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A man walking along a railroad track in a rural area, surrounded by a narrow alleyway in a quiet Japanese urban area, lined with old wooden and metal-clad buildings, utility pipes, and faded posters. The ground is wet and slightly uneven, suggesting a recent rain. A young boy in a red shirt and jeans is running down the alley with his back turned to the viewer. A striking green and black snake-like mural with a dragon head is painted on a wooden door to the left. The scene is lit with soft, warm light, giving it a nostalgic and cinematic atmosphere.
A man walking along a railroad track in a rural area, surrounded A narrow alleyway in a quiet Japanese urban area, lined with old wooden and metal-clad buildings, utility pipes, and faded posters. The ground is wet and slightly uneven, suggesting a recent rain. A young boy in a red shirt and jeans is running down the alley with his back turned to the viewer. A striking green and black snake-like mural with a dragon head is painted on a wooden door to the left. The scene is lit with soft, warm light, giving it a nostalgic and cinematic atmosphere.
A man walking along a railroad track in a rural area, surrounded by a narrow alleyway in a quiet Japanese urban area, lined with old wooden and metal-clad buildings, utility pipes, and faded posters. The ground is wet and slightly uneven, suggesting a recent rain. A young boy in a red shirt and jeans is running down the alley with his back turned to the viewer. A striking green and black snake-like mural with a dragon head is painted on a wooden door to the left. The scene is lit with soft, warm light, giving it a nostalgic and cinematic atmosphere.
A man walking along a railroad track in a rural area, surrounded A narrow alleyway in a quiet Japanese urban area, lined with old wooden and metal-clad buildings, utility pipes, and faded posters. The ground is wet and slightly uneven, suggesting a recent rain. A young boy in a red shirt and jeans is running down the alley with his back turned to the viewer. A striking green and black snake-like mural with a dragon head is painted on a wooden door to the left. The scene is lit with soft, warm light, giving it a nostalgic and cinematic atmosphere.
Mobutu, former president of Zaire, with wings like an angel in a wheelchair, with a background like a sunset, a black feather on him with royal attire.
Mubutu ex président du Zaïre avec les ailes comme un ange dans un fauteuil roulant avec un arrière plan comme le coucher du soleil le plume noir sur lui avec les habits des rois
Many round mini sausages, mini pickles, mini peppers, mini radishes, mini pretzels, quail eggs, and mini tomatoes are distributed on the individual branches of the Metzger-Christmas tree, decorated with mustard, mayonnaise, and ketchup stars.
Am Metzger-Weihnachtsbaum viele runde Mini-Würstchen, Mini-Gewürzgurken, Mini-Peperoni, Mini-Radieschen, Mini-Brezen, Wachteleiern und Mini-Tomaten auf den einzelnen Zweigen verteilt, verziert mit Senf-, Mayonnaise und Ketchup-Sternen
A 18-year-old barefoot woman is leaning against the wall in the basement, trembling with fear.
18歳の裸足の女性が地下室で壁に寄りかかっておびえている
Here's a revised version of the prompt, combining both the embedded eyes and the screaming human faces in the walls, creating an intense and surreal atmosphere: "An endless staircase made of pristine white marble stretches upward into a dark, oppressive sky, the steps smooth yet cracked, revealing deep fissures that bleed torrents of dark red blood. The blood pours relentlessly, staining the white marble with a horrifying contrast, pooling at the base in a violent, crimson flood. The staircase seems to stretch forever, yet it’s heavy with a sense of decay and doom. As the blood pours down, human body parts—arms, legs, torsos—fall slowly from the air, their skin torn, muscles exposed, and organs spilling out. The limbs hang in unnatural positions, suspended in eternal, horrific motion. Embedded within the white marble steps are human eyes—alive and vivid, their pupils wide with terror and locked in eternal panic. The eyes strain against the cold marble, their irises shimmering with an unnatural light. The blood flows toward these eyes, pooling around them, as though it’s drawn by their agony. The eyes blink slowly, filled with fear and helplessness, witnessing the nightmare around them. Each eye is a grotesque, realistic expression of horror, locked within the stone. Simultaneously, the walls that border the staircase are covered with human faces, grotesquely embedded in the stone itself. These faces are not disembodied—they are fused with the wall, their skin stretched tight, their features twisted in silent screams. The mouths are open in frozen cries of terror, eyes bulging with desperation and agony. These faces seem to be trapped, as if they were once human but have become part of the structure, their voices lost but their suffering alive. The faces are locked in an eternal scream, as if they are both witness to and participants in the horrors unfolding before them. The scene is cinematic, with harsh, otherworldly lighting casting deep, unnatural shadows ac
Here’s a revised version of the prompt, combining both the embedded eyes and the screaming human faces in the walls, creating an intense and surreal atmosphere: "An endless staircase made of pristine white marble stretches upward into a dark, oppressive sky, the steps smooth yet cracked, revealing deep fissures that bleed torrents of dark red blood. The blood pours relentlessly, staining the white marble with a horrifying contrast, pooling at the base in a violent, crimson flood. The staircase seems to stretch forever, yet it’s heavy with a sense of decay and doom. As the blood pours down, human body parts—arms, legs, torsos—fall slowly from the air, their skin torn, muscles exposed, and organs spilling out. The limbs hang in unnatural positions, suspended in eternal, horrific motion. Embedded within the white marble steps are human eyes—alive and vivid, their pupils wide with terror and locked in eternal panic. The eyes strain against the cold marble, their irises shimmering with an unnatural light. The blood flows toward these eyes, pooling around them, as though it’s drawn by their agony. The eyes blink slowly, filled with fear and helplessness, witnessing the nightmare around them. Each eye is a grotesque, realistic expression of horror, locked within the stone. Simultaneously, the walls that border the staircase are covered with human faces, grotesquely embedded in the stone itself. These faces are not disembodied—they are fused with the wall, their skin stretched tight, their features twisted in silent screams. The mouths are open in frozen cries of terror, eyes bulging with desperation and agony. These faces seem to be trapped, as if they were once human but have become part of the structure, their voices lost but their suffering alive. The faces are locked in an eternal scream, as if they are both witness to and participants in the horrors unfolding before them. The scene is cinematic, with harsh, otherworldly lighting casting deep, unnatural shadows ac
A 18-year-old barefoot woman is sitting on a chair in the basement, trembling with fear.
18歳の裸足の女性が地下室で椅子に腰かけておびえている
A 19-year-old barefoot woman is sitting on a chair in the basement, trembling with fear.
19歳の裸足の女性が地下室で椅子に腰かけておびえている
A large baobab tree in the shape of a human with an open mouth, adorned with leaves and flowers made of bottles and chased plastic, shaped like a human with a wide-open mouth.
Un grand l'arbre de baobab à la forme humaine ouvrant la bouche en coller ces feuilles et fleurs sont de bouteilles et chassés en plastique, à la forme humaine avec la bouche grandement ouvertes
A 19-year-old woman is lying down in the basement, wearing thin clothing, with a seemingly pleasant expression on her face, depicting a full-body painting.
19歳の女性が薄着で地下室で気持ちよさそうな表情で横たわっている全身の画僧
