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A liminal space inside Peach’s Castle from Super Mario 64. The large, open entry hall with its checkered floors is silent and still, the bright, colorful walls now faded and worn. The grand staircase, flanked by golden banisters, leads upwards, but the steps feel far too distant, as if the upper floors are unreachable. The tall, arched windows cast long shadows, and the once vibrant paintings on the walls seem to hang lifelessly, their subjects distant and indifferent.
The air is thick and quiet, and the usual echo of footsteps now feels unnaturally loud in the emptiness. The corridors stretch out, but their paths seem endless, as if the space is larger than it should be, with no sense of direction or purpose. The familiar and welcoming atmosphere of the castle now feels abandoned, as if it’s suspended in time, creating an overwhelming sense of solitude and unease. The stillness is oppressive, and it’s impossible to shake the feeling of being alone in an empty, forgotten place.

A squad of high-tech space mercenaries in polygonal armor ambushes an enemy patrol inside a dimly lit spaceship corridor. The mercenaries, clad in angular, faceted armor that reflects the corridor’s faint emergency lights, move with military precision, each suit outlined by glowing neon-blue energy lines. They take strategic cover behind bulkheads and doorframes, plasma rifles trained on their targets, with holographic HUDs displayed on their reflective visors. The squad leader signals silently, and the mercenaries coordinate seamlessly, their polygonal armor allowing flexible movement in the narrow, metallic hallway. The enemy patrol, caught off guard, is illuminated by flickering red alert lights as the mercenaries launch their ambush with precision fire, the corridor filling with bursts of plasma and ricocheting light.

Mature and battle weary space pirates in a futuristic corridor , full body photo. Perfect Composition, realistic photographic image, RAW photo highest quality, Luis Royo style composition, perfect directional lighting, high contrast

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 within the Belly of Jabu-Jabu from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a vast, organic cavern suspended between the living and the inanimate. The fleshy walls pulse faintly, their slick, wet surfaces illuminated by an eerie bioluminescent glow. The air is thick and humid, filled with the distant, rhythmic sound of something deep within, breathing.
A translucent, membranous floor stretches ahead, shifting slightly underfoot, as if the temple itself is aware of your presence. Veins of glowing blue and red branch across the walls, pulsating in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The corridors curve unnaturally, leading into deeper chambers where echoes distort, making it unclear if the sound is coming from ahead or behind.
A strange silence lingers, not of emptiness, but of something waiting. Though no creatures stir, the feeling of being inside something vast and alive is undeniable. The space feels endless yet claustrophobic, an otherworldly sanctuary neither hostile nor safe. Here, in this forgotten, organic labyrinth, time and reality feel distant—as if swallowed by something greater than oneself.

A dark and eerie corridor inside an abandoned spaceship, with flickering lights casting long, unsettling shadows. The walls are covered in strange, alien markings, and the metallic surfaces are corroded and rusted. The air is thick with an ominous, heavy silence, broken only by the occasional distant creak of the ship's structure. The end of the corridor fades into darkness, leaving an unsettling sense of what might be lurking in the shadows.

A hauntingly dark spaceship corridor, where the lights are barely functioning, casting ominous, strobing patterns on the walls. The metallic surfaces are cold and reflective, with strange, alien symbols etched into them. The corridor feels abandoned, yet there’s a sense of dread, as if something dangerous lurks just out of sight. In the distance, a faint, eerie glow emanates from around a corner, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

An ultra-realistic portrait of a Dark Knight, captured from the knees up in a narrow corridor approximately two meters wide. The scene is set at night, shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by flickering torches mounted on the stone walls, casting eerie shadows. The knight, a middle-aged man with a weary expression, wears a battered armor adorned with scratches and bloodstains, evidence of recent battles. He holds a blood-soaked sword, with crimson droplets dripping onto the floor. His face is marked by exhaustion, featuring several scars and a fresh wound from which blood trickles down his chin. His stubbled jaw and tired eyes convey a sense of resilience and determination, creating a powerful, cinematic image that reflects the grim reality of his life as a warrior.

