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a high-resolution image that captures the essence of a dynamic character in a futuristic setting. she is an shining AI that her face looks like human. she is wearing metal suit, she wear helmet,The character is poised energetically, with flowing garments suggesting motion. Incorporate a vivid color scheme with pink, and reflective silvers, reminiscent of nightcore aesthetics. Use dramatic backlighting to emulate a neon glow, contrasting with the darker hues of a cosmic backdrop , she is bright , The image should mimic the depth of field and clarity with sharp focus on the character and a blurred background. Add realistic textures to the character's clothing and hair, and include a visible light source in their hands, producing a gleaming, otherworldly effect. Ensure the overall composition resembles a candid snapshot, capturing a spontaneous moment of action in a surreal, sci-fi universe, Her eyes are purple, her entire body, she is making a gesture of reaching out for something above, a leaping pose, she is gazing at something above., GoPro HERO10 Black, Cinestill 800T, cyberpunk, a cinematic scene, --ar 9:16 --s 750

Draw a goose that looks like the feudal Japanese style, something similar to the style of The Great Wave off Kanagawa. in the style of A Midsummer Night's Dream Draw a goose that looks like the feudal Japanese style, something similar to the style of The Great Wave off Kanagawa. --ar 9:16 Draw a goose that looks like the feudal Japanese style, something similar to the style of The Great Wave off Kanagawa. + flat drawing + centered + symmetrical + intricate ink illustration + tarot card with ornate border frame + by Peter Mohrbacher + complementing colors + frame + golden Draw a goose that looks like the feudal Japanese style, something similar to the style of The Great Wave off Kanagawa. --ar 9:16 Draw a goose that looks like the feudal Japanese style, something similar to the style of The Great Wave off Kanagawa. --ar 9:16

If you're going to try to COPY ME and my work, at least get inspiration from my ideas and learn something, Not just a straight prompt copy me word for word! It's called being creative for a reason. Try to Come up with your own ORIGINAL work or go and do something else that's actually useful rather than try to regurgitate MY WORK or someone else's, which you're failing miserably at btw. "YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE" For anyone else actually doing original work as i am, keep doing what you're doing cause that's what it's all about, people bringing different creative ideas together and shared art....Keep On Creating

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

Through the dense tangle of dark green leaves, a single eyepeers out from the shadows, intense and watchful. The surrounding foliage frames the eye perfectly, with droplets of dew catching the light and adding a sense of mystery to the scene. The pupil contracts slightly, hinting at something lurking behind the leaves, observing in silence. The thick, layered leaves obscure the face, but the sharp focus on the eye adds tension to the moment, as if it's waiting for something—or someone.

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There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

# “The Last Passenger” *A True Horror Story for “Hush… Someone’s Here”* [Rain sounds softly in background] **Narrator:** This happened to me two winters ago, and even now… I still avoid driving at night. At the time, I was working as a ride-share driver in a small town surrounded by forests and empty highways. Most nights were normal — drunk passengers, tired workers, college students trying to get home. But one night changed everything. It was around 1:40 AM during a heavy storm. The streets were almost empty, and I had already decided I’d take one last ride before going home. That’s when I got a pickup request. The location immediately felt strange. It was coming from an old road outside town called Merrow Lane. Almost nobody lived there anymore because most of the houses had been abandoned years ago after a fire destroyed part of the neighborhood. I almost declined the request. But the pay was high. So I accepted. The drive there felt wrong from the beginning. The rain became heavier the closer I got. My headlights barely cut through the fog, and my GPS kept glitching like it couldn’t properly load the road. Then suddenly… the GPS voice stopped completely. No directions. No sound. Nothing. Just static. I remember gripping the steering wheel tighter as I drove deeper into the woods. Finally, I reached the pickup point. An old bus stop stood near the trees. No lights. No houses nearby. Just darkness. And someone sitting on the bench. A woman. She wore a long gray coat, and her dark hair covered most of her face. She looked completely still… almost frozen. I checked the app. Passenger name: “Mara.” I rolled down the window slightly. “Uh… Mara?” Slowly, she stood up. Something about the way she moved made my stomach tighten. Her movements looked stiff… unnatural. Then she opened the back door and got inside my car without saying a word. The moment she sat down… the temperature inside the car dropped. I’m serious. My windows fogged instantly. I laughed nervously and adjusted the heater. “Rough night, huh?” No response. I looked at her through the rearview mirror. She was staring down at the floor. Completely silent. I asked for the destination. Still nothing. Then my phone dinged. The destination had updated automatically. I didn’t touch anything. Neither did she. The new destination was thirty minutes away. An area called Blackwater Road. I had heard of it before. Locals avoided it because of stories about disappearances and accidents happening there late at night. I almost ended the ride right there. But something stopped me. Maybe pride. Maybe curiosity. So I started driving. For the first ten minutes, nobody spoke. Only rain hitting the windshield. Then quietly… I heard her whisper something. At first, I thought she was talking on the phone. But then she whispered again. “He still looks for me.” I looked in the mirror. “Sorry?” Her head slowly tilted upward. That’s when I noticed her face for the first time. Her skin looked unnaturally pale. And her eyes… They looked swollen black, like she hadn’t slept in years. “He waits on this road,” she whispered. I forced a laugh. “Who does?” But she didn’t answer. Instead, she looked toward the window. Then suddenly… my headlights caught a figure standing on the side of the road. Tall. Motionless. Wearing dark clothing. I jumped slightly. As we passed him, I glanced in the mirror. The figure was gone. I immediately looked back at the passenger. She was smiling now. Not normal smiling. Too wide. Too still. That’s when fear finally started creeping in. I grabbed my phone to end the ride early. No signal. Not even one bar. Then the radio turned on by itself. Static blasted through the speakers. I quickly reached to turn it off— But beneath the static… someone was speaking. A man’s voice. Low and distorted. “…found you…” I froze. The woman in the backseat started breathing harder. “He’s close,” she whispered. Then suddenly— BANG. Something slammed against the roof of my car. I swerved violently. The woman screamed. I hit the brakes hard in the middle of the road. For a moment, everything went silent. Rain. Darkness. My heart pounding. Then slowly… I looked upward through the windshield. There was someone standing on top of my car. Bent over unnaturally. Staring directly at me through the glass. Its face looked twisted. Long arms pressed against the roof. And its eyes… completely white. I screamed and slammed the gas pedal. The thing rolled off the roof as the car sped forward. The woman in the back began crying hysterically. “You weren’t supposed to stop,” she kept repeating. “You weren’t supposed to stop…” I drove faster than I ever have in my life. Finally, after several minutes, I saw lights from a gas station ahead. The moment we entered the parking lot… everything suddenly felt normal again. The radio stopped. The fog cleared. My phone regained signal. Breathing heavily, I turned around to the backseat. The woman was gone. The door was still locked. Nobody could’ve gotten out. I searched everywhere around the station. Nothing. Completely shaken, I went inside and told the cashier what happened. The man behind the counter went pale when I mentioned Blackwater Road. Then he asked me something I’ll never forget. “Did she have a gray coat?” I nodded slowly. The cashier stared at me silently for a few seconds before whispering: “That woman died on that road six years ago.” I felt sick instantly. He explained that late one stormy night, a woman named Mara disappeared after her car broke down near the woods. A week later… they found her body beside the highway. People claimed her spirit still appeared to drivers during storms. But that wasn’t the worst part. The cashier leaned closer and lowered his voice. “They never found the man who killed her.” [Long pause] I quit driving nights after that. But sometimes… when it rains hard enough… my ride-share app still glitches at exactly 1:40 AM. And every single time… a request appears from Merrow Lane. Passenger name: “Mara.”

