cream and grey and ocher, the circus is falling down on its knees the big top is crumbling down it is raining in baltimore fifteen miles east i need a raincoat i need a big love and i do not get no answers and i do not get no change it is raining in baltimore baby but everything else is the same there are things i remember there are things i forget i miss you i guess that i should three thousand five hundred miles away and what would you change if you could i can always hear a freight train baby if i listen real hard i am lonely for the big towns i need a raincoat i really need a raincoat i really really need a raincoat i really really really need a raincoat i really need a raincoat, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

pale pink and gold, After a storm I want to be brave And keep you warm And not fade away As we float from the shore Into the light Into the unknown Like thousands of lanterns Glowing with grace In glorious silence Descending through space To a friend A sister in need Who is not alone And they are surrounding her And they will enfold her outstretched hand In our love Enter one amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We are of this light divine So come We move as one, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

luminous red and luminous green and luminous blue and luminous purple and luminous yellow and black and black and black, When I was done dying my conscience regained So I began my struggle a nothingness strained Well I woke up to see them these two mighty steeds With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs As they stood there above me being flanked on each side I felt no need to fear them no reason to hide So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back bye bye So I got up and walked down the path in the dark And there deep in the distance, my eye caught a spark Of a HORSE twice my size with incredible strength Oh it greeted me kindly and then we all drank, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

Silver and cold pink Phlebas the Phoenician a fortnight dead Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Entire or new O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas who was once handsome and tall as you. ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The planet Eyjensul, you are here. A frozen tundra for much of its 250 year orbit around Elias. In the decades closest to the supergiant the planet transforms into a desert. As water is drawn from the sands the planet experiences its only weather. Vast storms surge into existence. And the shifting sands reveal their treasure. You are part of the Salvage Union, the backbone of the abandoned world's sputtering economy. When the tundra begins to stir for a few brief months between frost and storm you will seek your fortune on the long road to Perihelion, the last true city and the only shelter. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

silver and ocher, the very heart of this great metropolis is a maze of narrow lanes choked up with dirt pestiferous with nauseous odours and swarming with a population that is born lives and dies amid squalor penury wretchedness and crime. ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

Silver and cold pink, She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star to think of her all alone in the dark and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

grey blues and ocher, when i think of heaven deliver me in a black winged bird i think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers in the belly of a black winged bird i belong in the service of the queen she has been crying and i am the rain king when i think of heaven deliver me in a black wing bird lay me down in a field of flame and heather render up my body into the burning heart of god in the belly of a black winged bird, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

red and white and blue and grey, He looks around He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in infinity He says Amen and Hallelujah They've all come to look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

red and white and blue and grey, I made my home in a ten-ton bomb And I was so happy with 28 years of free falling She was born in a tenement walk-up With hair for nerves you know she never learned to talk to adults She said Everything's easier in here Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too But the best we could do is to enter the void Like a wide-eyed girl waking up to the noise of East Harlem Don’t they see that we’re starving Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too And we stole the car on the 4th of July I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night I’ve come to look for America too, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

polaroid of a young girl meeting a polar bear. The bear and the girl are looking at each other. The bear is enormous, dwarfing the child. He faces the camera, large teeth visible. His fur is ((long)), thick and shaggy, matted and yellowing with dirt. The girl is an inuit with pale skin. She faces away from the camera. She is short and wiry, dressed in ancient leathers. She has dark hair beneath a fur-lined hood. Her clothes are dirty and stained leathers. aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD

Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes cradling the ploughshares on the leyline of the void

cream and grey and ocher, the circus is falling down on its knees the big top is crumbling down it is raining in baltimore fifteen miles east i need a raincoat i need a big love and i do not get no answers and i do not get no change it is raining in baltimore baby but everything else is the same there are things i remember there are things i forget i miss you i guess that i should three thousand five hundred miles away and what would you change if you could i can always hear a freight train baby if i listen real hard i am lonely for the big towns i need a raincoat i really need a raincoat i really really need a raincoat i really really really need a raincoat i really need a raincoat, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

