems to end. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of mildew and something metallic, like rust… or blood. A strange, humanoid silhouette stands at the edge of the dim light, facing away, unmoving. The security cameras are turned toward you, watching. A low, droning hum echoes through the empty hallway, as if the building itself were breathing. The sense of dread is overwhelming.
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    A haunting, cinematic horror image of a Xenomorph standing in a flooded alien valley, rain cascading down its exoskeletal frame as deep rumbles of thunder shake the distant mountains. Pools of thick, tar-like liquid swirl around its clawed feet, reflecting brief flashes of light that catch the sleek ridges of its elongated skull. It tilts its head slightly, sensing something beyond the storm.
    A skull, once a symbol of mortality and decay, is transformed into a breathtaking work of art as vibrant, beautiful vines and flowers burst forth from its empty eye sockets and mouth. The vines, a deep, rich green, twist and turn in intricate patterns, while the flowers, a kaleidoscope of colors, bloom in every direction, their delicate petals unfolding like tiny, colorful stars. Every detail of the scene is meticulously rendered, from the delicate, lace-like patterns on the vines to the tiny, shimmering dewdrops that cling to the petals. The overall effect is one of stunning, surreal beauty, as if the very essence of life has been distilled into this transformed skull, turning something once grotesque into a masterpiece of natural wonder. highest-Quality, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    A massive, decayed underground laboratory stretches endlessly, dimly illuminated by flickering, sickly green fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the stench of antiseptic, rusted metal, and something rotten. The walls are lined with massive glass tanks filled with murky, yellowish liquid, where grotesque, half-formed humanoid figures twitch and convulse, their eyes vacant and mouths frozen in silent screams. Tubes and fleshy organic tendrils snake across the walls, pulsing as if alive, oozing a black, tar-like substance onto the cold, stained concrete floor. Rows of operating tables, covered in dried blood and deep claw marks, sit abandoned, their restraints still fastened as if something had escaped. Surgical tools, rusted and jagged, lay scattered across the surfaces, some still dripping with a thick, viscous red fluid. Faint, distorted whispers echo through the empty corridors, as if the very walls remember the suffering that took place here. At the far end of the hallway, a steel door marked "EXPERIMENTS: DO NOT OPEN" hangs slightly ajar, revealing only darkness beyond. Something wet and heavy drags itself across the floor inside. The ventilation shafts above rattle sporadically, as if something thin and fast were crawling through them, watching, waiting. A flickering security monitor on the wall shows grainy, looping footage of a room you haven't entered yet—except the feed has a two-second delay, and in the corner of the screen, something is standing behind you.
    A liminal space within the Fire Temple from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a vast, ancient structure buried deep within the earth, where heat distorts the air and time feels like it has melted away. The towering stone walls are cracked and scorched, glowing faintly with an ember-red hue. Fissures in the ground pulse with molten lava, casting flickering shadows that seem to move on their own. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the low, distant rumble of shifting rock and the occasional hiss of steam escaping unseen vents. Stone bridges stretch across vast pits of fire, suspended over an abyss that feels endless. The corridors, lined with intricate but worn-down carvings, spiral into darkness, their paths unclear—almost as if the temple itself is shifting, alive in its slumber. Despite the suffocating heat, the air feels eerily still, untouched by wind or movement. The temple is empty, yet the sensation of being observed lingers, as if something ancient is buried within its depths, waiting. The Fire Temple exists in a space outside of time—a forgotten furnace, still burning, long after its purpose has been lost.
    A liminal space frozen in the dead of night—a vast, empty supermarket parking lot, dimly illuminated by flickering neon lights. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of a buzzing lamp. Rows of abandoned shopping carts stand still, as if waiting for someone who will never return. The asphalt is cracked, damp from a recent rain, reflecting the artificial glow in eerie distortions. At first, it seems like you’re alone. But then… you feel it. In the farthest corner, where the light fails to reach, a silhouette emerges from the shadows. It stands unnaturally still, its form barely distinguishable—except for its eyes. Piercing, glowing in the darkness, locked onto yours. And then comes the smile—a wide, impossible grin stretching beyond human limits, gleaming with something inhuman. You look away for a second. When you look back… it’s closer. No matter where you move, no matter how much distance you put between yourself and the figure, the eyes remain. The grin never fades. It is watching. And it will never stop.
