Abstract Art of Intertwined Faces with Vibrant Colors

Flora Borealis - Creatures of the Aurora

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  Flora Borealis - Creatures of the Aurora
  
  Model: AIVision
  
  Size: 2688 X 1536 (4.13 MP)
  
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  Prompt: Little girl so fancy and sassy, looks up and asks, “If I was a flower would you pick me?” Unexpected of such grown up harm, she tries to pull and run from this man witch, with sour breath, it began wrapping around her like visible fog. She bit the witch, who bristled not a bit, as his head tilted back in glee, Years and years they did go by, and she was a woman, but felt like a child, never forgetting that breath like fog. she found that old man, that old witch, and stared at him as she trembled with anger, but all she saw was an old witch who’d never known love and she felt pity. As she departed, she handed him a flower, saying “I pick you.” She left knowing she’d done all girls a favor… the flower she left, it had a sour breath, too, invisible vapors, toxins that would end that witch. She bristled not a bit, just tossed back her head, and laughed. opalescent and black by James R. Eads
  
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Prompt: Little girl so fancy and sassy, looks up and asks, “If I was a flower would you pick me?” Unexpected of such grown up harm, she tries to pull and run from this man witch, with sour breath, it began wrapping around her like visible fog. She bit the witch, who bristled not a bit, as his head tilted back in glee, Years and years they did go by, and she was a woman, but felt like a child, never forgetting that breath like fog. she found that old man, that old witch, and stared at him as she trembled with anger, but all she saw was an old witch who’d never known love and she felt pity. As she departed, she handed him a flower, saying “I pick you.” She left knowing she’d done all girls a favor… the flower she left, it had a sour breath, too, invisible vapors, toxins that would end that witch. She bristled not a bit, just tossed back her head, and laughed. opalescent and black by James R. Eads

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realistic elegant masterpiece sensuality cinematic composition Zdzisław Beksiński dramatic focused no text Hayao Miyazaki high contrast Gustave Doré Arthur Rackham Frida Kahlo Tim Burton Hieronymus Bosch dreamy Surrealism film noir macabre haunting Jeremy Mann disturbing Engraving emotive crisp realism Multidimensional Semi-Abstract iridescent colors Igor Zenin visually breathtaking Transparent Fluidity diaphanous Avant garde Ultra Crisp quality insane depth masterful artistry hyper-detailed textures enhanced expressiveness tension dark lighting surreal nightmarish Exaggerated highly detailed realistic facial expressions perfect body coordination & accurate body kinetics & positioning 4k 4K 3D Perfect Proportional Anatomy Perfectly resonating emotions, flow, composition joao ruas, ken currie, Dave McKean, opalescent accent colors 8K, UHD, HDR, HQ Hyper realistic eyes & Hyper realistic detailed reflections in the eyes Yves St. Laurent, Christian Siriano, alexander McQueen, iris van herpen fashion, textile, vision, design, artistry award winning hyperrealistic ultra detailed Hyper detailed realistic facial expressiveness, especially eyes, brows, bottom of forehead and mouth Dark fairy tale with Sublime artistry Beautiful Creepy Masterpiece James R. Eads, Color palette & art Pathos Visible shame expressions, aura James R. Eads, Fine art)

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Little girl so fancy and sassy, looks up and asks, “If I was a flower would you pick me?” Unexpected of such grown up harm, she tries to pull and run from this man witch, with sour breath, it began wrapping around her like visible fog. She bit the witch, who bristled not a bit, as his head tilted back in glee, Years and years they did go by, and she was a woman, but felt like a child, never forgetting that breath like fog. she found that old man, that old witch, and stared at him as she trembled with anger, but all she saw was an old witch who’d never known love and she felt pity. As she departed, she handed him a flower, saying “I pick you.” She left knowing she’d done all girls a favor… the flower she left, it had a sour breath, too, invisible vapors, toxins that would end that witch. She bristled not a bit, just tossed back her head, and laughed. opalescent and black by James R. Eads

More about Flora Borealis - Creatures of the Aurora

Floral creatures gaze in wonder from their luminous bouquet of foliage & floating orbs.

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