score_9, score_8_up,<lora:bm-v3g-n2-ep1-xl:1>, lindong, furry, anthro, non human, male, hunk fat, bulky, chubby, (Lion, orange eyes, orange fur, brown mane)) huge body, fluffy, ((perfect face, perfect eyes, half-closed eyes)), hi res, absurd res, digital media (art work), sketch, flat colors, lineart, motion lines, clothes(sailor coat, white shirts, blue pants, knife sheath, leather belt, upper body, skyrim background, grab torch

score_9, score_8_up,<lora:bm-v3g-n2-ep1-xl:1>, lindong, furry, anthro, non human, male, hunk fat, bulky, chubby, (Lion, orange eyes, orange fur, brown mane)) huge body, fluffy, ((perfect face, perfect eyes, half-closed eyes)), hi res, absurd res, digital media (art work), sketch, flat colors, lineart, motion lines, clothes(sailor coat, white shirts, blue pants, knife sheath, leather belt, upper body, skyrim background, grab torch

score_9, score_8_up,<lora:bm-v3g-n2-ep1-xl:1>, lindong, furry, anthro, non human, male, hunk fat, bulky, chubby, (Lion, orange eyes, orange fur, brown mane)) huge body, fluffy, ((perfect face, perfect eyes, half-closed eyes)), hi res, absurd res, digital media (art work), sketch, flat colors, lineart, motion lines, clothes(sailor coat, white shirts, blue pants, knife sheath, leather belt, upper body, skyrim background, grab torch

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, ((golden hour)). Dreams of a Snow Queen In the vast expanses of Skyrim, where snow blankets the land and the mountains touch the sky, the memories of the Falmer—once the proud Aldmer—begin to fade like distant echoes. The Beginning I see a vast land. Many of my people live here, hidden in the shadows of ancient ruins and beneath the frost-covered earth. But how did it all start? The Transformation We were once a race of beauty and grace, thriving in the warmth of the sun. But as the cold crept in, as the world shifted and the Nords rose to prominence, we changed. Our bodies adapted; we became immune to the biting chill, yet this transformation came at a cost. A Fading Memory I shake my head, trying to grasp the remnants of our history. The tales of our ancestors, the Aldmer, who roamed the lands of Summerset, are now but whispers in the dark. How did we get here? The Cost of Survival We have always been here, but the world has forgotten us. The Snow Queen watches over her realm, her gaze filled with both sorrow and strength. What have we sacrificed in our quest for survival? Reflection In my dreams, I record these thoughts, longing for a time when we were more than mere shadows, when we danced in the sunlight rather than hiding in the frost. The origins of our existence are shrouded in mystery, but the echoes of our past continue to shape our present. Dream Recordings, Origins

score_9, score_8_up, score_8, score_9, best quality, (photorealistic:1.4), (dark tan skin), vibrant lighting, soft shadows, smile, (cowboy shot),(from below),breathtaking photo of snow elf, Neehna Lupass, (Turquoise hair), (ponytail hair), ((bangs)), looking at viewer, (skimpy sorceress overalls), green eyes, pointy ears, standing, (legs apart):1.1, (pointy breast), (lips apart):1.1, (shoulder long hair), detailed cute face, sharp background, in the field, skyrim

score_9, score_8_up, score_8, score_9, best quality, hidden camera, spycam, voyeur, (((tavern))), people, (((/peephole/))), ((/from below, very low camera angle/)), (dark tan skin), vibrant lighting, smile, breathtaking photo of Neehna Lupass, blue hair, ponytail hair, bangs, (sheer dark blue pants), (side view), dynamic pose, green eyes, (pointy breast), (crop clothing), chairs, tables, dynamic view, (lips apart):1.1, (shoulder long hair), blushing, skinny, detailed cute face, skyrim

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, ((golden hour)). Dreams of a Snow Queen In the vast expanses of Skyrim, where snow blankets the land and the mountains touch the sky, the memories of the Falmer—once the proud Aldmer—begin to fade like distant echoes. The Beginning I see a vast land. Many of my people live here, hidden in the shadows of ancient ruins and beneath the frost-covered earth. But how did it all start? The Transformation We were once a race of beauty and grace, thriving in the warmth of the sun. But as the cold crept in, as the world shifted and the Nords rose to prominence, we changed. Our bodies adapted; we became immune to the biting chill, yet this transformation came at a cost. A Fading Memory I shake my head, trying to grasp the remnants of our history. The tales of our ancestors, the Aldmer, who roamed the lands of Summerset, are now but whispers in the dark. How did we get here? The Cost of Survival We have always been here, but the world has forgotten us. The Snow Queen watches over her realm, her gaze filled with both sorrow and strength. What have we sacrificed in our quest for survival? Reflection In my dreams, I record these thoughts, longing for a time when we were more than mere shadows, when we danced in the sunlight rather than hiding in the frost. The origins of our existence are shrouded in mystery, but the echoes of our past continue to shape our present. Dream Recordings, Origins