    Captured with a Canon EOS R5, the scene features soft ambient light diffused through dusty attic windows. An old rocking chair sits among scattered relics—faded postcards, crumpled letters, and stacks of forgotten books. A torn velvet curtain sways with the breeze, filtering light into the space. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and musty paper. A phonograph stands in the corner, its needle poised above an untouched record, waiting to play a tune from another time. A chipped porcelain teacup sits abandoned on a nearby table, beside a dried-out fountain pen. A wooden trunk, its brass hinges tarnished with time, sits ajar, revealing delicate lace dresses and forgotten love letters tied together with frayed ribbon. Cobwebs cling to the corners of an antique mirror, distorting reflections like ghostly echoes of the past. The floor creaks underfoot, as if whispering forgotten names, while an empty birdcage, its door ajar, hints at something once treasured but now lost to time.
    Captured with a Canon EOS R5, the scene features soft ambient light diffused through dusty attic windows. An old rocking chair sits among scattered relics—faded postcards, crumpled letters, and stacks of forgotten books. A torn velvet curtain sways with the breeze, filtering light into the space. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and musty paper. A phonograph stands in the corner, its needle poised above an untouched record, waiting to play a tune from another time. A chipped porcelain teacup sits abandoned on a nearby table, beside a dried-out fountain pen. A wooden trunk, its brass hinges tarnished with time, sits ajar, revealing delicate lace dresses and forgotten love letters tied together with frayed ribbon. Cobwebs cling to the corners of an antique mirror, distorting reflections like ghostly echoes of the past. The floor creaks underfoot, as if whispering forgotten names, while an empty birdcage, its door ajar, hints at something once treasured but now lost to time.
    An ethereal eye dominates the scene, its iris swirling with mysterious colors. Dark red and black tears stream down from the bottom of the eye, like smeared mascara, falling like liquid shadows. As each tear runs down the face, something extraordinary happens—vines, flowers and leaves emerges from the dark droplets. The contrast between sorrow and beauty is striking, with a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The lighting is moody yet magical, casting soft highlights on the emerging wonders
    A dimly lit underground lair, the stone walls of Orochimaru’s domain are damp and covered in a layer of black mold. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of decay, stale blood, and something metallic, like rusted iron. The flickering overhead lights cast an eerie glow, distorting the dark, cold hallway ahead. Along the walls, there are faded and cracked inscriptions in a dark, almost illegible script, marking the boundaries of forbidden experiments. Cold steel doors line the corridor, some slightly ajar, revealing dark rooms beyond—each filled with the chilling remnants of unspeakable acts. Large glass tanks, distorted by grime and condensation, hold grotesque, malformed humanoid creatures—skeletal, serpentine, with flesh that seems to bubble unnaturally, as if still struggling to exist. The creatures’ eyes, empty and soulless, gaze into nothingness. The floors are slick with a combination of water and something darker, something that clings to the shoes like tar. You can’t quite tell if it’s just dirt, or if it’s blood that has long since soaked into the stone, staining it permanently. At the far end of the corridor, a room opens into a massive, sterile lab, starkly lit by harsh fluorescent lights that make the white tiles gleam uncomfortably. Tables are cluttered with surgical instruments—some clean, some stained. Papers filled with incomprehensible jutsu are scattered about, half burned or left in disarray.
    A liminal space inside an abandoned train car, dimly illuminated by flickering overhead lights. The seats, covered in old, worn-out fabric, are eerily empty. The air is thick with the stale scent of dust, metal, and something faintly rotting, though you see nothing. The windows reveal nothing but an endless void—no landscape, no stations, just blackness stretching forever. The train hums along the tracks, yet there is no conductor, no passengers—just you. At first, it seems like you’re alone. But then, in the reflection of the window, something shifts. A silhouette, barely noticeable in the dim light, hunched in the farthest corner of the train car. Its form is wrong, too thin, too elongated, as if its body was never meant to exist here. It is motionless. Watching. Waiting. You tell yourself it’s a trick of the light, but deep down, you know the truth. Now that you’ve seen it, now that you’ve acknowledged its presence, it won’t let you go. The lights flicker again. It’s closer.
