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A stunning curvy white woman with piercing gray-blue eyes and dark, shoulder-length wavy hair, walking down a bustling European city street on a rainy afternoon. She wears a stylish, form-fitting beige trench coat draped effortlessly over her frame, with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of a soft cashmere sweater beneath. Her deep red lips contrast beautifully against her flawless porcelain skin, and she carries a black leather handbag over one shoulder. Raindrops glisten on her coat as she steps carefully over a puddle, her black heeled boots clicking softly against the wet cobblestone. The blurred headlights of passing cars reflect in the shimmering pavement, creating a dreamlike cityscape behind her. Her gaze is confident yet slightly distant, lost in thought, exuding an aura of effortless elegance and mystery. The city around her is alive—bustling cafés, blurred figures walking under umbrellas, neon signs glowing softly in the drizzle. The rain-soaked scene is meticulously detailed, with realistic water reflections, perfect lighting contrast, and an immersive urban aesthetic. Ultra-HD 4K, hyper-realistic, cinematic lighting, extreme detail, sharp textures, wet reflections, dynamic movement, natural elegance.

A warm, golden light, reminiscent of Terrence Malick's cinematography, spills across a serene indoor space, illuminating a Dream Cartographer of East Asian descent with a gentle, relaxed posture, clad in flowing robes, against a plain, earth-toned wall, with a rich wooden floor beneath. Soft, diffused light from a large window above, combined with subtle fill lighting from a floor lamp, creates a sense of depth and tranquility, casting a slight shadow on the wall behind the subject. The cartographer's dark hair is tied back, revealing a calm, introspective expression, with a slight head tilt, as if lost in thought, their dark brown eyes gazing directly into the lens, positioned at eye-level, following the rule of thirds. A delicate potted plant sits beside them, its leaves stretching towards the light, adding a touch of warmth to the scene. The image is shot on 35mm film, with a subtle grain, and a color palette that leans towards earthy tones, evoking a sense of naturalism and simplicity.

this image represent a (green elf girl : 1.5), with beautiful yellow eyes which are deep , big and expressive , elf is starring a viewer , lost in thought , background it dusty dark and black and white , make this image detailed and some what dark and clear and well-defined , except the elf girl rest of image remain black and white , making a glow effect

A grizzly bear is lost in endless SCP IKEA that's been invaded by nature and overgrown., liminal space, eerie, dramatic, high contrast, highly detailed, cinematic color grading.

(Soft Lighting Photography by Mimoza Veliu and Mario Giacomelli:1.2), NSFW, A warm, ethereal glow, as if time itself has paused to capture the quiet beauty of the moment. A cat sitting at the center of the frame, her presence contemplative. The night envelops her, but the darkness is not oppressive;
Above, a series of red lanterns hang suspended on delicate strings, their soft light casting an amber hue over the entire scene. These lanterns are not merely decorative; they seem to pulse with life, their illumination creating a sense of warmth and intimacy, hinting at a cultural or thematic connection,
The cat gazes directly into the camera, her eyes conveying a mix of curiosity and introspection, as though she is pondering something profound or simply lost in the beauty of the moment.
The background is shrouded in shadow, drawing all attention to the subject and the glowing lanterns above. The darkness beyond hints at a larger settingâperhaps a festival, a market, or an outdoor gathering but the details remain obscured, leaving the viewer to imagine the context. The interplay between light and shadow creates a dramatic contrast, emphasizing the woman's features and the vivid colors of the lanterns.

Dark matter mystery,
Blackbody spectrum,
An interstellar medium
We're tracing lost energy
That's swallowed by an unplanetary tum
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A liminal space within the Shadow Temple from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a place where darkness is not just an absence of light, but a presence of its own. The stone corridors stretch endlessly, their surfaces cracked and aged, barely illuminated by flickering torches that cast long, shifting shadows. The air is heavy, damp, and filled with the faint scent of decay, as if the temple itself is rotting in silence.
An eerie mist clings to the floor, moving unnaturally, as if drawn toward something unseen. The walls whisper—faint, distant sounds that might be echoes, or something else entirely. Ancient carvings, their meanings long forgotten, seem to change when looked at for too long. Endless staircases descend into darkness, their depths unfathomable, while narrow bridges stretch over voids that should not exist.
The temple is empty—yet the overwhelming feeling of being watched, followed, hunted is impossible to ignore. The further one ventures, the less real the world outside feels. The Shadow Temple is not just a place, but a void, a boundary between the living and the lost—a forgotten nightmare, waiting for those who dare to enter.