gold and magenta and grey and grey and grey, THEY HEARD ME SINGING AND THEY TOLD ME TO STOP QUIT THESE PRETENTIOUS THINGS AND JUST PUNCH THE CLOCK THESE DAYS I FEEL MY LIFE IT HAS NO PURPOSE BUT LATE AT NIGHT THE FEELINGS SWIM TO THE SURFACE CAUSE ON THE SURFACE THE CITY LIGHTS SHINE THEY ARE CALLING AT ME COME AND FIND YOUR KIND SOMETIMES I WONDER IF THE WORLD IS SO SMALL THAT WE CAN NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SPRAWL LIVING IN THE SPRAWL DEAD SHOPPING MALLS RISE LIKE MOUNTAINS BEYOND MOUNTAINS AND THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT I NEED THE DARKNESS SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE LIGHTS WE RODE OUR BIKES TO THE NEAREST PARK SAT UNDER THE SWINGS AND KISSED IN THE DARK BLACK RIVER YOUR CITY LIGHTS SHINE THEY ARE SCREAMING AT US WE DO NOT NEED YOUR KIND LIVING IN THE SPRAWL DEAD SHOPPING MALLS RISE LIKE MOUNTAINS BEYOND MOUNTAINS AND THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT I NEED THE DARKNESS SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE LIGHTS. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

pink and magenta and purple and grey, Ripples in the ocean Rhythm in the midnight sky Trying to find the time Two life's two rights Freedom in the way we move Feel it as it starts to soothe Rivers in the mind we loose I can feel it from a mile it's truth, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

Blurry photo of a young girl riding a huge armored polar bear at midnight. She rides him like a horse, but without reins or saddle, instead clutching tightly to his fur. The camera's flash provides the only light, and we cannot see more than a few meters in the dark. The girl is an inuit, pale but rosy cheeked. She is short and wiry, dressed in ancient leathers. She has dark hair beneath the fur-lined hood. Her clothes are dark leather, dirty and stained. She is looking away from the camera, at something out of shot, and there is an expression of steely determination on her face. She is riding hard, clinging on tightly, her head slightly down, braced against the wind. The bear is enormous, dwarfing the child on his back. He wears crude metal plates strapped to his head and chest. The plates are irregular, each one an individual, angular, charcoal-black sheet of metal. The armour is cracked and dented from battle. The bear's fur is visible in the gaps between the plates. His fur is long, thick and shaggy, matted and filthy, streaked with moss and dried blood. The bear is charging in the direction the girl is looking, but has turned his head to snarl fiercely at the camera. It is a misty night and very very dark. The sky is black with a very faint aurora borealis. There is thick snow on the ground but it is not snowing. The bear's feet sink into the snow and kick it up behind him as he runs.

Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The planet Eyjensul, you are here. A frozen tundra for much of its 250 year orbit around Elias. In the decades closest to the supergiant the planet transforms into a desert. As water is drawn from the sands the planet experiences its only weather. Vast storms surge into existence. And the shifting sands reveal their treasure. You are part of the Salvage Union, the backbone of the abandoned world's sputtering economy. When the tundra begins to stir for a few brief months between frost and storm you will seek your fortune on the long road to Perihelion, the last true city and the only shelter. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

purple bronze and grey, tis not alone my inky cloak good mother Nor customary suits of solemn black Nor windy suspiration of forced breath No nor the fruitful river in the eye Nor the dejected behavior of the visage Together with all forms moods shapes of grief That can denote me truly these indeed seem For they are actions that a man might play but I have that within which passeth show These but the trappings and the suits of woe. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

white and magenta and grey, Something filled up my heart with nothing Someone told me not to cry But now that I'm older My heart's colder And I can see that it's a lie Children wake up Hold your mistake up Before they turn the summer into dust If the children don't grow up Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up We're just a million little gods causing rain storms Turning every good thing to rust I guess we'll just have to adjust With my lightning bolts glowing I can see where I am going to be When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand With my lightning bolts glowing I can see where I am going With my lightning bolts glowing I can see where I am go going You better look out below. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