    A 41yo transgender girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "LGBTQ+" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very old drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on that finger have a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on that finger have a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very old drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "shut up" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on that finger have a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on finger ave a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very old drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flamess, in the air, with a finger, photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on finger ave a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on that finger have a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    Captured with a Canon EOS R5, the scene features soft ambient light diffused through dusty attic windows. An old rocking chair sits among scattered relics—faded postcards, crumpled letters, and stacks of forgotten books. A torn velvet curtain sways with the breeze, filtering light into the space. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and musty paper. A phonograph stands in the corner, its needle poised above an untouched record, waiting to play a tune from another time. A chipped porcelain teacup sits abandoned on a nearby table, beside a dried-out fountain pen. A wooden trunk, its brass hinges tarnished with time, sits ajar, revealing delicate lace dresses and forgotten love letters tied together with frayed ribbon. Cobwebs cling to the corners of an antique mirror, distorting reflections like ghostly echoes of the past. The floor creaks underfoot, as if whispering forgotten names, while an empty birdcage, its door ajar, hints at something once treasured but now lost to time.
    intricate details, chains going to the moon, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains), alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    (Star Wars style), (old style propaganda poster), text on top of poster says “GIVE BUZZ!”:1.4, text at bottom of poster says “WIN THE BUZZ WAR!! “:1.8, (long red hair, crystal blue eyes, full pouty lips, small perky nose), Elegance and poise, standing next to her crashed Star fighter which is on fire and billowing dark smoke, Her long deep-red hair pulled into a loose ponytail, windblown hair, alert in the middle of a battlefield on a distant desert planet, explosions in the sky, crashed space fighters crashed and burning in the distance, Her shapely form was perfect in the skin tight white uniform is torn exposing her toned midriff, toned abdomen, The pistol she wore looked like something from an old western. Leather holster on her right hip, The scar under her left eye was hardly noticeable, but also a warning. She was tough abd beautiful. Her perfect face and blue eyes sparkling with iridium dust let you know she had augmented strength behind her delicate frame. Medium round breasts, braless, wide hips, long toned legs, black leather boots,
    A liminal space inside an abandoned train car, dimly illuminated by flickering overhead lights. The seats, covered in old, worn-out fabric, are eerily empty. The air is thick with the stale scent of dust, metal, and something faintly rotting, though you see nothing. The windows reveal nothing but an endless void—no landscape, no stations, just blackness stretching forever. The train hums along the tracks, yet there is no conductor, no passengers—just you. At first, it seems like you’re alone. But then, in the reflection of the window, something shifts. A silhouette, barely noticeable in the dim light, hunched in the farthest corner of the train car. Its form is wrong, too thin, too elongated, as if its body was never meant to exist here. It is motionless. Watching. Waiting. You tell yourself it’s a trick of the light, but deep down, you know the truth. Now that you’ve seen it, now that you’ve acknowledged its presence, it won’t let you go. The lights flicker again. It’s closer.
    A full-body character portrait viewed from the knees up, set against a dark, shadowy background with ample negative space around the figure, illuminated by a faint, eerie backlight. The subject is a zombie version of Donald Trump depicted in a slightly exaggerated and hyperbolized style. His tattered, bloodstained suit hangs in disarray, barely clinging to his decayed frame, while his bare feet press into the ground with unsettling realism. His grotesquely twisted posture reveals a deeply contorted spine, creating a hunched, predatory stance. One arm stretches forward unnaturally, claw-like fingers reaching out as if grasping for something unseen, while the other dangles stiffly at his side, motionless and lifeless. His legs are bent inward, crouching low in a menacingly spring-loaded pose. His head tilts unnaturally to one side, mouth gaping in a jagged, predatory snarl, revealing crumbling, rotting teeth. His expression is a chilling blend of confusion and mild aggression, his vacant, milky eyes staring out into the void. The gritty and raw atmosphere heightens the sense of impending danger, the dim backlight casting sharp shadows that emphasize the grotesque details of his decayed form.
    Masquerade, Grab your mask and don't be late Get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door Trick or treat they have no choice, Little ghost's are makin' lotsa noise In the streets on Halloween There's something going on No way to escape the power unknown In the streets on Halloween The spirits will arise Make your choice, it's hell or paradise Ah - It's Halloween... tonight! Someone's sitting in a field, Never giving yield Sittin' there with gleamin' eyes, Waiting for big pumpkin to arise Bad luck if you get a stone, Like the good old Charlie Brown You think Linus could be right The kids will say it's just a stupid lie And there is magic in the air Black is the night full of fright You'll be missing the day What will be here very soon Changing your way A knock at your door It is real or is it a dream On trembling legs you open the door Darkness Where am I now Is there anybody out there What has happened Am I in heaven Or is it hell I can see a light comin' It's comin' nearer It's shining It's shining so bright It's shining on me I am the one, doom's in my hands Now make your choice, Redeemed or enslaved I'll show you passion and glory He is the snake I'll give you power and abundance He's the corrupter of man Save me from the evil one Give me strength to carry on I will fight for all mankind's Deliverance and peace of mind Yeah, it's Halloween... tonight!
