Arafed man in a gas mask standing in the desert

n a surreal landscape, a solitary figure stands before a vast expanse of rippling sand dunes, wearing a stillsuit, they appear almost as if they're merging with the surrounding terrain, face shrouded by shadow, their features obscured by rim lighting, sunset casting an orange glow across the barren wasteland, the figure raises their arms skyward, palms outstretched towards the heavens, And then, without warning, tendrils of violet flame erupt from their fingertips, dancing wildly in the twilight air, Is this a display of otherworldly power or a desperate plea for salvation, style of Slawomir Maniak, <lora:StillsuitXL_v1.31:0.8>

Hoy quiero hablar de algo emocionante, ¿vienes?

n a surreal landscape, a solitary figure stands before a vast expanse of rippling sand dunes, wearing a stillsuit, they appear almost as if they're merging with the surrounding terrain, face shrouded by shadow, their features obscured by rim lighting, sunset casting an orange glow across the barren wasteland, the figure raises their arms skyward, palms outstretched towards the heavens, And then, without warning, tendrils of violet flame erupt from their fingertips, dancing wildly in the twilight air, Is this a display of otherworldly power or a desperate plea for salvation, style of Slawomir Maniak, <lora:StillsuitXL_v1.31:0.8>

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