Prompt
masterpiece, photorealistic highly detailed 8k photography, best cinematic quality, volumetric lighting and shadows, sharp intricate details, Donald Trump in reflective hdsrmr, (dynamic pose:1.2), Haunted Catacombs with Flickering Torches background
Negative
lowres, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, blurry, ((((ugly)))), (((duplicate))), ((morbid)), ((mutilated)), [out of frame], extra fingers, mutated hands, ((poorly drawn hands)), ((poorly drawn face)), (((mutation))), (((deformed))), ((bad anatomy)), (((bad proportions))), ((extra limbs)), cloned face, (((disfigured))), extra limbs, gross proportions, (malformed limbs), ((missing arms)), ((missing legs)), (((extra arms))), (((extra legs))), mutated hands, (fused fingers), (too many fingers), (((long neck)))
Prompt
masterpiece, photorealistic highly detailed 8k photography, best cinematic quality, volumetric lighting and shadows, sharp intricate details, Donald Trump in reflective hdsrmr, (dynamic pose:1.2), Haunted Catacombs with Flickering Torches background
Negative
lowres, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, blurry, ((((ugly)))), (((duplicate))), ((morbid)), ((mutilated)), [out of frame], extra fingers, mutated hands, ((poorly drawn hands)), ((poorly drawn face)), (((mutation))), (((deformed))), ((bad anatomy)), (((bad proportions))), ((extra limbs)), cloned face, (((disfigured))), extra limbs, gross proportions, (malformed limbs), ((missing arms)), ((missing legs)), (((extra arms))), (((extra legs))), mutated hands, (fused fingers), (too many fingers), (((long neck)))
Legacy of the Forgotten Realm: The Modern Pact
Short Story
In a land far from the reach of normal maps, nestled in the cradle of an ancient world, there stood a formidable fortress buried deep within the earth. Its walls, carved by the hands of time and secrecy, narrated stories of ages past, of heroes and kings who once walked its hallowed halls. At the heart of this fortress was a labyrinthine network of passageways, each turn promising mystery or peril.
Deep within these corridors, where the silence was broken only by the occasional drip of water, a man of considerable influence made his journey. Garbed in a suit that seemed at odds with the rough-hewn stone and the flickering torchlight, he strode with purpose. His face, illuminated by the warm glow of the fires he held in his hand, was a mask of determination and power. Despite the antiquity surrounding him, his presence was undeniably modern, a stark contrast to the arcane whispers etched into the very air of the passageways.
This man, neither a king nor a conqueror, possessed a different type of realm—an empire built on decisions and decrees, on whispered allegiances and bold proclamations. He ventured here not in search of treasure or ancient secrets, but rather as a keeper of a pact that had been struck generations before his time.
The pact was sworn to ensure the safety of the realm he governed, tethered to an ancient force that slumbered within the depths of the earth. Every decade,
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