    A dark, sorrowful cityscape in a comic book style reminiscent of 'The Crow.' A modern protagonist, wearing contemporary clothing (such as a hooded jacket, dark jeans, and worn-out boots), stands alone in the desolate, rain-soaked streets of a doomed city. The city feels lifeless and abandoned, with crumbling buildings, flickering neon signs, and shattered glass reflecting dim streetlights. Shadows twist unnaturally, forming blurred figures and ghostly silhouettes, representing fragmented memories and lost souls. The protagonist's posture conveys grief and determination, as if searching for something or someone lost. The atmosphere is cold, melancholic, and haunting, with high contrast lighting, deep blacks, and desaturated grays. Ink-like textures, rough expressive brush strokes, and gritty shading emphasize the dark comic book aesthetic. The background is designed to allow space for UI elements, making it suitable for a main menu screen
    intricate details, chains on the moon, alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling as if receiving something, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains:1.7), yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    A large, ancient wooden sign, masterfully carved with exquisite, elaborate designs, evoking the romantic and artistic spirit of old-world Italy. The wood is rich and warm, reminiscent of Tuscan oak, with intricate patterns along the edges, featuring swirling vines, olive branches, and Romanesque filigree, echoing the Renaissance craftsmanship of Florence or Venice. Embedded in the wood are faint, mystical runes, alongside delicate carvings of Italian motifs—grapes, cypress trees, and faint outlines of ancient Roman columns, blending seamlessly with the deep grain and rich texture. The surface has a time-worn, rustic charm, with small cracks, knots, and hints of moss, like something pulled from an Italian countryside. Each letter is gracefully carved in a flowing, elegant font, reminiscent of Italian calligraphy, arranged over four lines: ‘LOVE,’ ‘SOUL,’ ‘MIND,’ and ‘MONEY.’ The letters are subtly embellished with decorative flourishes, blending the romance of Italian design with the ancient, mystical artistry of the sign. It radiates the warmth, passion, and timeless beauty of Italy, as if it belongs in a quiet piazza or hanging outside a hidden trattoria, holding ancient wisdom within its intricately carved surface
    A striking, oversized wooden sign, expertly carved with luxurious, avant-garde Italian flair. The wood is a rich, polished dark walnut, reminiscent of high-end Tuscan craftsmanship, with intricate patterns along the edges—sleek, modernized swirls and bold Romanesque accents fused with cutting-edge design. Stylized engravings of olive branches, grapevines, and chic geometric motifs give it a high-fashion edge. The texture is a blend of perfectly aged wood, polished to perfection, with subtle cracks and hand-carved details that scream timeless luxury. Gold accents peek through the grain, adding an opulent touch to the overall design. Each letter is a statement—bold, hand-carved in a high-fashion script, sharp and elegant like something off a Milan runway. The four lines read: ‘LOVE,’ ‘SOUL,’ ‘MIND,’ and ‘MONEY.’ Each word carries a sense of exclusivity, with glamorous flourishes and stylish curves that blend Italian sophistication with cutting-edge modernity. The letters shimmer subtly, as if brushed with gold leaf, making the words pop with a bold, magnetic allure. This is more than a sign—it’s a fusion of ancient artistry and contemporary Italian fashion, perfect for a high-end boutique or an exclusive space where luxury meets timeless style.
