The missing scene from Deadwood

Lost photographs from the last week of WW2 --v 6.0 --s 250

scene from a Wes Anderson movie, people are dancing in front of 70's American dinner restaurant lost in Marseille , during the night, with a pastel color palette. --ar 128:85 --v 6.1

B9 lost in space robot in a dramatic, cinematic scene in a lost planet, realistic, gritty, --v 6.0 --s 750

Lost hidden photos from the 1800’s of old world civilizations --s 250

A radio transmission tower looming over a dark forest, the deadwood, thunderstorm, dead trees, deep purple sky, realistic, photograph --v 6.1 --ar 2:1

• Setting: A misty, moonlit carnival ground shrouded in darkness. The rides are old and broken, with an ominous Ferris wheel standing tall but missing several of its seats. The sky is filled with swirling clouds, hinting at a storm. • Main Visual: At the center of the cover, the little girl stands alone, holding a balloon that’s losing air. She’s wearing a bright, cheerful dress, but her expression shows fear and confusion. Her hair blows in the wind, and she looks like she’s about to run, but her feet are rooted to the ground. • Background Details: Behind her, silhouettes of carnival tents lean at odd angles, with some of the flaps torn and swinging. Shadowy figures are hidden within the fog, their shapes barely visible, as if they’re watching her from a distance. • Color Scheme: A mix of deep purples, dark blues, and grays to create an eerie, unsettling vibe, with small pops of faded yellow and red to highlight the remnants of what was once a bright carnival. • Title Font: Handwritten, slightly crooked, and faded, as if it’s been scratched onto an old sign.

Manuscript 512, Sumatran expedition to uncover the fabled Lost City of Dawleetoo. the real hidden human lifeby A.I Middleton hyper-realistic 32K quality; --ar 3:2

cute ghost lost in big cities, in the style of charming character illustrations --ar 7:8 --s 250 --v 6.0

the lost apothecary by eyvind earle and ludwig bemelmans and claire keane

Look out the window, all I see is rain And the whisper, calling out her name Turn around, let's realize the one we so adore And her song, sung forevermore Is it too late? Am I too late? Oh why can't forever last? Why can't we change the past? Dry your tears my friend, all is not lost yet We're fighting the fear of losing a losing game This song's for us, of past present and future There's no use questioning when my heart will beat again Is it too late? Am I too late? Oh why can't forever last? Why can't we change the past? Is it too late? Am I too late? Oh I know forever doesn't last I know we can't change the past

a man hiking, looking lost and anxious a little beat up in the woods. Wearing super nice hiking gear, expensive GPS.

Creating a book cover, The background could depict a jungle or a mysterious, exotic landscape with towering trees, vines, and hidden clues to the lost city. It should be bursting with vibrant colors to capture the sense of adventure. --ar 3:4 --v 5.2