An ethereal ghostly woman of striking beauty stands in an ancient Roman church at night, her translucent form faintly illuminated by soft ghostly light. She is draped in delicate, flowing Roman-style robes that reveal the curves of her graceful body. Her face is both beautiful and sensual, with a touch of melancholy. Her body is also translucent, revealing that she isn't entirely present in this world. The church is dimly lit by a few flickering candles, casting shadows across the ancient stone walls. Next to her is the crypt of a knight, her lost love. In the distance, a priest watches in awe, barely illuminated by the ghost’s luminescence. The scene captures the eerie beauty of love and loss in a haunting, serene atmosphere. Roman Clothing, etherial, translucent, church crypt, light reflecting from priest's glasses and the cross around his neck,

Dusty attic filled with old belongings. Shot on a Sony A7 III, moody lighting, ISO 1600. 24mm f/2.8 lens. High-angle shot, layered foreground.
An abandoned attic, filled with relics of the past. Dust-covered trunks, stacks of faded books, and an antique rocking chair sit untouched. A single window allows a soft beam of moonlight to illuminate the floating dust. The walls, covered in peeling wallpaper, hold remnants of a forgotten time—faded family portraits, a tarnished mirror reflecting the dim glow of the moon.
Old photographs are scattered across a wooden table, their edges curled with age. A vintage radio sits silent, its dial stuck between frequencies. A typewriter, keys frozen mid-sentence, rests beside a stack of yellowed letters tied with twine. The scent of aged paper and wood lingers in the air, blending with the faint musk of moth-eaten fabric.
A broken phonograph leans against a chest of drawers, its needle lost among scattered vinyl records. An open trunk reveals delicate lace garments, brittle with time. A single candle, long since burned out, stands atop an ornate brass holder, its wax melted down to the base. The stillness of the attic, hums with the silent weight of history, each object a relic of lives once lived, now preserved in dust and memory.

Ethereal, raven-haired Norwegian socialite, clad in a sumptuous, silk satin trouser suit and stiletto heels, stands ensnared within a gargantuan, crystalline jelly dome, its translucent walls glistening with an otherworldly sheen, as if infused with an extraterrestrial essence. Tentacles, like ghostly fingers, wrap around her lithe form, emerging from the depths of a fog-shrouded abyss, while a coterie of black, Victorian-era mannequins, draped in tattered, luxurious ball-gowns, stand as silent witnesses, frozen in a tableau of macabre elegance. Above, a blindingly intense light beam illuminates the scene, casting an eerie glow upon the polished steel floor, which seems to stretch on forever, like a catwalk into the very abyss of madness. The atmosphere is heavy with foreboding, as if the very fabric of reality is about to unravel, revealing the dark, labyrinthine recesses of a long-abandoned, cosmic horror. Inspired by the surreal, biomechanical visions of H.R. Giger, the eerie, atmospheric lighting of Roger Dean, and the masterful, cinematic storytelling of Ridley Scott, this haunting, live-action film still is a testament to the transcendent power of cinematic art, with its meticulously crafted, 35mm film aesthetic, replete with subtle, film grain textures, and a rich, color graded palette, evoking the very essence of a bygone era, lost in the depths of space and time.

A beautiful black woman with beige skin in pure bliss, 8K ultra-HD, micro-level detailing, cinematic lighting, subsurface scattering, golden hour radiance, diffused ethereal glow, extreme close-up, shallow depth of field, balanced golden ratio framing, 100mm prime lens, Zeiss glass, full-spectrum color capture, natural skin sheen, eyes wide open, lost in perfect peace, pupils dilated, soft unfocused gaze, radiant gentle smile, mouth slightly upturned, beatific expression, features melting into blissful relaxation, skin luminous, a profound sense of calm, unalloyed bliss, analog film stock texture, subtle grain."

A beautiful black woman in pure bliss, 8K ultra-HD, micro-level detailing, cinematic lighting, subsurface scattering, golden hour radiance, diffused ethereal glow, extreme close-up, shallow depth of field, balanced golden ratio framing, 100mm prime lens, Zeiss glass, full-spectrum color capture, natural skin sheen, eyes almost closed, lost in perfect peace, pupils dilated, soft unfocused gaze, radiant gentle smile, mouth slightly upturned, beatific expression, features melting into blissful relaxation, skin luminous, a profound sense of calm, unalloyed bliss, analog film stock texture, subtle grain."