ArsMovieStill, 50s Noir Movie Still. Black and white film. The Image depicts a wealthy middle aged heiress with diaphanous skin and pale white hair in a tussled 1920s style. The woman is a vampire and blood drips from her mouth. The woman wears a flowing many layered dress. The background is out of focus, but contains glimmers of luxury. The woman wears no makeup. The woman is subtly scary. The Woman is not beautiful. The woman is not sexy. The woman is not attractive. The woman is not cute. The woman is not adorable. aidmaimageupgrader

Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

Silver and cold, Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Entire or new O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. ne0nfant4sy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer

Silver and cold pink, Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Entire or new O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

cream and grey and ocher, the circus is falling down on its knees the big top is crumbling down it is raining in baltimore fifteen miles east i need a raincoat i need a big love and i do not get no answers and i do not get no change it is raining in baltimore baby but everything else is the same there are things i remember there are things i forget i miss you i guess that i should three thousand five hundred miles away and what would you change if you could i can always hear a freight train baby if i listen real hard i am lonely for the big towns, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

white gold and grey, praying woman, crying woman, dancing woman, After a storm I want to be brave And keep you warm And not fade away As we float from the shore Into the light Into the unknown Like thousands of lanterns Glowing with grace In glorious silence Descending through space To a friend A sister in need Who is not alone And they are surrounding her And they will enfold her outstretched hand In our love Enter one amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We are of this light divine So come We move as one, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

white and magenta and grey, Something filled up my heart with nothing Someone told me not to cry But now that I'm older My heart's colder And I can see that it's a lie Children wake up Hold your mistake up Before they turn the summer into dust If the children don't grow up Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up We're just a million little gods causing rain storms Turning every good thing to rust I guess we'll just have to adjust With my lightning bolts glowing I can see where I am going to be When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand With my lightning bolts glowing I can see where I am going With my lightning bolts glowing I can see where I am go going You better look out below. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross. cyberpunk, aidmaimageupgrader, drkfnts style, anime

Stable_Yogis_PDXL_Positives, core_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, photorealism, realistic, perfect, 50s Noir Movie, realistic, woman in a pleated cocktail dress performing a stunning pirouette and staring unsmiling at the camera as her skirt spins out. The woman's hair spills out behind her. Black and white. Goth, vampire, fangs, snarling, showing off, intimidating, lipstick, proud, ((goth makeup)), goth fashion. The woman is infront of a church. It is nighttime and raining. VtmArt, vampire, (pointed teeth), vampire fangs

Gold and Grey Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

Silver and cold pink, Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Entire or new O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. ne0nfant4sy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer

gold and blue and grey and grey and grey, So can you understand That I want a girl while I'm still young I want to hold her hand And show her some beauty before this damage is done But if it's too much to ask Then send me a boy Under the overpass In the parking lot we're still waiting it's already passed So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass you always seemed so sure that one day we would be fighting in a suburban war your part of town against mine i saw you standing on the opposite shore but by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored the kids want to be so hard but in my dreams we are still screaming and running through the yard when all of the walls that they built in the seventies fall it meant nothing at all sometimes i cannot believe it i am moving past the feeling and into the night. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

red and white and blue and grey, Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs Wagner pies And walked off to look for America, Kathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America, Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field, Kathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

ArsMovieStill, 50s Noir Movie Still of a woman in a pleated cocktail dress performing a stunning pirouette and staring unsmiling at the camera as her skirt spins out. The woman's hair spills out behind her. Black and white. The only colour in the image is a deep red used on her lipstick and dress. The woman is standing infront of a church. It is nighttime and raining. aidmaimageupgrader

Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy

Gold and Grey billowing veil of the salute to the sphere that gives the idea of the figures that swim in the fountain by the placards bending to the full force of things like the capillaries burried in muscle or the chalk pearls now materialising and incising a perceptible perforation with uniforms by kennel and keep with hessian died right from the curtain suspended now wet and abject alongside the dwelling with the arches and pits or the bronze of history that remains without access to documents that construct a charge for the imagination and goes on waiting like the sentinel of a dozen dimensions for the spire where we sheltered for another night, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