    An abandoned children's playroom, illuminated only by the dim, flickering light of broken overhead bulbs. The walls are painted with faded, peeling murals of cartoon animals and playful shapes, now warped and distorted with time. The floor is covered in old, cracked foam tiles, some pieces missing, leaving jagged gaps in the colorful pattern. A thick layer of dust settles on everything, but there is something unsettling about the emptiness—it feels like this room has been abandoned in a hurry, as if something left without a trace. The toys, once vibrant and inviting, are now neglected and broken. A deflated ball lies in one corner, partially hidden by a pile of decaying stuffed animals, their eyes sewn shut with thread that looks like it’s been torn out. A wooden rocking horse sits in the middle of the room, its paint chipped and peeling, the motionless frame casting long, strange shadows that distort across the walls. The silence is oppressive, heavy. Every creak of the building as it shifts under its own weight seems unnaturally loud in this dead space. The door to the room is slightly ajar, but beyond it, there is nothing but more empty corridors, endless and unreachable. No sound, no movement—only the stillness, and the deep unease that the room evokes
    An ultra-realistic portrait image featuring a cybernetic fairy-like woman in the foreground, with elegant features and long, wavy hair. Her skin has a marbled tone with black and white patterns reminiscent of the texture of trees. The woman's clothing consists of a form-fitting, semi-transparent suit with black and white stripes and red accents, which harmoniously combine with her large, elegant cybernetic wings, decorated with mechanical parts and glowing elements. The woman stands on the surface of a calm lake, reflecting the pink and orange hues of the sunset. Around her, two trees with curved trunks grow, partially submerged in the water, their branches reaching towards the sky, creating a contrast with her futuristic appearance. The leaves of the trees have a metallic sheen, which adds to the surrealism of the scene. In the background, a landscape with soft transitions of colors from pink to purple is visible, creating an atmosphere of calm and mystery. The sky is dotted with stars that twinkle as they reflect in the water. There are glowing spheres floating around the woman, adding a magical aura to the entire scene. The woman's expression is striking, her eyes are arresting and look into the distance, as if she is seeing something beyond the visible world. Her pose is graceful and elegant, with a slight tilt of her head and slightly raised wings, giving her the appearance of being ready to fly. Maximum detail and photorealism.
    "Whimsical and serene image of a squirrel with the likeness of Bob Ross, complete with his iconic afro, which is depicted as a fluffy, curly tuft of fur on top of the squirrel's head. The squirrel is sitting in front of an easel, holding a tiny paintbrush in its paw, and gazing lovingly at the canvas. The canvas features a beautiful painting of two acorns, rendered in a soft and gentle style reminiscent of Bob Ross's signature wet-on-wet technique. At the top of the image, the phrase "Happy Little Nuts" is written in a flowing, cursive script, as if it were painted there by the squirrel itself. The squirrel's fur is depicted in a soft, fluffy texture, and its eyes are shining with a warm and gentle light. The afro is perfectly coiffed, with a few stray hairs escaping to add to the squirrel's endearing and eccentric appearance. The background of the image is a soothing blend of earthy tones, with hints of green and brown that evoke the natural world. The overall mood of the image is one of peacefulness and tranquility, as if the squirrel is lost in the joy of creating something beautiful. Style: whimsical, serene, and highly detailed, with a focus on capturing the gentle and soothing atmosphere of the scene."
    intricate details, chains going to the moon, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains), alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    A nightmarish, endless hotel corridor, impossibly long and distorted, stretching into pitch-black nothingness. The air is thick, humid, and reeks of decay and something foul, like rotting meat left too long in the dark. The dim, flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast unnatural shadows that seem to move on their own. The stained, sagging carpet is damp, imprinted with footprints that shouldn’t exist—some human, some… not. The numbered doors are all wrong—twisted, half-melted, some leading into infinite voids, others barely cracked open with a sickly, pulsating red glow leaking out. A distant, static-filled television flickers behind one, playing distorted images of screaming, faceless figures. The walls bulge and breathe, as if the entire structure is alive, watching. A disfigured, elongated figure stands at the far end of the hall, too tall, too thin, its head crooked at an unnatural angle. It doesn't move, but you feel it staring. The security cameras in the corners are following your every step, the red lights blinking erratically. From the vents above, a thick, viscous black liquid drips down, pooling on the floor, and something inside them whispers your name in a voice that isn't yours. The elevator doors further down are wide open, but the shaft is just… empty. No cables, no bottom, just infinite, swirling blackness. From deep within, something claws at the walls, climbing upward. And then, behind you, a door clicks open.
