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    a gorgeous young woman in a semi transparent red gown wearing knee high roman sri-lanker sandals walks through a town of toy houses. the houses look like a toddler played with plastic and metal construction kit parts, and crammed together all wrong parts and colors. the woman destroys the houses as she goes and behind her is total destruction.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch.
    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
    a kunoichi in the sengoku period, hiding in the shadows in a japanese castle courtyard at night, her mission is to gather intel about the lord of the castle, not eliminate him, the air is tense an she is putting her life on the line
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    japanese shrine maiden, dancing alone, dusk, lanterns, dramatic lighting, dreamy atmosphere, shinto shrine, best quality, intricate details,
    Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago? Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa? Hwær cwom symbla gesetu? Hwær sindon seledreamas? Eala beorht bune! Eala byrnwiga! Eala þeodnes þrym! Hu seo þrag gewat, genap under nihthelm, swa heo no wære.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, a female master of the temple in the city of pyramids bayond the abyss.
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    So will ich ihnen vom Verächtlichsten sprechen: das aber ist der letzte Mensch.« Und also sprach Zarathustra zum Volke: Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch sich sein Ziel stecke. Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch den Keim seiner höchsten Hoffnung pflanze. Noch ist sein Boden dazu reich genug. Aber dieser Boden wird einst arm und zahm sein, und kein hoher Baum wird mehr aus ihm wachsen können.[ Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch nicht sehr den Pfeil seiner Sehnsucht über den Menschen hinaus wirft, und die Sehne seines Bogens verlernt hat, zu schwirren! Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch keinen Stern mehr gebären wird. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit des verächtlichsten Menschen, der sich selber nicht mehr verachten kann. Seht! Ich zeige euch den letzten Menschen.
    zPDXL3, a woman in a ballerina costume dancing on a tightrope hanging high up in the sky between two towers, she holds perfect balance with the horizontal pole in her hands, behind the woman the setting sun is casting long shadows, the audience is mesmerized by the woman 's beauty and proficiency
    Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch.
    a kunoichi in the sengoku period, hiding in the shadows in a japanese castle courtyard at night, her mission is to gather intel about the lord of the castle, not eliminate him, the air is tense an she is putting her life on the line
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a watercolor painting of the tokyo skyline at sunset as seen from odaiba island
    a gorgeous young woman in a semi transparent red gown wearing knee high roman sri-lanker sandals walks through a town of toy houses. the houses look like a toddler played with plastic and metal construction kit parts, and crammed together all wrong parts and colors. the woman destroys the houses as she goes and behind her is total destruction.
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    zPDXL3, a woman in a ballerina costume dancing on a tightrope hanging high up in the sky between two towers, she holds perfect balance with the pole in her hands, behind the woman the setting sun is casting long shadows, the audience is mesmerized by the woman 's beauty and proficiency
    Tag meines Lebens! die Sonne sinkt. Schon steht die glatte Fluth vergüldet. Warm athmet der Fels: schlief wohl zu Mittag das Glück auf ihm seinen Mittagsschlaf? In grünen Lichtern spielt Glück noch der braune Abgrund herauf. Tag meines Lebens! gen Abend gehts! Schon glüht dein Auge halbgebrochen, schon quillt deines Thaus Thränengeträufel, schon läuft still über weisse Meere deiner Liebe Purpur, deine letzte zögernde Seligkeit ...
    So will ich ihnen vom Verächtlichsten sprechen: das aber ist der letzte Mensch.« Und also sprach Zarathustra zum Volke: Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch sich sein Ziel stecke. Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch den Keim seiner höchsten Hoffnung pflanze. Noch ist sein Boden dazu reich genug. Aber dieser Boden wird einst arm und zahm sein, und kein hoher Baum wird mehr aus ihm wachsen können.[ Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch nicht sehr den Pfeil seiner Sehnsucht über den Menschen hinaus wirft, und die Sehne seines Bogens verlernt hat, zu schwirren! Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch keinen Stern mehr gebären wird. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit des verächtlichsten Menschen, der sich selber nicht mehr verachten kann. Seht! Ich zeige euch den letzten Menschen.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters. Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the begining. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever after a glorious death.”
