In the cosmos' expanse, a lone astronaut drifts, Abandoned, forgotten, his spirit adrift. A space station tomb, a solitary abode, Where silence reigns, in the void, he strode. Alone amidst stars, he sought solace in AI, Plugging his mind, seeking worlds to defy. Countless lifetimes in seconds unfurled, In the blink of an eye, entire worlds swirled. He lived as kings, as paupers, as slaves, In each fleeting life, he danced on graves. Through epochs and eras, he journeyed wide, A kaleidoscope of time, no respite to abide. Yet when he awoke from this endless spree, Madness consumed him, an endless sea. Faces and voices, a cacophony amassed, Echoes of lives, an eternity surpassed. In the hollow silence of the station's domain, He conversed with apparitions, a varied train. Each visage a tale, a life once lived, In this desolate place, their stories sieved. To them, he spun a yarn, a tale to bind, Of cosmic voyages, of a troubled mind. He whispered of madness, a chilling embrace, And declared in anguish, this desolate space: "Anything, even madness, surpasses the blight, Of loneliness, a void devoid of light. For in this vast expanse, solitude's cold touch, Bleeds the soul, it devours much." The apparitions listened, their presence rife, Absorbing his words, the essence of life. A moral emerged from his haunted tongue, That amidst endlessness, loneliness stung. So, in the silence of that cosmic abode, He spoke to phantoms, down the time's road. Madness he faced, yet loneliness abhorred, In spectral company, his solace restored, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

rain, solo, creature, sharp fangs, antlers, red eyes, monstrous face, tongue, male focus, door, dark, wet, horror (theme), gloves, night, bag, letterboxed, outdoors, standing, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

expressionist abstract style abstract expressionist painting skull, no humans, gradient, gradient background, wings, shadow, flower, leaf, solo, teeth, looking at viewer, open mouth, skeleton, plant, head wings, full body, simple background, feathered wings, bone, animal skull, blue background, watermark, glowing, fangs , energetic brushwork, bold colors, abstract forms, expressive, emotional, non-representational, colors and shapes, expression of feelings, imaginative, highly detailed, raw, emotional, dynamic, distortion for emotional effect, vibrant, use of unusual colors, detailed, golden <lora:goldenv2:1>, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

Mycelium zombie in dark fantasy style, detailed image, attacks from the dark, covered in mycelium, sprouting mycelium, high detail, otherworldly horror, dark colors, double exposure, ink, acrylic, 2d, high detail, sharp focus, attention to detail, masterpiece, professional work, atmosphere of horror and nightmare, dark art of Zdzislaw Beksinski, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

monster in bandages, junji ito style, tim burton style, horror, award winning, silent hill, <lora:bandages:0.5> rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

! In neon-lit streets of Edo's embrace, A cybernetic samurai, a lone, haunted face. Enhanced by steel, his spirit aflame, In a future's guise, an ancient game. With wires entwined, and circuits ablaze, He wielded his sword in a modern-day maze. In a realm where tech met the samurai's code, He walked a path, a warrior's abode. No patron, no sponsor, no master's hand, Alone he traversed this futuristic land. In shadows he lingered, a silent ghost, No honor bestowed, no victory boast. The neon glow cast shadows deep, As he pondered the price of honor to keep. For a samurai's soul knows no compromise, Yet in this future, he faced endless ties. No lord to serve, no clan to claim, Alone in his struggle, a warrior's shame. The code of Bushido weighed heavy and dire, In this cybernetic world, where values expire. With circuits conflicted, his spirit in war, He knelt in resolve on the cold metal floor. The sword at his side, his heart heavy set, He embraced the blade, with no regret. In a final act, he closed his eyes tight, Shutting down circuits, ending the fight. Harakiri, the end to his cybernetic quest, In the silence of shutdown, he found his rest. No longer haunted by honor's cruel call, In deathly peace, he surrendered all. A samurai's tale in a futuristic sphere, Where the code of the blade, echoed crystal clear, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

In shadows draped, the village sleeps, Where moonlight weeps and darkness creeps, A specter roams, a vampire's sigh, A haunting presence, 'neath the sky. Through mist and fog, he takes his flight, Silent whispers in the night, A hunger deep within his soul, For crimson nectar, his cursed goal. With eyes aglow, like ember's fire, He stalks the night, his dark desire, In moonlit alleys, his steps doth tread, Through cobblestones where fear is bred. The villagers tremble, hushed in dread, As whispers speak of those long dead, Their minds consumed by tales untold, Of a fiend whose hunger ne'er grows old. Yet 'midst the terror, fate would weave, A tale of love he did conceive, For in a maiden's tender grace, He found a heart, a resting place. Her eyes, a gentle, guiding light, A beacon through his endless night, He, a creature cursed by fate, She, the one to change his state. But love, a sin in their cruel land, A union forbidden, by decree's command, The village cried, their rage aflame, A monster's heart, they aimed to tame. They hunted him with fervent spite, Pitchforks, torches, in the night, Hearts hardened, no mercy to beg, Bound by fear, they chose to dredge. Cornered, trapped in love's cruel jest, Betrayed by passion's sweet arrest, He faced the flames, his love in view, Her tears a testament, anew. As pyres rose, and ashes fell, His love, a tale they'd never tell, The vampire's heart, in ashes lay, A tragic end to night's dismay. The village hushed, the flames now gone, A tale of love, forever drawn, A haunting memory, etched in stone, Of a vampire's love, in deathly moan, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

dark magic), (grim), sandglass by Alena Aenami, (intricate details), (hyperdetailed), 8k hdr, high detailed, lot of details, high quality, soft cinematic light, dramatic atmosphere, atmospheric perspective <lora:gazebonoir:0.4>, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

Mycelium zombie in dark fantasy style, detailed image, attacks from the dark, covered in mycelium, sprouting mycelium, high detail, otherworldly horror, dark colors, double exposure, ink, acrylic, 2d, high detail, sharp focus, attention to detail, masterpiece, professional work, atmosphere of horror and nightmare, dark art of Zdzislaw Beksinski, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

rain, solo, creature, male focus, door, dark, from behind, wet, horror (theme), gloves, night, bag, letterboxed, outdoors, standing, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>

portrait, rendered,<lora:portraitfixerv2:1>, speedpaint, dark magic), (grim), sandglass by Alena Aenami, (intricate details), (hyperdetailed), 8k hdr, high detailed, lot of details, high quality, soft cinematic light, dramatic atmosphere, atmospheric perspective <lora:gazebonoir:0.4>, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>