A Mysterious Figure in Dark Cloak with Butterfly Patterns

the entryway of an abandoned mysterious manor, spooky, unsettling

nighttime view from the edge of a marshy jungle, looking out over a calm, dark expanse of water. Dense trees and vines frame the shore, their twisted roots and shadows stretching into the still water. Wisps of mist hover above the water’s surface, where clusters of floating vegetation drift quietly. Fireflies and faint moonlight illuminate the scene, casting a pale glow over the calm, eerie landscape. Emerging from the water, at a distance but fully focused on the viewer, is a figure’s head just above the surface. Only their eyes and a hint of their face are visible, glowing with an unnatural, captivating light, staring directly at the viewer with an unsettling intensity, --ar 16:9

A dark, secluded jungle shoreline at night, where tangled roots and thick vines crowd the edge of a still, mist-covered lake. Patches of floating plants scatter across the calm water, dimly lit by the faint moonlight seeping through the trees. In the water, partially submerged and staring directly at you, is a single, shadowed figure. Only the top of their head and their unnaturally glowing eyes are visible, piercing through the darkness in an eerie, silent gaze. The air is thick and quiet, adding to the unsettling isolation of the scene, --ar 16:9

An aureate medieval Light and the sacred image with Demonic, Monster, Checking account, medieval style, and a Atmospheric view --v 5.2 --c 15 --style raw --s 300 --ar 5:7

灰色 --s 250 --v 6.0

butterfly seamless pattern --ar 9:16

a vague male figure at the center of a giant tornado in the middle of dark dilapidated town during a thunderstorm + horror + art style of Capullo, Brom, Whelan, aly fell rutkowski, art germ, rossdraws, and franzzeta + art station + ultra detailed + hyper realistic + 8k --ar 3:2 --niji 6

In truth the forest hears each sound --ar 16:9 --v 6.0

A rough, chaotic pencil sketch with unsettling, mysterious, spiritual, chaotic pencil lines, depicting a scene where a menacing, shadowy figure looms over a group of silent, passive figures. The shadowy figure represents cruelty and oppression, while the silent figures symbolize the tragic inaction of good people. The lines are jagged and abstract, creating a sense of tension and unease. The background is filled with swirling, dark patterns that highlight the contrast between the oppressor and the silent witnesses, emphasizing the weight of their inaction. The overall image is intentionally rough and sketch-like, capturing the profound and unsettling tragedy of silence in the face of evil. --c 8 --v 6.1

*Full body View, Starry Night Sky style, black Cloaked figure riding a black horse, Fourth Horseman of the apocalypse, eerie, wispy black cloak, Atlantean design with Mayan influence, unhappy, heartbroken, depressed, heartbreak, mist, dramatic stormy sky, shocking vibrant colored waves, in a dramatic burst of light and golden sparks, hyper realism, dynamic lighting, white and gold and rose gold, clean lines, in the style of gregory colbert, twisted trees, standing in a lake, light gray and brown, grainy photography, v 6.0 --style raw --s 250 --v 6.0

DND dark mage bandit with light magic

I saw you there at night Your shape appeared in the distance Your face distorted in the light And out of breath, I closely listened Your hungry eyes glow with fire And light up my humid hollow Just like me, the treacherous kind The warning's spelling out your name The winds are shifting, are you in? Oh, oh, you make my waters flow Now look how tall I grow I'm not human Oh, oh, with you it's magical The urge is animal I'm not human I felt you take a bite Your calming voice silently whispered How do you see your life in time? And is it worth all of these blisters? These broken limbs are worn and tired But our words are not yet written Our ember still burning inside The warning's spelling out your name Are you ready to begin? Morning will put out this flame The winds are shifting, are you in? Oh, oh, you make my waters flow Now look how tall I grow I'm not human Oh, oh, with you it's magical The urge is animal I'm not human Oh, oh, you make my waters flow Now look how tall I grow I'm not human Oh, oh, with you it's magical The urge is animal I'm not human I saw you there at night Your shape appeared in the distance Your face distorted in the light

Before the journey, preparation. medieval Light and cosmic image with Intangibility, mountains, Inscribed rectangle, medieval style, and a Spherical view --v 6.0 --c 15 --ar 5:7 --s 750

the cup of pestilence