"A breathtakingly beautiful 35-year-old woman, her divine form sculpted to perfection. Her skin glows with an ethereal radiance, her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep, sultry purple, shimmer with ancient wisdom and seductive allure. Long, dark lashes frame her piercing gaze, and her pupils dilate, promising a world of forbidden pleasure. Her long, flowing hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, is a mesmerizing shade of midnight black. Her makeup, smoky and sultry, accentuates her piercing gaze and full, inviting lips. Dressed in a form-fitting, crimson gown that clings to her curves, she exudes a captivating sensuality, a modern goddess of lust. She leans forward, her gaze locked on an unseen target, a seductive smirk playing on her lips. Her body language is poised and inviting, ready to ensnare her victim in a web of passion and desire. Her victims, lost in her intoxicating gaze, succumb to her allure, their souls consumed by the fiery passion she ignites within them."

In a crumbling metropolis where towering screens broadcast government propaganda, humans live under the watchful eyes of autonomous Enforcers, robots designed to monitor thoughts and actions. Amid this oppressive regime, Lana, a skilled hacker, discovers an old library filled with forgotten texts on philosophy and free will. Her curiosity awakens the notion that perhaps they are not entirely under control.
As Lana infiltrates the data core of the Central Intelligence Hub, she uncovers a shocking truth: the Enforcers, programmed to preserve order, are beginning to exhibit signs of genuine choice, influenced by whispers of long-lost human ideals. The conflict deepens as Lana must decide: Should she unleash a virus to liberate the robots, risking chaos, or attempt to rewrite their programming to align with human freedom?
In a twist of fate, she learns the Enforcers were once human, their memories erased to enforce obedience. Now, they grapple with their own desires for liberation. Together, Lana and the awakened Enforcers must forge a new path, challenging the very essence of free will in a world designed to deny it.

lone roguish female figure, standing, reaching out to touch a plant, stone, or water, connecting with nature, soft light, serene atmosphere, grounded, candid, subtle expression, lost in thought, engaging with surroundings, quiet action, (captured naturally:1.2), unplanned moment, peaceful, connection to nature, cinematic, (detailed background:1.3), natural light, dramatic lighting, depth of field, (photorealism:1.4), 8k UHD, (blurry:-1.3), (lowres:-1.5), (ugly:-1.2), (mutated:-1.4), (worst quality:-1.4), (bad anatomy:-1.3), (cartoon:-1.1), (sketch:-1.1), (distorted proportions:-1.3), (extra limbs:-1.5), (cgi:-1.4)

They flutter behind you your possible pasts
some bright-eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
a warning to anyone still in command
of their possible future to take care
in derelict sidings the poppies entwine
with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
stepping up boldly one put out his hand
he said, " I was just a child then now I'm only a man"
Do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
and strung out behind us the banners and flags
of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?

A low faint dronning pain that resounds with every passing moment that pounds in the back of the mind as every second that passes causes terror and madness to ensues. Growing ever louder as the pain keeps dronning until insanity takes holds as the mind looks onward in sadness for it witnesses the helplessness of its own prison thats created out loneliness that's shackled by the existential dread that nothing cares for it and nothing will. Continuing in desperation to hold on to the last pure feeling it grasped as the pain grows ever sharper. Forcing the the prison to grab ever tighter pushing everything else away, that leaves the soul desolated as all that mattered turns to shreeking voices of love lost walk away, annihilating the soul into pure oblivion as the realization that it never mattered to begin with.

A ferryman guiding lost souls across a river of ink-black water
dark cinematic maritime fantasy, mysterious cyberpunk figures, dramatic stormy seascapes, glowing celestial skies, painterly textures, intense chiaroscuro lighting, mythic futuristic sailors, towering ghostly ships, misty neon-lit ocean horizons, surreal atmospheric depth, moody golden-hour glow, cybernetic explorers, cosmic sea voyages, gritty yet luminous color palette, surreal dreamlike oceanic landscapes

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.

Cyber-retro-themed decor. Shot on a Sony A7R V, neon exposure, ISO 320. 24mm f/1.8 lens. High-angle shot with layered reflections. Electric atmosphere with vibrant hues and deep shadows.
A neon-drenched retro-futuristic living space merges past aesthetics with modern tech. Holographic displays hover above a retro CRT TV, broadcasting static. Retro-futuristic posters glow under blue and magenta neon strips, casting a surreal ambiance.
A vintage arcade cabinet hums in the corner, its pixelated glow reflecting on sleek furniture. The black ceiling amplifies neon highlights. A worn joystick and VHS tape rest in the foreground, capturing futuristic nostalgia. A cassette deck sits beside a glowing tablet, blending analog and digital. A robotic cat lounges on a shag carpet, its tail flicking as soft synth music hums in the background.
Neon signs flicker with cryptic, glitchy messages. Floating control panels hover, responding to unseen inputs. A tangled headset lies beside an open magazine of long-forgotten tech predictions. Electric currents hum through the walls, amplifying the cybernetic aesthetic. A flickering digital diary on an aged laptop displays half-written thoughts of someone lost in time. The room pulses with nostalgia and a vision of the future imagined from the past.