Photo of a maintenance robot, (wearing a yellow hardhat, grey janitor overalls, black work boots), holding a large screwdriver, (a sign displaying the word "Maintenance, BRB" is visible), in a spaceship corridor, comedic atmosphere, the android has a cyborg face with a world-weary expression, Cinematic lighting, 8k, ultra realistic, hyper detailed, sci-fi, highlights, RAW, realistic, photo, best quality, (dramatic lighting), (sharp focus, intricate), Style-DoF

A haunting, abandoned corridor in an old building, dimly lit by flickering, malfunctioning lights. The walls are cracked, peeling, and stained with dark, uneven patches that give the impression of something decayed. The floor is covered with cracked tiles and faded, torn carpet, but some areas are unnervingly smooth, as though worn down by something unknown.
At the end of the corridor, a door stands ajar, revealing only darkness beyond, an oppressive void that seems to swallow up the light. Faint, distorted shadows seem to stretch unnaturally along the walls, casting eerie, warped shapes. The air is thick with an almost palpable tension, as if something might emerge from the darkness at any moment, yet there’s no sign of life.
A few abandoned objects—an overturned chair, a broken picture frame—lie scattered across the floor, abandoned carelessly, giving the room the feeling of a place left in haste. The atmosphere feels cold, suffocating, and wrong. There’s no noise, no movement, just an overwhelming sense of something being off, as though the space itself is alive, waiting.
The entire scene is bathed in dull, muted tones, with dark corners that seem to swallow up the light, giving it an overwhelming sense of emptiness and a deeply unsettling feeling of being watched.

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.

dark fantasy comic, scifi anime, cinematic movie, extremely sharp image, high details, hard shadows, filmgrain, scifi synthwave atmosphere, night photography, low light, character in shadows, very dark,
zoomed in, orthographic, camera zoom, telelens, dynamic action camera angle closeup of face seen from the side above, seen from the front.
Speedlines, motionblur, extreme speed,
Tall thin person wearing a black fullbody suite with golden stripes. Combat boots, black gloves. serious look on face. blue eyes. Thin face.
Long dark hair waving in the wind.
Duplicating dark blue silhoutte illusion, shadowy dark purple trace, extreme speed, slowmotion.
mystic purple illusion aura, electricity surrounding body.
Running on a gigantic tall and wide bridge.
Abysall void below. Dark background, Nighttime.
Megastructure, industrial design, Brutalist architecture.
Huge wide and infinite corridor.
Wires, cables, pipes, analogue mechanical buttons, metal grating, concrete walls.

A dimly lit corridor stretches before two ominous doors, one bathed in warm, golden light and the other shrouded in deep shadows. The words 'Your Choice' are scrawled across the top of each door, while 'Sacrifice Yourself' is written in bold letters on the left and 'Sacrifice Others' on the right. The air is thick with tension as a figure stands at the threshold, contemplating the weighty decision before them.

"Create a highly detailed, hyper-realistic digital painting in the style of Batman comics and Studio Ghibli films, incorporating the golden ratio and micro details. The scene features a dark red, slimy monster named Kingpin in a dimly lit basement, with teen titans and a shadow cast from a dark corridor. Use vibrant colors, cinematic lighting, and sharp focus to emphasize the intricate textures and illustrative elements, akin to the work of artists like Alphonse Mucha, Makoto Shinkai, Hideaki Anno, Geoffroy Thoorens, and Wlop, in 8K resolution."

cinematic movie, hard shadows, filmgrain, scifi synthwave atmosphere, night photography, low light.
closeup, dynamic action camera angle closeup of face seen from the side above
Tall thin man wearing a black fullbody suite with golden stripes. Combat boots, black gloves.
Long dark hair waving in the wind.
Duplicating silhoutte, shadowy trace, extreme speed, slowmotion.
Electric footprints sparking electricity,
Running on a gigantic tall and wide bridge.
Abysall void below. Dark background, Nighttime.
Megastructure, industrial design, Brutalist architecture.
Huge wide and infinite corridor