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, 2 women exude their hatred and loathing for each other in a visible fog forming vivid phantasms
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a mouthwatering perfect photo of a otoro fatty tuna nigiri, served on an artsysqure black plate with a knob of freshly grated wasabi. the ray skin grater and the wasabi root are neatly arranged on a wooden board together with tiny bowl of soy sauce
    The young woman has short, curly auburn hair that frames her face in soft ringlets, catching the sunlight and revealing subtle highlights of copper and gold. Her flower crown, made of delicate purple and yellow wildflowers, rests gracefully atop her head, complementing her hair color and adding a whimsical touch to her appearance. Her facial features are soft and feminine, with a smooth, fair complexion that appears to glow in the natural light. She has expressive, almond-shaped eyes that gaze directly at the camera, conveying a sense of serenity and confidence. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, while her lips are full and curved into a gentle, closed-mouth smile, hinting at her peaceful demeanor. The young woman's neck is slender and elongated, exposed by the scoop neckline of her white dress. Her shoulders are bare, with the short, puffed sleeves of the dress resting just below them, revealing her toned upper arms. The dress cinches at her waist, accentuating her feminine silhouette before flowing loosely over her hips and ending at mid-thigh, leaving her lean, shapely legs visible. Her hands are delicate, with one resting gently against the rough bark of the tree trunk, showcasing her connection to nature. The other hand is not clearly visible in the image. Overall, the young woman's appearance is a harmonious blend of natural beauty, grace, and an ethereal quality that perfectly complements the idyllic outdoor setting.
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    a kunoichi in the sengoku period, hiding in the shadows in a japanese castle courtyard at night, her mission is to gather intel about the lord of the castle, not eliminate him, the air is tense an she is putting her life on the line
    a geisha doing a tea ceremony in an ancient shinto temple. Her unsettling face hints at her being undead and her client is a shinigami, sitting across the table and sipping matcha from an artisan tea bowl.
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    an undead monster stitched together from human an animal body parts
    the liquid time of shut summer afternoon, through the window shades sunbeams trickle into the room, illuminating the lazy dust partcles in the air, so they seem like miniscule fireflies. the shadow of the ceiling ventilator makes its way slowly along the floor and the walls. on the table is a near empty bottle of whisky. a hand holds a full glass of it with a big melting icecube. the hand belongs to a woman with ash blonde hair and empty eyes. she is past her prime but still retains a shimmer of her former beauty. her lips are curled in a self deprecating smile as she reminisces the crossroads of her life choices and where she thinks she lost her way. woman, drinking,
    Tag meines Lebens! die Sonne sinkt. Schon steht die glatte Fluth vergüldet. Warm athmet der Fels: schlief wohl zu Mittag das Glück auf ihm seinen Mittagsschlaf? In grünen Lichtern spielt Glück noch der braune Abgrund herauf. Tag meines Lebens! gen Abend gehts! Schon glüht dein Auge halbgebrochen, schon quillt deines Thaus Thränengeträufel, schon läuft still über weisse Meere deiner Liebe Purpur, deine letzte zögernde Seligkeit ...
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, blouse an blazer on a rainy day, her hair is wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, wet hair, runny makeup, smile, sweet face, long hair
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    a portrait photo of an ethereal beauty, a cyberpunk girl bathing in neon light, her eyes are black as obsidian and a cruel smile plays on her lips, slightly exposing her pointy fangs, as she is searching for her victim, her hairs are very short on one side, but kong on the other, she wears black leather clothing
    an undead monster stitched together from human an animal body parts
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, a female master of the temple in the city of pyramids bayond the abyss.
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    the liquid time of shut summer afternoon, through the window shades sunbeams trickle into the room, illuminating the lazy dust partcles in the air, so they seem like miniscule fireflies. the shadow of the ceiling ventilator makes its way slowly along the floor and the walls. on the table is a near empty bottle of whisky. a hand holds a full glass of it with a big melting icecube.
    Tag meines Lebens! die Sonne sinkt. Schon steht die glatte Fluth vergüldet. Warm athmet der Fels: schlief wohl zu Mittag das Glück auf ihm seinen Mittagsschlaf? In grünen Lichtern spielt Glück noch der braune Abgrund herauf. Tag meines Lebens! gen Abend gehts! Schon glüht dein Auge halbgebrochen, schon quillt deines Thaus Thränengeträufel, schon läuft still über weisse Meere deiner Liebe Purpur, deine letzte zögernde Seligkeit ...
    better reign in hell than be a thrall in heaven
    zPDXL3, a woman in a ballerina costume dancing on a tightrope hanging high up in the sky between two towers, she holds perfect balance with the pole in her hands, behind the woman the setting sun is casting long shadows, the audience is mesmerized by the woman 's beauty and proficiency
    an undead monster stitched together from human an animal body parts
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, (soaking wet hair, runny makeup:1.5), smile, sweet face, long hair
    an exploding head revealing all the dark and sinister and lustful thoughts that were buried inside
    Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch.