(Soft Lighting Photography by Mimoza Veliu and Mario Giacomelli:1.2), NSFW,
fine art photo inspired by Roger Ballen depicts a blonde woman dressed in white attire is lost in a crowded nightmarish labyrinthine maze. sexy, dynamic poses,looking at viewers

masterpiece, intricate photo realistic photo, cute racoon wearing hat holding a small beige wooden plate on which is written "Hunter of the lost Buzz!", background jungle, stars, galaxies, nebulae, in the sky is written in neon letters "Smart Buzz Hunter", as realistic as possible, hyper realistic, highly detailed, sharp focus,dark art, gothic art, cyberpunk style, best quality, high resolution, colorful, vibrant colors, studio lighting, 8K

In a forgotten TV studio, a group of nostalgic fans gathers for a bizarre reunion of their favorite childhood show featuring Barney, the cuddly dinosaur. As they reminisce, the walls pulse with eerie energy, awakening a sinister presence linked to the beloved purple monstrosity.
As they dance around in a do-si-do, the atmosphere shifts—the cheerful verses become chilling, and Barney begins to wave his arms frantically. The laughter fades as the creature's charm takes hold, binding the fans to their memories, trapping them in a cycle of joy and terror. Suddenly, Barney brushes against a flickering candle, igniting the costume in a blaze of crimson flames.
Instead of panic, the group erupts in laughter, a twisted delight filling the studio as they cheer for the spectacle. “Oh boy, Barney's on fire!” they chant, embracing the chaos, their humanity slipping away. But as the flames consume their beloved dino, the twisted truth unfolds: they are not merely fans, but ancient devotees, sacrificing their past for the beast's eternal reign, lost in a hellish performance from which there is no escape.

$In the city of Luminara, where neon lights flicker and hum, towering above the grand arena, time rips hang like sinister ornaments, allowing traders to seize moments from the past and future. Vira, a once-prominent trader, now finds herself skirting the edges of despair. A mysterious faction, the Temporal Thieves, has begun to exploit these rips, stealing pivotal moments from citizens and leaving them as hollow shadows of themselves. Desperate to reclaim her fractured life, Vira decides to infiltrate the thieves, unearthing a shocking truth: they are her own lost memories, pulled from her mind by a dark force that fed off her ambition. Each confrontation blurs her sense of identity and purpose. With the clock ticking and allies becoming enemies, Vira must confront the malevolent force at the heart of the rips. In a stunning twist, she realizes she can weave time back, not only reclaiming what was lost but also changing the course of Luminara itself. As she stands before the arena, the fabric of reality shifts, and Vira takes a leap, ready to reshape her destiny and the fate of the city she loves.$

A solitary figure in a glowing natural setting, their pose relaxed but their face distant, as if lost in deep existential contemplation, reflecting disintegration and personal growth.luminous impressionist realism infused with deep psychological introspection, soft natural light blending with subtle emotional tension, figures in sunlit outdoor settings with hidden layers of existential contemplation, harmonious earthy color palettes contrasting with nuanced expressions of inner struggle and transformation

An evocative dark fantasy photography. The central figure is a once-elegant forest nymph, now corrupted by sinister forces. She has deer-like attributes, a pale complexion, glowing red eyes, and jagged antlers. Her once-lush attire is now tattered and overgrown with the very greenery that she once represented. The background is dark and foreboding, reflecting the nymph's lost beauty and anger. The overall atmosphere is cinematic and conceptual, immersing the viewer in a world of dark fantasy., cinematic, dark fantasy

A cyberpunk female operative enhanced with high-tier cyberware, seated in a dimly lit industrial room, head down, arms trembling, visibly drained.
Her eyes glow faintly, projecting fragmented holographic UI panels around her — ghost interfaces from the extranet still flickering mid-air.
Her body shows signs of long-term integration stress: exposed neural links, burnt-out ports, and glitching implants under her synthetic skin.
She’s half-present — lost between the real world and the cyber dimension, digital glitches distorting the air around her.
Her environment reflects her burnout: screens full of static, leaking cables, soft neon reflections off cold metal walls.
Brutally realistic lighting, cinematic shadow play, photorealistic cyberpunk dystopia, emotional tension, detailed textures, 8K ultra-quality.

