Silhouette of person with sword facing gothic structure in orange sky

Fantasy gothic cathedral

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Tomislav G...
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Cyberspace (v2)*
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  Fantasy gothic cathedral
  
  Model: Cyberspace (v2)*
  
  Size: 2538 X 1974 (5.01 MP)
  
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  Prompt: In the murky depths of the night, there lurked a portly figure, a bald sentinel of his own twisted tales. This man, he danced on the precipice of sanity, fueled by the devil's elixir, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. The bald pate, a canvas for the chaos within, glistened under the neon haze. Drugs coursed through his veins like a raging torrent, distorting reality, distilling it into a fragmented kaleidoscope. With trembling hands, he clutched his electronic lifeline, a smartphone, or so it seemed. His mission: to copy the elusive words that danced like specters on his screen. But alas, his attempts were futile, like a desperate cry in a hurricane. In the spirit of Hunter S. Thompson, we bear witness to this maddening descent, a harrowing voyage into the heart of the American night. The search for meaning amidst the madness, a futile endeavor in the swirling abyss.
  
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  Aspect Ratio: landscape
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In the murky depths of the night, there lurked a portly figure, a bald sentinel of his own twisted tales. This man, he danced on the precipice of sanity, fueled by the devil's elixir, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. The bald pate, a canvas for the chaos within, glistened under the neon haze. Drugs coursed through his veins like a raging torrent, distorting reality, distilling it into a fragmented kaleidoscope. With trembling hands, he clutched his electronic lifeline, a smartphone, or so it seemed. His mission: to copy the elusive words that danced like specters on his screen. But alas, his attempts were futile, like a desperate cry in a hurricane. In the spirit of Hunter S. Thompson, we bear witness to this maddening descent, a harrowing voyage into the heart of the American night. The search for meaning amidst the madness, a futile endeavor in the swirling abyss.