Prompt: In the small, desolate town of Raven's Hollow, where the wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, lived a woman named Emily Turner. Tall and slender, with ebony hair cascading down her shoulders like a shroud, Emily had an unsettling beauty that drew people in, yet left them uneasy. Her eyes, an intense shade of obsidian, seemed to hold a darkness that transcended the ordinary. They were windows into a world where nightmares took form, and those who dared to peer into them felt a chill crawl down their spines. Emily's presence, while magnetic, cast a shadow over the town, leaving a residue of unease that lingered long after she passed. No one knew much about Emily's past. She had arrived in Raven's Hollow like a specter, settling into a decrepit Victorian house at the outskirts of town. Locals whispered about strange occurrences in her vicinity — flickering streetlights, the haunting wail of an unseen cat, and the occasional sighting of shadows that moved with a life of their own. Rumors claimed Emily had a collection of antique dolls that lined the shelves of her home. Each doll, with porcelain skin and soulless eyes, seemed to watch anyone who dared to enter. Some said the dolls whispered to Emily in the dead of night, sharing secrets only the darkness could hold. The town's children, warned by their superstitious parents, dared each other to approach her house, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tiptoed past the wrought-iron gate. Emily's attire added to the mystique that surrounded her. She wore long, flowing dresses that seemed to dance with an otherworldly energy as she moved. Black lace adorned her attire, and a silver locket, rumored to contain a lock of her own hair, hung from her neck. Locals spoke of a haunting melody that accompanied her wherever she went, a mournful tune that echoed through the empty streets when the moon hung low in the sky. As the seasons changed, Emily remained an enigma, her presence casting a perpetual gloom over Raven's Hollow. Some whispered that she was a witch, while others believed she was a vessel for the spirits that wandered the town's forgotten corners. Regardless of the rumors, one thing was certain — Emily Turner was a figure of both fascination and fear, a dark specter in a town cloaked in shadows.
Prompt: In the small, desolate town of Raven's Hollow, where the wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, lived a woman named Emily Turner. Tall and slender, with ebony hair cascading down her shoulders like a shroud, Emily had an unsettling beauty that drew people in, yet left them uneasy. Her eyes, an intense shade of obsidian, seemed to hold a darkness that transcended the ordinary. They were windows into a world where nightmares took form, and those who dared to peer into them felt a chill crawl down their spines. Emily's presence, while magnetic, cast a shadow over the town, leaving a residue of unease that lingered long after she passed. No one knew much about Emily's past. She had arrived in Raven's Hollow like a specter, settling into a decrepit Victorian house at the outskirts of town. Locals whispered about strange occurrences in her vicinity — flickering streetlights, the haunting wail of an unseen cat, and the occasional sighting of shadows that moved with a life of their own. Rumors claimed Emily had a collection of antique dolls that lined the shelves of her home. Each doll, with porcelain skin and soulless eyes, seemed to watch anyone who dared to enter. Some said the dolls whispered to Emily in the dead of night, sharing secrets only the darkness could hold. The town's children, warned by their superstitious parents, dared each other to approach her house, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tiptoed past the wrought-iron gate. Emily's attire added to the mystique that surrounded her. She wore long, flowing dresses that seemed to dance with an otherworldly energy as she moved. Black lace adorned her attire, and a silver locket, rumored to contain a lock of her own hair, hung from her neck. Locals spoke of a haunting melody that accompanied her wherever she went, a mournful tune that echoed through the empty streets when the moon hung low in the sky. As the seasons changed, Emily remained an enigma, her presence casting a perpetual gloom over Raven's Hollow. Some whispered that she was a witch, while others believed she was a vessel for the spirits that wandered the town's forgotten corners. Regardless of the rumors, one thing was certain — Emily Turner was a figure of both fascination and fear, a dark specter in a town cloaked in shadows.