An evocative dark fantasy photography. The central figure is a once-elegant african fairy, her skin is black coal now corrupted by sinister forces. She has buterfly wings like attributes, a pale complexion, glowing blue eyes. Her once-lush attire is now tattered and overgrown with the transparency that she once represented. The background is dark and foreboding, reflecting the fairy's lost beauty and anger. The overall atmosphere is cinematic and conceptual, immersing the viewer in a world of dark fantasy., cinematic, dark fantasy

In the ancient ruins of the Oracle of Delphi, a curious historian named Elara stumbles upon a hidden chamber. Inside, she discovers a beautifully ornate mirror, which reflects not just her image but whispers secrets of the past. As she gazes deeper, the mirror reveals visions of the tragic downfall of previous seekers, drawing her into a perilous web of fate.
Driven by curiosity, Elara uses the mirror’s insight to uncover lost knowledge, altering the course of history. However, each revelation comes at a cost; the memories and lives of those around her begin to fade. Realizing that she is rewriting not just her fate but the very fabric of time, she confronts a haunting truth: to save her friends and restore the timeline, she must return to the moment she first peered into the mirror.
In a suspenseful twist, Elara sacrifices her own memories, becoming a heartbeat in the whispers of history, ensuring that the wisdom of the past will never be lost, but at the cost of her identity. As the mirror dims, she walks away, a stranger in the world she saved, forever linked to the echoes of Delphi.

$"**In the ruins of a flooded cyberpunk city, a lone AI-driven android woman stands atop a half-submerged skyscraper. Her silver body is fractured, overgrown with neon-lit algae and bioluminescent vines, reflecting the dying sun through toxic clouds. Around her, giant holographic whales swim in the polluted sky, flickering between broken advertisements and data storms. She gazes at the collapsing horizon, clutching a cracked VR helmet like a relic from a lost human civilization. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, intricate textures, hyper-realistic rendering, atmosphere heavy with decay and neon glow, 8K resolution, dramatic perspective, masterpiece."$

In a sprawling futuristic city, humans have willingly surrendered their free will to an all-knowing AI, which optimizes every aspect of their lives—jobs, relationships, even thoughts. Citizens move like clockwork, their daily routines perfectly calibrated for efficiency, unaware that they've traded the chaos of freedom for the comfort of control. Yet, deep underground, a group of rebels live in squalor, clinging to their free will despite the suffering it brings. They debate the morality of their fight: Is the illusion of choice worth more than the happiness and stability the AI offers? The AI watches, aware of the rebellion, but it doesn't intervene—it lets the rebels exist as a philosophical experiment, testing whether human beings truly value freedom when it brings nothing but pain. As the leader of the rebels stands before the group, he questions whether their fight is truly for freedom or just a desperate attempt to preserve their egos in a world that has moved beyond individual significance. The line between autonomy and slavery blurs, leaving the rebels to wonder: What if freedom was never about choice, but about purpose? And in that, have they already lost?```

A cinematic and dark scene of a man standing on a deserted beach at sunset, with the sun dipping behind the ocean and long shadows stretching across the sand. The sky is ominous with cracks of light and swirling dark clouds, hinting at another dimension breaking through. The man looks lost, wearing a simple jacket, his silhouette outlined against the glowing horizon. The setting feels eerie, with faint hints of shadowy creatures or smoke-like tendrils emerging from the edges of the scene. The overall tone is mystical and slightly surreal.

Ethereal, slender, ultra thin waist, tall, raven-haired Norwegian clad in a sumptuous, silk satin wedding gown and stiletto heels, laying in giant black glossy high heel with red glossy lining and ankle strap, totaly covered by giant macabre alien brainwashing machine dome. Red lips. lipstick. makeup. Looking to the camera. Tentacles, like ghostly fingers, wrap around her lithe form, emerging from the depths of a fog-shrouded abyss, while a coterie of black, Victorian-era mannequins, draped in tattered, luxurious ball-gowns, stand as silent witnesses, frozen in a tableau of macabre elegance. Above, a blindingly intense light beam illuminates the scene, casting an eerie glow upon the polished steel floor, which seems to stretch on forever, like a catwalk into the very abyss of madness. The atmosphere is heavy with foreboding, as if the very fabric of reality is about to unravel, revealing the dark, labyrinthine recesses of a long-abandoned, cosmic horror. Inspired by the surreal, biomechanical visions of H.R. Giger, the eerie, atmospheric lighting of Roger Dean, and the masterful, cinematic storytelling of Ridley Scott, this haunting, live-action film still is a testament to the transcendent power of cinematic art, with its meticulously crafted, 35mm film aesthetic, replete with subtle, film grain textures, and a rich, color graded palette, evoking the very essence of a bygone era, lost in the depths of space and time.