A creepy, dimly-lit corridor on a derelict spaceship, with broken wires hanging from the ceiling and steam hissing from ruptured pipes. The walls are lined with old, malfunctioning control panels that flash sporadically with error messages. The floor is littered with debris, and strange, organic-looking growths have started to take over parts of the ship. The atmosphere is thick with tension, as if something unseen is watching from the shadows.

A chilling, abandoned spaceship corridor, with dim, red emergency lights casting an eerie glow. The walls are scarred with deep scratches and burn marks, and strange, unsettling noises echo faintly in the distance. The floor is uneven, with parts of it caved in or covered in debris, and a thick mist hangs low in the air, making it difficult to see what lies ahead. The atmosphere is heavy with fear, as if the corridor is a trap waiting to spring.

A terrifying corridor within a decaying spaceship, illuminated by a few flickering, weak lights. The walls are covered in strange, pulsating organic matter, and the air is filled with an eerie, low hum. The floor is slick with an unknown, dark substance, and the corridor seems to stretch endlessly into the darkness. There's an overwhelming sense of dread, as if the ship itself is alive and malevolent.

Mature and battle weary space soldiers in a futuristic corridor , full body photo. Perfect Composition, realistic photographic image, RAW photo highest quality, Luis Royo style composition, perfect directional lighting, high contrast

By Jean Nouvel, angular art, desolate dungeon, "The capture of Constantinople", Seapunk Art, studio lighting, high-resolution CGI rendering of an ancient, dilapidated stone corridor, dimly lit with a mix of natural and artificial light, creating a moody atmosphere. The walls and ceiling are made of weathered, grey stone, with cracks and patches of moss suggesting long neglect. The floor is covered in a mix of rubble, debris, and worn stone slabs, adding to the sense of abandonment. In the background, a large, arched doorway leads into a dark, shadowy area. A narrow beam of light filters through the doorway, illuminating a portion of the corridor, casting stark shadows and highlighting the decay. On the left wall, a small, rectangular window allows a faint blue light to enter, contrasting with the warm, orange light from the wall sconces on either side of the corridor. These sconces are mounted on the walls and emit a soft, flickering glow, adding to the eerie ambiance. The ceiling is adorned with a network of rusted, hanging chains and cables, adding to the industrial, post-apocalyptic feel. The overall color palette is dominated by shades of grey, brown, and muted blues, enhancing the scene's desolate and forgotten quality.

"Create a hyper-realistic image of a chibi space marine, clad in a bulky space suit and helmet, standing in a dark and foreboding abandoned hallway of a deserted spacecraft. The atmosphere should be tense and eerie, with a sense of foreboding and danger. The hallway should be pitch black, with a single flashlight mounted to the marine's shoulder, casting a narrow beam of light down the corridor. Above, a broken light fixture should be sparking, with white sparks flying out, indicating faulty wiring. The marine should be holding a mini space rifle, complete with a scope and a red holographic glowing lens on the end. The lens should be casting a faint, otherworldly glow on the surrounding environment. The overall effect should be one of intense, heart-pounding tension, with a focus on the sense of isolation and vulnerability in a hostile, alien environment." highest-Quality, 8 k, intricate details, visually stunning, Masterpiece

a photograph of two creepy brown skinned adult women twins with a blank facial expressions with glowing white eyes, wearing vintage dirty white babydoll dresses, wild long dreadlocks that completely cover their face, they are standing at the far end of a long hotel corridor, analog photo, Sony - Cinema Line FX30 Super 35 Camera, inspired by The Shining by Stanley Kubrick.

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.