Negative: bad picture
Style: Photographic
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious. seed:4230352618
Prompt: The Buddha statue faces the camera, and a devout believer kneels in front of the Buddha, with his back to the camera, his eyes closed, and his hands holding rosary beads. Illuminated with a soft, devotional light, it captures the essence of unwavering devotion and rhythmic chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra. pixar disney style
Negative: deformed, ugly, mutilated, disfigured, text, extra limbs, face cut, head cut, extra fingers, extra arms, poorly drawn face, mutation, bad proportions, cropped head, malformed limbs, mutated hands, fused fingers, long neck
Style: Anime
Prompt: As Aria's memories become increasingly blurred in the depths of the Forest of Oblivion, she suddenly hears a voice, ethereal and enchanting, emanating from deep within the trees. Startled, she looks around to find a mysterious forest sprite, a being of light and shadow, emerging from the ancient woodland. The sprite appears as a luminous figure, radiating a gentle, otherworldly glow, surrounded by a swirl of mystical energy. Aria, now standing amidst the dense fog and towering trees, gazes in awe at this magical creature, her face reflecting a mix of wonder and confusion. The scene captures this pivotal moment, where the forest sprite seems to be communicating with Aria, offering guidance or perhaps a key to restoring her fading memories. seed:4230352618
Prompt: In the twilight realm of a forgotten eldritch forest, a spectral owl with eyes like molten silver perches solemnly. Its feathers are an ethereal tapestry of moonlight and shadow, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Ancient trees, their bark inscribed with arcane runes, whisper secrets in the wind, a symphony of the mystic and the unknown. (Brian Froud, Arthur Rackham, Alan Lee, John Howe)
Prompt: In the twilight realm of a forgotten eldritch forest, a spectral owl with eyes like molten silver perches solemnly. Its feathers are an ethereal tapestry of moonlight and shadow, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Ancient trees, their bark inscribed with arcane runes, whisper secrets in the wind, a symphony of the mystic and the unknown. (Brian Froud, Arthur Rackham, Alan Lee, John Howe)
Prompt: Lila was a thief who lived in the city of shadows, a place where magic and crime were rampant. She had long braid hair that she dyed purple to hide her true identity as a princess of a fallen kingdom. She used her skills and wits to survive in the dark alleys, stealing from the rich and powerful. One day, she stumbled upon a mysterious artifact that could change her destiny and the fate of the world. But she was not the only one who wanted it
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: photo, 8k Within an ancient, decaying forest, a haunting, ethereal poltergeist, draped in spectral, tattered robes, hovers beside a twisted, gnarled, and skeletal tree. Its skeletal, elongated fingers reach towards a flickering, ancient, moonlit lantern. Shadows dance with eerie, spine-tingling movements, as countless, grotesque, disembodied, and mournful faces materialize in the twisted, spectral, and haunted branches. The ghostly, echoing, whispers of lost souls fill the air, as an icy, bone-chilling, spectral mist envelops the eerie, moonlit, and forgotten woodland
Prompt: A young European-American woman decides to try to return to the mansion's real world, away from that twisted dimension. She focused her attention on trying to find the passage that connected the two worlds. With a gentle breeze, she felt her body begin to blend into space and time.
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Prompt: maximum realism - emerald tree absolute beauty luxury class.HD, 3D photorealism wow magically made with love
Prompt: In a mysterious place of shadow, you wake up to find yourself in a dark jungle. The trees are towering and thick vines weave around you in a seemingly endless maze. There seems to be a kind of magic in the gloomy atmosphere, making your heart beat uneasily.
Prompt: Grimalkin the witch assassin of malkin clan. She is a tall, thin woman with long, flowing black hair and piercing green eyes. She is often seen wearing dark, hooded robes and carries a pair of razor-sharp scissors, which she is rumored to use to snip off the thumb bones of her enemies. The robes are often made of a heavy, coarse fabric that is resistant to the elements. The hood is deep and drawn low over her face, obscuring her features and casting her eyes in shadow. Pale, almost translucent skin that appears as if it is stretched tightly over her bones. Sharp, angular features that give her a gaunt, almost feral appearance. Long, bony fingers that end in sharp, jagged claws. She wears a leather scabbard holding different sizes of blades across her.