    A full-body character portrait viewed from the knees up, set against a dark, shadowy background with ample negative space around the figure, illuminated by a faint, eerie backlight. The subject is a zombie girl depicted in a slightly exaggerated and hyperbolized style. Her tattered, bloodstained clothes cling loosely to her decayed frame, while her bare feet press into the ground with unsettling realism. Her grotesquely twisted posture reveals a deeply contorted spine, creating a hunched, predatory stance. One arm stretches forward unnaturally, claw-like fingers reaching out as if grasping for something unseen, while the other dangles stiffly at her side, motionless and lifeless. Her legs are bent inward, crouching low in a menacingly spring-loaded pose. Her head tilts unnaturally to one side, mouth gaping in a jagged, predatory snarl, revealing crumbling, rotting teeth. Her expression is a chilling blend of confusion and mild aggression, her vacant, milky eyes staring out into the void. The gritty and raw atmosphere heightens the sense of impending danger, the dim backlight casting sharp shadows that emphasize the grotesque details of her decayed form.
    I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all him. He was always there, like a steady hand in a stormy sea, but I couldn’t allow myself to reach for him, not fully. From the very first time we met, I felt a spark—something raw, something real—but I was with someone else. An older man who, at the time, I thought I needed. He was broken, yes, but I was broken too. I believed that if I could just make things work with him, then maybe I could fix something inside myself
    An abandoned children's playroom, illuminated only by the dim, flickering light of broken overhead bulbs. The walls are painted with faded, peeling murals of cartoon animals and playful shapes, now warped and distorted with time. The floor is covered in old, cracked foam tiles, some pieces missing, leaving jagged gaps in the colorful pattern. A thick layer of dust settles on everything, but there is something unsettling about the emptiness—it feels like this room has been abandoned in a hurry, as if something left without a trace. The toys, once vibrant and inviting, are now neglected and broken. A deflated ball lies in one corner, partially hidden by a pile of decaying stuffed animals, their eyes sewn shut with thread that looks like it’s been torn out. A wooden rocking horse sits in the middle of the room, its paint chipped and peeling, the motionless frame casting long, strange shadows that distort across the walls. The silence is oppressive, heavy. Every creak of the building as it shifts under its own weight seems unnaturally loud in this dead space. The door to the room is slightly ajar, but beyond it, there is nothing but more empty corridors, endless and unreachable. No sound, no movement—only the stillness, and the deep unease that the room evokes
    An abandoned children's playroom, illuminated only by the dim, flickering light of broken overhead bulbs. The walls are painted with faded, peeling murals of cartoon animals and playful shapes, now warped and distorted with time. The floor is covered in old, cracked foam tiles, some pieces missing, leaving jagged gaps in the colorful pattern. A thick layer of dust settles on everything, but there is something unsettling about the emptiness—it feels like this room has been abandoned in a hurry, as if something left without a trace. The toys, once vibrant and inviting, are now neglected and broken. A deflated ball lies in one corner, partially hidden by a pile of decaying stuffed animals, their eyes sewn shut with thread that looks like it’s been torn out. A wooden rocking horse sits in the middle of the room, its paint chipped and peeling, the motionless frame casting long, strange shadows that distort across the walls. The silence is oppressive, heavy. Every creak of the building as it shifts under its own weight seems unnaturally loud in this dead space. The door to the room is slightly ajar, but beyond it, there is nothing but more empty corridors, endless and unreachable. No sound, no movement—only the stillness, and the deep unease that the room evokes
    young woman a swift fan, she is dressed just like taylormouth open pretending to be sucking something. clear detailed background,
    I don't care which one of them is right, because I need them both. I fell asleep a long time ago, my friend is not behind the walls, the scraps of serious adult words do not disturb my dreams I fell asleep a long time ago, my friend is not behind the walls. I'll dream that I'm climbing again. It's so funny. If I'm flying, it means I'm growing. The city from behind the curtains in my room will let those in, and I will leave the house through the ceiling, leave through the apartments of neighbors, past the antennas, on the roof of our nine-story building. It's not hard or scary at all. All the houses downstairs are like they're made of Cubes. And I probably look the size of a pea from up there. The cars are tiny, like toy cars. Any of them, it seems, you can grasp with the pads of your fingers and roll it wherever you want, just like in a sandbox. My flight won't end until I come back in the morning, until mom and dad find out who is right, they don't notice me behind the window glass, barking at each other like a couple of stray dogs. They argue in high tones, they share something again and think that I am sleeping peacefully in my bed, but I am not here, I am where the clouds and stars are. And it's not a problem that I can't go out so late, and which of them is right, I don't care, because I need them both. I'm used to falling asleep long ago, my friend is not behind the walls.
