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    hyperrealism, landscape_photography, artistic_photography, (dof), night, bloody_sky, sharp_focus, intricate_details, highly_detailed, UHD, perfect_composition, 8k, concept art, a landscape, wide_angle_shot, night, by the filmmmaker Guillermo_del_Toro, Crimson_Peak, by greg rutkowski, cinematic lighting, cinematic, masterpiece, 
halation, bloom, reflections, frightening atmosphere, ambient occlusion, ray tracing,
field of bloody shrubbery, 1_gothic_mansion in the background, 1_moon, rule of thirds, logical consistency, 
Here, in this realm of perpetual twilight, the whispers of forgotten gods echo through the corridors of time. Their voices, like the tolling of a funeral bell, herald the end of all things. And in their wake, there is only emptiness.
They are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime. There are others, others that hold on to an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those, they never go away.
looming presence of intense dread, all hope lost.
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    hyperrealism, landscape_photography, artistic_photography, (dof), night, bloody_sky, sharp_focus, intricate_details, highly_detailed, UHD, perfect_composition, 8k, concept art, a landscape, wide_angle_shot, night, by the filmmmaker Guillermo_del_Toro, Crimson_Peak, by greg rutkowski, cinematic lighting, cinematic, masterpiece, halation, bloom, reflections, frightening atmosphere, ambient occlusion, ray tracing, field of bloody shrubbery, 1_gothic_mansion in the background, 1_moon, rule of thirds, logical consistency, Here, in this realm of perpetual twilight, the whispers of forgotten gods echo through the corridors of time. Their voices, like the tolling of a funeral bell, herald the end of all things. And in their wake, there is only emptiness. They are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime. There are others, others that hold on to an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those, they never go away. looming presence of intense dread, all hope lost. <lora:ral-mtclniscp-sdxl:0.8> ral-mtclniscp

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    CFG Scale8
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    DPM++ 3M SDE Exponential
    Seed650358348
    Steps40
    Negative Prompt

    hope, multiple_mansions,

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    Created
    6/12/2024
    Base Model
    SDXL 1.0
    Creator
    SuccyBae
    Source
    CivitAI
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