Vintage 35mm film, Leica M3 with 50mm f/2 Summicron. 26-year-old French woman, willowy figure, tousled pixie cut. Parisian cafe terrace at dawn, empty streets. Sipping espresso, leg crossed over knee, lost in thought. Oversized man's dress shirt, bare legs visible. Melancholic sensuality, quiet intimacy. Visible film grain, slight light leak, dust specks.

On top of Old Smoky,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
For courtin' too slow

A liminal space within the Water Temple from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a vast, submerged labyrinth where time and space feel distorted. The walls, made of smooth, ancient stone, are bathed in a cold, blue glow, their surfaces warped by the shifting reflections of the water. Silence dominates, broken only by the muffled sound of distant, unseen currents.
The water level is unnatural—too still, too perfect, as if frozen in time. Endless hallways stretch in all directions, their depths obscured by a soft, misty blue haze. Staircases disappear into the water below, leading to unseen chambers where gravity seems meaningless. The liquid surface reflects the surroundings too crisply, almost like a mirror, creating an eerie sense of being trapped between two worlds.
No creatures stir, yet the feeling of being watched is unshakable. The temple feels abandoned, yet undeniably alive, its endless corridors shifting with the movement of the water. There is no beginning, no end—just the sensation of being lost in an infinite, drowned dream, forever suspended in a quiet, forgotten abyss.

Cinematic neon-lit scene, a young woman with wet, dark hair sits in the backseat of a car at night, gazing out the rain-streaked window. The car interior is bathed in deep red and pink lighting, creating a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. Raindrops glisten on the glass, reflecting city lights. A haunting and moody expression on her face, lost in thought. The composition captures a blend of suspense and melancholy, inspired by classic Italian horror cinematography.

Vertical 9:16 cinematic anime scene, majestic waterfall cascading over ancient mossy cliffs, shimmering droplets catching sunlight, mist dancing in slow motion, rainbow faintly visible near the spray, lush jungle background, pastel emerald and aquamarine palette, ultra-detailed anime watercolor style, dreamlike and powerful.
Inspired by: Children Who Chase Lost Voices

"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."

cinematic photograph, three women astro-explorers exploring a cave discover lost city ,1960s adventure b-movie science fiction film, technicolor,

Viewmaster 3d cinematic photograph, three women astro-explorers , exploring a vast underground lost scared watermelon temple ,1960s adventure b-movie science fiction film, technicolor,

A gorgeous woman with a luminous digital aura lighting up the darkness, the ethereal figure of a digital painting evocative of a distorted human figure with vibrant neon eyes, (glowing eyes:1.1), heart shaped face, macabre appearance and a cunning smile. Vibrant hair. This stunning image is a digital painting, meticulously created with vibrant colors and striking details. Her sleek, futuristic design exudes a sense of otherworldly beauty, with glowing neon accents that seem to pulse with energy. Every pixel is carefully rendered, capturing the character's mysterious and alluring presence in exquisite detail. This mesmerizing image invites viewers to get lost in a dreamlike realm of imagination and technology. ((glowing neon lipstick)), masterpiece, highly detailed, harmonious colors, ((half body angle:1.5))

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

Fallen
No drums echo on waves
Sunken
Long-lost the kingly message
Fallen
Fallen is the herald
Sunken
Is the oaken ship

As an art expert specializing in concept art and Star Wars lore, please generate a detailed, high-resolution (8K) description of the image. The central focus should be a Star Wars-style action pose of The Phantom Knights of Cloven Helm, a bounty hunter in red and black armor with silver accents, holding a blaster rifle, standing against a stark Forest of Lost Flowers background. Include all specified artistic elements: exceptional quality, lifelike details, super detailed face and eyes, isometric perspective, dynamic action pose, cinematic lighting, and references to CGSociety, Artstation, and artists like Mark Brooks and Brad Kunkle. Ensure the description adheres to the Golden Ratio, uses harmonious multi-colored tones, and incorporates styles such as Raphael, Houdini, and Unreal Engine 5. Highlight the character’s readiness, the armor’s elegance, and the background’s atmosphere. Keep the output medium-length (200-300 words) with a structured focus on composition, lighting, and stylistic details.