    best quality, detailed realistic photo, realistic, hyperrealistic, 2 women exude their hatred and loathing for each other in a visible fog forming vivid phantasms
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, blouse an blazer on a rainy day, her hair is wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright
    the liquid time of shut summer afternoon, through the window shades sunbeams trickle into the room, illuminating the lazy dust partcles in the air, so they seem like miniscule fireflies. the shadow of the ceiling ventilator makes its way slowly along the floor and the walls. on the table is a near empty bottle of whisky. a hand holds a full glass of it with a big melting icecube.
    a portrait photo of an ethereal beauty, a cyberpunk girl bathing in neon light, her eyes are black as obsidian and a cruel smile plays on her lips, slightly exposing her pointy fangs, as she is searching for her victim,
    So will ich ihnen vom Verächtlichsten sprechen: das aber ist der letzte Mensch.« Und also sprach Zarathustra zum Volke: Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch sich sein Ziel stecke. Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch den Keim seiner höchsten Hoffnung pflanze. Noch ist sein Boden dazu reich genug. Aber dieser Boden wird einst arm und zahm sein, und kein hoher Baum wird mehr aus ihm wachsen können.[ Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch nicht sehr den Pfeil seiner Sehnsucht über den Menschen hinaus wirft, und die Sehne seines Bogens verlernt hat, zu schwirren! Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch keinen Stern mehr gebären wird. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit des verächtlichsten Menschen, der sich selber nicht mehr verachten kann. Seht! Ich zeige euch den letzten Menschen.
    Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
    The young woman has short, curly auburn hair that frames her face in soft ringlets, catching the sunlight and revealing subtle highlights of copper and gold. Her flower crown, made of delicate purple and yellow wildflowers, rests gracefully atop her head, complementing her hair color and adding a whimsical touch to her appearance. Her facial features are soft and feminine, with a smooth, fair complexion that appears to glow in the natural light. She has expressive, almond-shaped eyes that gaze directly at the camera, conveying a sense of serenity and confidence. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, while her lips are full and curved into a gentle, closed-mouth smile, hinting at her peaceful demeanor. The young woman's neck is slender and elongated, exposed by the scoop neckline of her white dress. Her shoulders are bare, with the short, puffed sleeves of the dress resting just below them, revealing her toned upper arms. The dress cinches at her waist, accentuating her feminine silhouette before flowing loosely over her hips and ending at mid-thigh, leaving her lean, shapely legs visible. Her hands are delicate, with one resting gently against the rough bark of the tree trunk, showcasing her connection to nature. The other hand is not clearly visible in the image. Overall, the young woman's appearance is a harmonious blend of natural beauty, grace, and an ethereal quality that perfectly complements the idyllic outdoor setting.
    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
    Es neigte ein Schwanenkönig Seinen Hals auf das Wasser hinab Sein Gefieder war wei﷿ wie am ersten Tag Rein wie Sirenenton Und im Glitzern der Morgensonne Sieht er in den Spiegel der Wellen hinein Und mit brechenden Augen wei﷿ er Das wird sein Abschied sein Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Und sie raunen sich leise zu, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt Und es began der Schwanenkönig Zu singen sein erstes Lied, Unter der Trauerweide Wo er sein Leben geliebt Und er singt in den schönsten Tönen Die man je auf Erden gehört Von der Schönheit dieser Erde Die ihn unsterblich betört Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Und sie raunen sich leise zu, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt Und es singt der Schwanenkönig Seinen ganzen letzten Tag Bis sich die Abendsonne Still ins Dunkelrot flieht Lautlos die Trauerweide Senkt ihre Blätter wie Lanzen hinab Leiser und leiser die Töne Bis das letzte Licht im Gesang verglüht Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Und sie neigen sich tief hinab, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt
    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
    lives, all mortal lives expire, souls go to their doom in flames forever more.
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a smiling female receptionist in her dark red uniform at the reception of a kyoto grand hotel. on her neat hair she wears a beret and her skirt reaches down to her knees. the overall atmosphere is friendly and welcoming with warm lights and a luxurious flair
    better reign in hell than be a thrall in heaven
    A young dark sorceress weaving signals of black flames around her, hellbent on burning the eldritch creature lusting after her curvy body to fine ash
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a smiling female receptionist in her red uniform at the reception of a kyoto grand hotel. on her neat hair she wears a beret and her skirt reaches down to her knees.
    Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, wet hair, runny makeup, smile, sweet face, long hair
    A young dark sorceress weaving signals of black flames around her, hellbent on burning the eldritch creature lusting after her curvy body to fine ash
    a ferret in front of a mural of a mouse with the text "Flux needs a lot of training yet" in a handwriting font
    Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch.