Silver and cold pink, Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Entire or new O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

luminous red and luminous green and luminous blue and luminous purple and luminous yellow and black and black and black, When I was done dying my conscience regained So I began my struggle a nothingness strained Well I woke up to see them these two mighty steeds With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs As they stood there above me being flanked on each side I felt no need to fear them no reason to hide So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back bye bye So I got up and walked down the path in the dark And there deep in the distance, my eye caught a spark Of a HORSE twice my size with incredible strength Oh it greeted me kindly and then we all drank, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross. cyberpunk, aidmaimageupgrader, drkfnts style, anime

The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a doberman prowling with his ears flat back to the ground. The theme of his body is black and ochre. His body is cyborg with mechanical parts integrated into it. His legs and torso are fully mechanical. He is wearing a black futuristic, cybernetic, high-tech suit with ruddy ochre panelling, reminiscent of military or space gear. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), blue tones dominate the background, with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy

Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer

gold and magenta and grey and grey and grey, THEY HEARD ME SINGING AND THEY TOLD ME TO STOP QUIT THESE PRETENTIOUS THINGS AND JUST PUNCH THE CLOCK THESE DAYS I FEEL MY LIFE IT HAS NO PURPOSE BUT LATE AT NIGHT THE FEELINGS SWIM TO THE SURFACE CAUSE ON THE SURFACE THE CITY LIGHTS SHINE THEY ARE CALLING AT ME COME AND FIND YOUR KIND SOMETIMES I WONDER IF THE WORLD IS SO SMALL THAT WE CAN NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SPRAWL LIVING IN THE SPRAWL DEAD SHOPPING MALLS RISE LIKE MOUNTAINS BEYOND MOUNTAINS AND THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT I NEED THE DARKNESS SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE LIGHTS WE RODE OUR BIKES TO THE NEAREST PARK SAT UNDER THE SWINGS AND KISSED IN THE DARK BLACK RIVER YOUR CITY LIGHTS SHINE THEY ARE SCREAMING AT US WE DO NOT NEED YOUR KIND LIVING IN THE SPRAWL DEAD SHOPPING MALLS RISE LIKE MOUNTAINS BEYOND MOUNTAINS AND THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT I NEED THE DARKNESS SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE LIGHTS. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

gold and magenta and grey and grey and grey, THEY HEARD ME SINGING AND THEY TOLD ME TO STOP QUIT THESE PRETENTIOUS THINGS AND JUST PUNCH THE CLOCK THESE DAYS I FEEL MY LIFE IT HAS NO PURPOSE BUT LATE AT NIGHT THE FEELINGS SWIM TO THE SURFACE CAUSE ON THE SURFACE THE CITY LIGHTS SHINE THEY ARE CALLING AT ME COME AND FIND YOUR KIND SOMETIMES I WONDER IF THE WORLD IS SO SMALL THAT WE CAN NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SPRAWL LIVING IN THE SPRAWL DEAD SHOPPING MALLS RISE LIKE MOUNTAINS BEYOND MOUNTAINS AND THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT I NEED THE DARKNESS SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE LIGHTS WE RODE OUR BIKES TO THE NEAREST PARK SAT UNDER THE SWINGS AND KISSED IN THE DARK BLACK RIVER YOUR CITY LIGHTS SHINE THEY ARE SCREAMING AT US WE DO NOT NEED YOUR KIND LIVING IN THE SPRAWL DEAD SHOPPING MALLS RISE LIKE MOUNTAINS BEYOND MOUNTAINS AND THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT I NEED THE DARKNESS SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE LIGHTS. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

blue and black and white and grey and pink and cream and gold, a polar bear prowls a glacier at midnight beneath the northern lights, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer

Polaroid of the golden gate bridge after an apocalypse. The bridge is covered in a dense multistory shanty town made of plywood and corrugated iron. it is nighttime, the sky is pitch black. it is raining. Chevette felt very strange, seeing this: the concrete tank traps, beyond them the impossible shape of the bridge itself. Atop the nearest cable tower, way up a cube of plywood there. The tendons of the bridge groan all in secret.