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

something b&w something vintage something old something new show me your imagination --niji 70 --chaos 50

a high-resolution image that captures the essence of a dynamic character in a futuristic setting. she is an shining AI that her face looks like human. she is wearing metal suit, she wear helmet, The character is poised energetically, with flowing garments suggesting motion. Incorporate a vivid color scheme with pink, and reflective silvers, reminiscent of nightcore aesthetics. Use dramatic backlighting to emulate a neon glow, contrasting with the darker hues of a cosmic backdrop , she is bright , The image should mimic the depth of field and clarity with sharp focus on the character and a blurred background. Add realistic textures to the character's clothing and hair, and include a visible light source in their hands, producing a gleaming, otherworldly effect. Ensure the overall composition resembles a candid snapshot, capturing a spontaneous moment of action in a surreal, sci-fi universe, Her eyes are purple, her entire body, she is making a gesture of reaching out for something above, a leaping pose, she is gazing at something above. , GoPro HERO10 Black, Cinestill 800T, cyberpunk, a cinematic scene, --ar 9:16 --s 750

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

A painting showing Galileo sitting with his student in the studio, while he shows an old globe and is pointing at it to something on its surface. The man has long white hair and beard, wearing black . He looks focused as if explaining something important about what's being shown on that ancient Earth model. His students look curious yet ready for everything they will learn from their teacher, in the style of oil paint. --v 6.0 --ar 64:47

There's something I must tell you There's something I must say The only really perfect love Is one that gets away

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

Today, I asked my mentor — a very successful business man in his 70’s — what his top 3 tips are for success. He smiled and said, “Read something no one else is reading, think something no one else is thinking, and do something no one else is doing.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

a high-resolution image that captures the essence of a dynamic character in a futuristic setting. she is an shining AI that her face looks like human. she is wearing metal suit, she wear helmet,The character is poised energetically, with flowing garments suggesting motion. Incorporate a vivid color scheme with pink, and reflective silvers, reminiscent of nightcore aesthetics. Use dramatic backlighting to emulate a neon glow, contrasting with the darker hues of a cosmic backdrop , she is bright , The image should mimic the depth of field and clarity with sharp focus on the character and a blurred background. Add realistic textures to the character's clothing and hair, and include a visible light source in their hands, producing a gleaming, otherworldly effect. Ensure the overall composition resembles a candid snapshot, capturing a spontaneous moment of action in a surreal, sci-fi universe, Her eyes are purple, her entire body, she is making a gesture of reaching out for something above, a leaping pose, she is gazing at something above., GoPro HERO10 Black, Cinestill 800T, cyberpunk, a cinematic scene, --ar 9:16 --s 750 close up of face.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.