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    better reign in hell than be a thrall in heaven
    a beautiful landscape with wrong and bizarre angles through which primordial and eldritch beings force their way into the world, summoned and conjured by an otherworldly beautiful woman with raven hair and emerald eyes, the priestess of the fallen
    a beautiful landscape with wrong and bizarre angles through which primordial and eldritch beings force their way into the world, summoned and conjured by a girl, the demon queen,
    a close portrait photo of an ethereal beauty, a cyberpunk girl bathing in neon light, her eyes are black as obsidian and a cruel smile plays on her lips, slightly exposing her pointy fangs, as she is searching for her victim,
    a close portrait photo of an ethereal beauty, a cyberpunk girl bathing in neon light, her eyes are black as obsidian and a cruel smile plays on her lips, slightly exposing her pointy fangs, as she is searching for her victim,
    extremely detailed, absurdres, raw photo, best quality, a smiling female receptionist in her dark red uniform at the reception of a kyoto grand hotel. on her neat hair she wears a beret and her skirt reaches down to her knees. the overall atmosphere is friendly and welcoming with warm lights and a luxurious flair
    the liquid time of shut summer afternoon, through the window shades sunbeams trickle into the room, illuminating the lazy dust partcles in the air, so they seem like miniscule fireflies. the shadow of the ceiling ventilator makes its way slowly along the floor and the walls. on the table is a near empty bottle of whisky. a hand holds a full glass of it with a big melting icecube. the hand belongs to a woman with ash blonde hair and empty eyes. she is past her prime but still retains a shimmer of her former beauty. her lips are curled in a self deprecating smile as she reminisces the crossroads of her life choices and where she thinks she lost her way. woman, drinking,
    Tag meines Lebens! die Sonne sinkt. Schon steht die glatte Fluth vergüldet. Warm athmet der Fels: schlief wohl zu Mittag das Glück auf ihm seinen Mittagsschlaf? In grünen Lichtern spielt Glück noch der braune Abgrund herauf. Tag meines Lebens! gen Abend gehts! Schon glüht dein Auge halbgebrochen, schon quillt deines Thaus Thränengeträufel, schon läuft still über weisse Meere deiner Liebe Purpur, deine letzte zögernde Seligkeit ...
    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, wet hair, runny makeup, smile, sweet face, long hair
    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, (soaking wet hair, runny makeup:1.5), smile, sweet face, long hair
    an undead monster made from human an animal body parts
    a geisha doing a tea ceremony in an ancient shinto temple. Her unsettling face hints at her being undead and her client is a shinigami, sitting across the table and sipping matcha from an artisan tea bowl.
    a beautiful landscape with wrong and bizarre angles through which primordial and eldritch beings force their way into the world, summoned and conjured by an otherworldly beautiful woman with raven hair and emerald eyes, the priestess of the fallen
    a geisha doing a tea ceremony in an ancient shinto temple. Her unsettling face hints at her being undead and her client is a shinigami, sitting across the table and sipping matcha from an artisan tea bowl.
    a gorgeous young woman in a semi transparent red gown wearing knee high roman sri-lanker sandals walks through a town of toy houses. the houses look like plastic and metal construction kit parts, but are totally wrong with unsuiting parts and colors.
    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
    a woman dancing in a cold winter night on a clearing in the woods under a full moon
    A young dark sorceress weaving signals of black flames around her, hellbent on burning the eldritch creature lusting after her curvy body to fine ash
    The young woman has short, curly auburn hair that frames her face in soft ringlets, catching the sunlight and revealing subtle highlights of copper and gold. Her flower crown, made of delicate purple and yellow wildflowers, rests gracefully atop her head, complementing her hair color and adding a whimsical touch to her appearance. Her facial features are soft and feminine, with a smooth, fair complexion that appears to glow in the natural light. She has expressive, almond-shaped eyes that gaze directly at the camera, conveying a sense of serenity and confidence. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, while her lips are full and curved into a gentle, closed-mouth smile, hinting at her peaceful demeanor. The young woman's neck is slender and elongated, exposed by the scoop neckline of her white dress. Her shoulders are bare, with the short, puffed sleeves of the dress resting just below them, revealing her toned upper arms. The dress cinches at her waist, accentuating her feminine silhouette before flowing loosely over her hips and ending at mid-thigh, leaving her lean, shapely legs visible. Her hands are delicate, with one resting gently against the rough bark of the tree trunk, showcasing her connection to nature. The other hand is not clearly visible in the image. Overall, the young woman's appearance is a harmonious blend of natural beauty, grace, and an ethereal quality that perfectly complements the idyllic outdoor setting.