Negative: ugly, blurry, grainy, cut off, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature
Prompt: Grimalkin the witch assassin of malkin clan. She is a tall, thin woman with long, flowing black hair and piercing green eyes. She is often seen wearing dark, hooded robes and carries a pair of razor-sharp scissors, which she is rumored to use to snip off the thumb bones of her enemies. The robes are often made of a heavy, coarse fabric that is resistant to the elements. The hood is deep and drawn low over her face, obscuring her features and casting her eyes in shadow. Pale, almost translucent skin that appears as if it is stretched tightly over her bones. Sharp, angular features that give her a gaunt, almost feral appearance. Long, bony fingers that end in sharp, jagged claws. She wears a leather scabbard holding different sizes of blades across her.
Negative: ugly, blurry, grainy, cut off, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature
Prompt: haunted town, spooky, dark, obscure, mysterious, mystical, magical, fantasy, dark fantasy, horror, halloween
Prompt: A gust of cold wind hit her, and the voices in the library suddenly quieted. A young European-American woman finds herself in a dark space, a shadowy presence appears in front of her with a mysterious gleam in its eyes, and the scene is terrifying and chilling
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Prompt: She's powerful, evil, beautiful, enchanting. She is an Asgardian Nordic Dark-elf who is a dark witch of the nature. She has beautiful, long, straight light blonde hair. She has deep, dark brown eyes. Her skin is pale. She is casting wood magic spells as she walks through the forest touching the trees. She is in a forest of dead trees.
Prompt: A stormy night in Derry, autumn mist envelops the Barrens, ominous shadows lurk amid decaying trees. In the eerie half-light, pale children play on the outskirts, unaware of the horror that lurks amidst the mist. Skeletal beings emerge, spectral flesh hangs from grinning jaws, beyond the veil eyes gleam with malice. Gnarled claws reach for the innocent, the threat of the deadlights hangs thick in the gloom. Stephen King's atmospheric prose comes to life in Jae Lee's manga-influenced illustrations, cinematic lighting, hyperdetailed, avant-garde 8k digital masterpiece.
Prompt: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
Prompt: The shadowy figure, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, lurked in the inky abyss, where whispers of dread danced with the echoes of despair.
Prompt: The morning light shines into the dark forest, and there is a sleeping elf prince. His face is soft and feminine, his upper body is naked, and his lower body grows together with a big tree. His long hair was entangled with vines, his body was covered with moss, and his head was covered with branches. A butterfly landed on his shoulder, primitive, mysterious and peaceful. HD, rich in details.
Prompt: The story begins with a dense and mystical forest, known as the Enchanted Forest. Tall trees, vibrant flowers, and magical creatures create an otherworldly atmosphere. Our protagonist, Aelia, sets foot on the path leading to this mysterious place.
Prompt: color photo of a long-haired forest girl with a blackened face, staring directly into the camera with a hauntingly lifeless expression. The girl is surrounded by the lush greenery of the forest, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. The atmosphere is mysterious and unsettling, as if she is a spectral figure emerging from the depths of the woods. The photo captures the raw and untamed essence of nature, juxtaposed with the girl's eerie presence. The composition is stark and minimalist, emphasizing the intensity of her gaze.