Hyperrealistic portrait of a woman with red hair, wearing noble and futuristic clothes of a exstreamly detailed and futuristic jewellery with a small blade in the waist and a thinking attitude looking at the camera in a large corridor of a large spaceship with the silhouette of an orange planet in the background. variety of aliens all around her walking and going about the business.

A liminal space of an endless, dimly lit corridor, stretching unnaturally far. The old, yellowish lights flicker inconsistently, casting elongated shadows along the worn-out carpet and stained, featureless walls. A feeling of wrongness lingers in the air—something about this place feels familiar, yet entirely unnatural.
The further you look down the corridor, the darker it gets, the walls subtly bending, as if the space itself is warping. The sound of your own breath and footsteps feel too loud, amplified in the thick, unsettling silence.
Then, you see it.
Nestled in the deepest shadows at the far end of the hall, a grin emerges. Not just a grin—a massive, inhuman smile, too wide, too sharp, gleaming unnaturally against the darkness. It is not attached to a face. It simply floats there, watching.
And with every flicker of the dying lights… it moves closer.

Create a highly detailed, matte painting-style concept art of a mud monster in the style of Batman comics, with a dark red, slimer-like face and skin. Incorporate the elegant, intricate aesthetic of Alphonse Mucha and the color scheme of Morandi, with a white and gold palette. Set the scene in a dimly lit, dark corridor basement, with sharp focus on the monster's face and skin. Use a bambino pen-inspired line art style and include micro details and shadows. Reference the Teen Titans and Kingpin characters, with a hint of a 'bumbler' persona. The output should be a high-quality, HD image with lifelike details.

A full-body robot with a CRT monitor for a head, set against a futuristic white corridor. The monitor displays the text 'Thanks for 1.000 followers' in pixel font, with green text on a black background. The robot, designed in a sleek cyberpunk style, is giving a thumbs-up with both hands and has a futuristic, detailed appearance.

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.

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.

Another corridor stretches round in a circle, and again the color scheme
reverts to a deep blood red. There are no ornaments or paintings here, though
there are various notices pinned onto the walls. There are chairs and lamps
dotted around.

vicgoth, <lora:victoriangothic_v40_rank64_bf16-step00720:0.8>, A shadowy corridor illuminated by a single flickering candle, where a weathered, ornate lace pink mask rests on the ground, partially hidden beneath creeping shadows. The walls are lined with faded portraits whose eyes seem to follow, creating an unsettling sense of surveillance. Wisps of fog curl through the air, thickening the atmosphere with a sense of foreboding and mystery. The color palette features grays and deep blacks, accentuated by the

A liminal space within the Great Deku Tree from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a hollow, ancient being frozen in time. The vast wooden chamber stretches endlessly upward, its twisted roots forming an intricate web of passageways and platforms. The air is heavy with the scent of damp moss and aged bark, as if the tree itself is breathing in slow, silent intervals.
Faint golden light filters through cracks in the wood, casting long, wavering shadows. Floating dust particles dance in the still air, their movement unsettlingly slow. The corridors formed by the tree’s interior twist and spiral unnaturally, leading into deeper, darker hollows.
A soft, eerie hum resonates through the empty space, neither natural nor mechanical. The atmosphere is neither welcoming nor hostile—just endlessly quiet, as if something was once here but has long since faded away. Though the tree is hollow, the feeling of being watched lingers, its presence unseen yet undeniable. The Arbre Mojo is alive, but no longer awake—a forgotten sanctuary, lost between worlds.

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

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 Taiwanese woman with long straight black hair, wearing a red knitted wool long-sleeved T-shirt with a deep V-neck, a black skirt, black stockings, and black boots, was standing next to the Christmas tree in the second-floor corridor of a white-based five-star hotel, looking down at the first-floor lobby.
FHD, Rich in details, masterpiece.

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.