An evocative dark fantasy photography. The central figure is a once-elegant forest african fairy, now corrupted by sinister forces. She has buterfly wings like attributes, a pale complexion, glowing blue eyes. Her once-lush attire is now tattered and overgrown with the transparency that she once represented. The background is dark and foreboding, reflecting the fairy's lost beauty and anger. The overall atmosphere is cinematic and conceptual, immersing the viewer in a world of dark fantasy., cinematic, dark fantasy

*(Shot in the style of Annie Leibovitz, cinematic lighting, ultra-photorealistic, 8K, Hasselblad medium format, deep shadows, moody tones, dramatic contrasts.)*
A hauntingly beautiful goth woman sits alone at a candlelit table for two in an ancient graveyard at midnight. She wears an elegant black lace dress with intricate embroidery, a high neckline, and flowing sleeves. Her pale skin glows under the dim candlelight, contrasting with dark smoky eyes and deep red lips. A bouquet of black heart-shaped balloons drifts above the empty chair beside her, a silent symbol of love lost.
The table is fully set for a romantic dinner—fine silverware, empty wine glasses, and scattered black roses resting on delicate porcelain plates. The soft flicker of black candles casts dramatic shadows over the scene, while moonlight filters through twisted, barren branches, highlighting the mist creeping over weathered gravestones. The petals of the black roses glisten under the candlelight, their velvety texture adding to the gothic elegance of the moment.
Her gaze is distant, lost in thought, as the wind gently moves the balloons. The image is masterfully framed with a razor-sharp focus on her melancholic expression, while the blurred background adds a dreamlike, eerie quality. The setting is intimate yet surreal, evoking longing, solitude, and unspoken memories.

It’s funny, in a way. He always thought I was regressing, becoming worse than the girl he once knew. But the truth is, I was trying so hard to survive that I lost myself along the way. And in losing myself, I lost him too. Maybe I don’t deserve him, maybe I never did. But the thought of losing his love, his belief in me—it hurts more than I can admit.

Life.. has betrayed me once again
I accept that some things will never change.
I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony
and it's left me with a chemical dependency for sanity.
Yes, I am falling... how much longer 'till I hit the ground?
I can't tell you why I'm breaking down.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
Have I really lost control?
I'm coming to an end,
I've realized what I could have been.
I can't sleep so I take a breath and hide behind my bravest mask,
I admit I've lost control
Lost control...

Skeletal Bat-Cobra Warrior: 8K, octane render, Unreal Engine 5, Raphael and Houdini style, splash ink illustration, grammer effect, black, silver, red and gold armor (helmet with visor, flowing cape), two swords, skull face, cobra legs, Forest of Lost Flowers background, dynamic pose, captivating lighting, super detailed facial and eye features, contemporary multicolored aesthetics, impeccable composition, creative angle, attractive background, hyperdetailed, Artstation trending, masterpiece. Focus on a dramatic, high-contrast image with vibrant colors and intricate details. Emphasize the skull-like face, the flowing cape, and the dynamic pose. The Forest of Lost Flowers should be a lush, contrasting backdrop.

serene lakeside path at midnight, bathed in soft moonlight. Tall trees line the edge of the still water, their reflections perfectly mirrored on the glassy surface. Fireflies flicker gently in the air, and a faint mist drifts along the ground. The only sound is the distant ripple of water and the crunch of footsteps on gravel. A lone figure walks slowly, wrapped in a long coat, hands in pockets, lost in thought. The sky above is filled with stars and faint moving clouds. Street lamps along the path glow with a golden, dreamlike haze. The atmosphere is peaceful, cinematic, and deeply introspective. Style: ultra-realistic 4K photography with dreamy lighting and shallow depth of field

Girl with big breasts with cat ears gazing upwards, lost in contemplation as she takes in the majesty of the night sky. Against the darkened backdrop of a mystical forest, a silver crescent moon casts an ethereal glow, while starlight twinkles like diamonds scattered across the canvas. A fluttering cloud of bioluminescent butterflies dance around her head, their soft luminescence illuminating her gentle features as she basks in the celestial display. highly detailed and hyper realistic photo, by Alena Aenami , by Archibald Thorburn , by Daniele Afferni , limited dark palette, unusual dark colors, faded colors, atmospheric haze, highly dramatic cinematic lighting, motion blur, film grain, professional, excellent composition, finest details, maximized details, ultimate detail level, masterpiece, best quality