Negative: Blurry, Low resolution, Noise, Pixelation, Overexposure, Distorted proportions, Inconsistent lighting, Muddy colors, Lack of detail, Unnatural perspective, Jagged edges, Aliasing, Artifacts, Banding, Washed-out colors, Flat shading, Incorrect shadows, Unbalanced composition, Unintended blurring, Smearing, cursed hands, small fingers, huge fingers, cursed fingers
Style: Photographic
Prompt: divine the dragqueen from pink flamingos starring as the mother charecter in the Jordan peel rendition of Hairspray
Style: Photographic
Prompt: \u003c@1136388346759889008\u003e's DreamPrompt: `an ancient aliens civilization looking like human females but with more sexy features like gigantic hips and enormous breasts with narrow waist looking very appealing in hi tech small clothes showing off the fair skin like ivory woman's aged around 22 having whole black outfit more young looking and fair skinned with (huge breasts 1.4) and revealing clothes`Style: `Cinematic`
Style: Photographic
Prompt: In an ancient and mystical woodland bathed in the soft glow of luminescent flora, a community of ethereal beings, known as the Elves, resides. These beings are the epitome of grace and beauty, seamlessly integrated with the natural world around them. Tall and slender, with pointed ears that catch the ambient whispers of the forest, the Elves possess an otherworldly allure. The Elves' dwellings are woven into the ancient trees, their homes blending seamlessly with the foliage. Elaborate bridges made of woven vines connect tree to tree, creating a network of elevated pathways that traverse the enchanted woodland. The air is filled with the melodic tunes of Elven songs, sung in a language that seems to resonate with the very heartbeat of the forest. Adorned in garments crafted from shimmering leaves and delicate petals, the Elves move with a fluidity that mirrors the swaying branches and rustling leaves. Their eyes, reflecting the wisdom of ages, sparkle with an inner light that mirrors the luminescent glow of the mystical flora that surrounds them. Elven artisans are skilled in the art of creating intricate jewelry and accessories, often incorporating enchanted gemstones that shimmer with magical energy. The Elves are known for their affinity with the natural world, and in their presence, flora seems to respond to their every movement. Flowers bloom in vibrant hues as they pass, and tendrils of ivy gracefully coil around their fingertips. It is said that the Elves communicate with the ancient spirits of the forest, and their songs are a form of conversation with the very essence of the woodland. As guardians of the mystical realm, the Elves embody a timeless beauty that transcends the ages, creating an atmosphere of enchantment that lingers in the air. To encounter these beautiful beings is to witness a harmonious dance between the ethereal and the earthly, a living testament to the magic that resides in the heart of the enchanted forest.Style: Anime
Prompt: A slender, girlish figure. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect. wearing a few fancy ornaments.
Prompt: A slender, girlish figure. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect. Wearing only a few highly wrought ornaments and nothing else.
Prompt: The young European-American woman decides to delve into this dark dimension to find the truth about her family's past. Her body seemed light as a feather as she traveled through the dark dimensions of time and space.
Prompt: FULL HD, 4K, aerial view, zoomed out, bright colorful natural watercolor, one path/trail splitting into two paths/trails, one path is wide, the other path is narrow, moon in the background
Negative: boring undetailed blurry unfocused
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: The demon was becoming clearer in front of her eyes. She understood that her fate was irreversible. In that dark temple, the young woman became a sacrifice for that evil ritual. Her life was extinguished in the darkness in a horrific and chilling scene
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Prompt: Film: Full frontal shot of a young Chinese girl with short orange hair, big eyes, wearing a sexy orange outfit and carrying an AK47 assault rifle.
Negative: bad hands
Style: Anime
Prompt: The morning light shines into the dark forest, and there is a sleeping elf prince. He grew on the trunk of a big tree, and his naked body blended into the tree. He had long hair intertwined with vines, his body was covered with moss, and his head was covered with branches.
Prompt: In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
Prompt: In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
Negative: wrong wing size,wrong wing position,blood dripping from the heart
Prompt: In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.
Prompt: a backdrop of a dark and eerie forest, it would amplify the intensity of the man's expression. Imagine towering trees with spindly branches reaching out like fingers, shrouded in a thick, shadowy mist. The dim light barely penetrates the dense canopy, creating a play of light and shadow on the forest floor. The atmosphere would be quiet, with only the faintest rustle of leaves or distant, unidentifiable sounds breaking the silence. This haunting environment could suggest a narrative where the man is a solitary figure in a vast, foreboding wilderness, connected to the outside world only through the device in his hand. The contrast between the man's rugged, weathered appearance and the ominous, possibly supernatural forest setting would create a scene filled with tension and intrigue.
Prompt: Its cobbled streets, cracked and overgrown with weeds, wind through the village, leading travelers past dilapidated houses and abandoned storefronts. A sense of eerie stillness pervades the air, punctuated only by the distant echoes of rustling leaves and the occasional creaking of decaying wooden structures. Broken remnants of a once-proud fountain in the town square stand as a melancholic testament to Conyberry's faded glory.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: t was a young woman, about 20 years Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face, so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eyes sockets, and she had no nose to her face.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