A dimly lit, monolithic concrete corridor where shadows cast hidden graffiti messages, blending the ephemeral nature of street art with controlled, meditative use of space..minimalist brutalist architecture meets provocative stencil street art, raw concrete and stone textures blending with high-contrast political imagery, atmospheric lighting with conceptual urban intervention, muted neutral tones with striking visual contrast, introspective space meets rebellious social critique

In a spacious apartment hall, there are two elevators at the front with crystal lights hanging on them. There are sofas, chairs, and tables, and the second floor corridor has metal railings visible

a cute Chinese office in 22-yr lady with long brown hair and glasses. She is wearing an ivory jacket see through open chest white shirt with black mini shorts and brown pantyhose walking in the corridor. Best quality 3D animation. Her body is Q size.

$RAW photo, a candid full body portrait of a beautiful blonde woman wearing a (red shirt) printed with fractal art, 8k uhd, dslr, soft lighting, high quality, film grain, Fujifilm XT3 <lora:FLUX_Polyhedron_all_Kohya_ss-000001:0.1> small chin, (no freckles:0.5), perfect eyes, glowing irises, ((even eyes)), ((even pupils)), round iris, detailed pupils, light reflections, visible cornea, blood vessels, (wet skin:1.1), (sweat:1.1), white winter skin, wax skin, marble skin, pale skin, clear skin, [[skin blemishes]], skin pores, blush, flushed cheeks, [[[[[moles]]]]], wrinkles, [[[[vitiligo spots]]]], [[whiteheads]], [[[blackheads]]], [pimples], perfect hands, shiny bright eyes, centered pupils, blood vessels in sclera, detailed skin, [[oiled shiny skin]], beauty spots, skin fuzz, shine from within, hands off face, not asian she holds a strange device in his hand that consists of glowing fractals which form the universe she stands in a strange but colorful corridor or tunnel that consists of fractals with a fractal floor and a double spiral staircase, fractal art, a fractal, (apophysis:1.1), helix, infinity, non euclidean, golden spiral, fibonacci, julian, mandelbrot <lora:FLUX_Polyhedron_fractal_art_Kohya_ss-000001:1>$

hi resolution, photorealistic, 8K, A woman, with long blonde hair, wearing a short white dress, her blue eyes open in alarm, is running down a long corridor, its walls and floors dark stone, behind her a spectral figure can be seen

Superheroine walking through a corridor with dark orange metallic walls and several security systems to keep people out. Bullets are flying and hitting the ground without harming her.
( ((long straight red hair),(blue almond-shaped eyes),perfectly smooth skin. red gloves, glossy metalic yellow latex bodysuit embedded with countless gleaming silver buckles and features, ((((red leather boots)))), ((((red domino around the eyes mask)))), white skin, Ukrainian woman, Russian woman, full lips), perfect detailed face,

Create a close-up of a grotesque Shrek Joker hybrid in a dark, ominous corridor inspired by 'Corridor to Dark World' by Lotte Victor Nizovtsev. Incorporate elements of mikado, , and surrealism, with an airbrushed, triadic color scheme reminiscent of William-Adolphe Bouguereau and Artgerm. Ensure the image is intensely beautiful, with micro and lifelike details in high-definition quality.

Photo of a small Jack-O-Lantern pumpkin with spider legs like human fingers creeping on a floor . Kodak MC3 Photo Style. Snapshot from an 80's horror film. Creepy, mysterious, frightening scene. The pumpkin appears to be about to jump on the viewer. Evil grin. Spider legs looks like long thin creepy human fingers. Background a dark creepy abandoned old mansion with torn curtains and dust-covered floors. Ultra realistic vintage photo. High detail. Cinematic horror movie scene. High angle. Gloomy mansion with dark corridors. Horror movie scene with dramatic shadows and high contrast. Surrealist horror. Dynamic action scene. Film grain. The overall atmosphere is one of old horror movies. captured in the style of a documentary photograph. Depth of field. Dutch angle, view from above.

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.

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