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masterpiece, Art by Vasily Surikov, a portrait of pretty cyberpunk girl, luminescence, ultrearalistic, hyperdetailed, soft lighting
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(deformed, distorted, disfigured:1.3), poorly drawn, bad anatomy, wrong anatomy, extra limb, missing limb, floating limbs, (mutated hands and fingers:1.4), disconnected limbs, mutation, mutated, ugly, disgusting, blurry, amputation. tattoo, watermark, text, anime, illustration, sketch, 3d, vector art, cartoon, painting, animal ears
Prompt
masterpiece, Art by Vasily Surikov, a portrait of pretty cyberpunk girl, luminescence, ultrearalistic, hyperdetailed, soft lighting
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(deformed, distorted, disfigured:1.3), poorly drawn, bad anatomy, wrong anatomy, extra limb, missing limb, floating limbs, (mutated hands and fingers:1.4), disconnected limbs, mutation, mutated, ugly, disgusting, blurry, amputation. tattoo, watermark, text, anime, illustration, sketch, 3d, vector art, cartoon, painting, animal ears
Prompt
masterpiece, Art by Vasily Surikov, a portrait of pretty cyberpunk girl, luminescence, ultrearalistic, hyperdetailed, soft lighting
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(deformed, distorted, disfigured:1.3), poorly drawn, bad anatomy, wrong anatomy, extra limb, missing limb, floating limbs, (mutated hands and fingers:1.4), disconnected limbs, mutation, mutated, ugly, disgusting, blurry, amputation. tattoo, watermark, text, anime, illustration, sketch, 3d, vector art, cartoon, painting, animal ears
The Circuitry of Fate: Aria’s Journey through Neon Tokyo
Short Story
In a future not too far from our own, the city of Neon Tokyo is a dazzling labyrinth of glass, steel, and light. Amid the ever-present hum of the city, people go about their lives under the watchful eyes of ubiquitous surveillance. The sky is rarely visible, shrouded by the towering skyscrapers that reach up towards the heavens. And amidst this technicolor dreamscape walks Aria, a young woman with a gaze as piercing as the city lights, and a presence that seems to hold stories untold.
Aria is an enigma. Her eyes, the color of the stormy sky, seem to reflect a depth of knowledge beyond her years. Clad in a sleek black jacket with glowing circuit lines and reactor cores, the faint sound of servos accompanies her every movement. If the city is a network of data streams and binary heartbeats, then Aria is a child of the digital tide.
The rain begins to fall, heavy droplets illuminated by neon and holograms. Aria seems unbothered as the water trickles down her dark locks, adorned with a headband embedded with flickering LEDs. It’s not just a fashion statement—it’s a tool, a component of the neural interface that taps directly into her brain.
Tonight is a collision of fates. Aria’s path is one that she has been guided towards by whispers in the web, by the microexpressions of strangers, and by the subliminal messaging that fest
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