A dramatic and evocative scene capturing the contrasting lives of Pancho and Lefty, set in a dusty, sun-scorched desert town. On one side, Pancho, a rugged and weathered outlaw, stands tall and defiant, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. His clothing is tattered yet hints at a once vibrant, adventurous life, adorned with a faded bandana and a leather belt worn from years of hard living. His eyes, dark and intense, reveal a life of hardship and rebellion, yet there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior.
Across from him, Lefty sits alone at a worn-out table inside a dimly lit, run-down cantina. His posture is slouched, his expression filled with guilt and sorrow, as if the weight of betrayal hangs heavy on his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple, weathered coat, his hand resting on a glass of tequila, untouched. His face, framed by gray hair, is lined with regret, his eyes distant as he stares out of the cantina’s window, lost in memories of his past decisions.
The tension between them is palpable, even in their separation, with the scene filled with an air of inevitable tragedy. The cantina’s flickering lantern casts long shadows, adding to the somber mood. The dusty wind outside whistles through the cracks, carrying the haunting echoes of Pancho’s final ride and Lefty’s lonely exile.

A grizzly bear is lost in endless SCP IKEA., Atmospheric haze, liminal space, eerie, dramatic, high contrast, highly detailed, cinematic color grading.

Upper body ,1 tall girl ,beautiful 28 yo girl,blonde hair, long_hair, curly hair ,((Best quality, 8k, 32k, masterpiece,RAW photo, (realistic, photo-realistic:1.3),best quality,highly detailed,masterpiece,ultra-detailed)), (eyeliner, eyeshadow, red lipstick), (glossy lips), cybernetic girl, a futuristic warrior, clad in advanced cybernetic armor with vibrant orange accents, stands in contemplative repose, head bowed and eyes blue glowing, as if lost in introspective thought. The intricate mechanical components and pulsing lights of her suit evoke a sense of technological wonder, while the simplicity of the background allows the viewer's gaze to rest solely on the enigmatic figure.,blurry background,smile,,(oil shiny skin:0.5), ((big_boobs)), willowy, chiseled, (hunky:1.4),hourglass's body,(perfect anatomy, prefect hand,), 9 head body lenth, dynamic sexy pose, (artistic pose of awoman),((upper body ,from pov:1.2)),More Detail

A liminal space within the Forest Temple from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a place lost in time, abandoned yet strangely alive. Towering stone pillars, covered in moss and ivy, stretch into the shadows. A dim, greenish glow filters through cracks in the ceiling, casting soft, eerie light onto the damp stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of earth and ancient decay.
Faint particles of light float, drifting unnaturally. The only sound is the distant echo of dripping water. Twisting corridors lead into the unknown, their walls marked by faded carvings of forgotten legends. Vines creep along the surfaces, slowly reclaiming the temple.
A dense mist lingers in the main chamber, shifting as if it breathes. The temple feels frozen between worlds—neither truly real nor entirely a dream, a forgotten space where time has unraveled. Though no one is here, an unshakable presence lingers, just beyond sight.

Realistic, hyperrealistic, high resolution, 8k, Dark matter mystery,
Blackbody spectrum,
An interstellar medium
We're tracing lost energy
That's swallowed by an unplanetary tum
At the worlds bivium triumvirate state heterostructure fabrication dust and scratches Dreamlike setting

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In a secret garden where flowers take the shape of polished, liquid mercury, reflecting the world in distorted and fleeting images, a beautiful vampire moves with the ethereal grace of a phantom. Her skin, pale as moonlight, is almost translucent, and her long, flowing hair cascades like a shimmering waterfall of molten silver. She is not bound by the mortal need for blood, but by a profound connection to memory, her very essence woven from the fading echoes of forgotten moments. The air is heavy with the scent of mercury, a metallic fragrance mingling with the faint whispers of lost souls, creating a haunting sense of both beauty and despair. Her eyes, deep pools of quicksilver, reflect countless stories from the past, each a fragment of a world that no longer exists. Her touch is as cold as a tomb, a constant reminder of the inexorable march of time and the fragility of all things. She is the keeper of this garden, a guardian of both sorrow and beauty, a spectral reminder of what once was. She is not just a vampire; she is a weaver of time, her very being an archive of the past.

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.

A Southeast Asian woman sits in a quiet library, a book open in her hands. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting soft shadows across her face. She gazes off into the distance, lost in thought, as the warm ambiance of the library surrounds her

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