    A very young drag queen girl with black makeup and pink nails, looking like she just failed something, shaking her head, drawing the letters "Woke" using flames, in the air, with a finger, on finger ave a tattoo "Shhhh!" photo by helmut newton
    A full-body character portrait viewed from the knees up, set against a dark, shadowy background with ample negative space around the figure, illuminated by a faint, eerie backlight. The subject is a zombie girl depicted in a slightly exaggerated and hyperbolized style. Her tattered, bloodstained clothes cling loosely to her decayed frame, while her bare feet press into the ground with unsettling realism. Her grotesquely twisted posture reveals a deeply contorted spine, creating a hunched, predatory stance. One arm stretches forward unnaturally, claw-like fingers reaching out as if grasping for something unseen, while the other dangles stiffly at her side, motionless and lifeless. Her legs are bent inward, crouching low in a menacingly spring-loaded pose. Her head tilts unnaturally to one side, mouth gaping in a jagged, predatory snarl, revealing crumbling, rotting teeth. Her expression is a chilling blend of confusion and mild aggression, her vacant, milky eyes staring out into the void. The gritty and raw atmosphere heightens the sense of impending danger, the dim backlight casting sharp shadows that emphasize the grotesque details of her decayed form.
    An alien woman with snow-white skin, iridescent blue eyes with flower-shaped irises, like pores running down her cheek, seven (7) fingers on her hands, a metallic-like dress and a plunging neckline, something like strands sprouting from her skin, a slightly evil smile. Highest-Quality, 4k, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece
    In crystal-clear 4K detail, a young astronaut stands quietly in a surreal, misty dreamscape. Royal blue fog rolls across the ground, glowing softly under an otherworldly light. The atmosphere is calm and emotionally rich—melancholic, but with a sense of quiet wonder. He’s surrounded by shimmering particles of light, like stardust caught in slow motion. The ground beneath him is slightly wet, reflecting his silhouette and the scattered glow around. Distant shapes fade into the haze, giving the whole world a feeling of being infinite, but empty. The young figure stands still—not lost, but thinking, feeling. His helmet glows faintly. The scene captures that delicate mix of loneliness and awe, the feeling of being small in something vast and beautiful. The colors are deep, clean, and cinematic—royal blue with soft silver light, no harsh edges, everything smoothed by fog and emotion. A moment frozen in time, hyper-detailed and heart-felt, like a frame from a quiet sci-fi film.
    FictionalFreya, grey eyes,black hair,large breasts. A witch, wearing a black dress with a lot of cleavage. She is sitting at a table looking into a crystal ball. One hand is reaching out to the viewer with the open palm upward as if to receive something from the viewer. The room is dark and gloomy adding to the dark mysterious vibe of the image. In the corner a black cat is visible with grey eyes that look like those of the witch.
    intricate details, chains going to the moon, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains), alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with purple leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright pink river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, purple colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    intricate details, chains on the moon, alien planet with structures and many statues that have a human with long and thin limbs and a bird head motif, human with bird head statues kneeling with hands as if receiving something, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, pillar framing the image, vines, small waterfall into a bright green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, (giant chains connected onto the moons, chains going into the moons through cracks, chains:1.7), yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, small lake, falling leaves in the wind and water
    intricate detail, alien planet with structures that have a human with bird head motif, human with bird head statues in ceremonial poses as if receiving something with bright cyan water in their hands, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, vines, small waterfall into a bright cyan river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, giant chains latched onto the moons, yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible,
    A haunting, cinematic horror image of a Xenomorph standing in a flooded alien valley, rain cascading down its exoskeletal frame as deep rumbles of thunder shake the distant mountains. Pools of thick, tar-like liquid swirl around its clawed feet, reflecting brief flashes of light that catch the sleek ridges of its elongated skull. It tilts its head slightly, sensing something beyond the storm.
    intricate detail, alien planet with structures that have a human with bird head motif, human with bird head statues in ceremonial poses as if receiving something with bright cyan and green water in ther hands, giant gray trees with red leaves, stonework, vines, small waterfall into a bright cyan and green river, during the day but with giant cracked moons still visible that is chained to the surface, giant chains latched onto the moons, yellow colors for the sky like the sunset but no sun visible, falling leaves, chained giant bird statues, red scarf,
    digital painting, professional-quality artwork, visual storytelling, cinematic feel, a plague doctor, standing in the shadows next to the hearth, in the parlour of a Victorian mansion, on a stormy night, a flash of lightning can be seen through the tall casement window in the background. eerie vibes, like something out of an edgar allan poe story,

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