A dark and creepy scene with a swamp and trees

(((hyper-realistic detail in textures, reflections, and lighting, with sharp focus, deep contrasts, and rich full colors:1.2))). The image should be noise-free, artifact-free, suitable for large-scale printing, and have a resolution of at least 9000 DPI. a world embodying eerie (((organic gore:1.2))) elements intertwine with ((surreal horror:1.9)). The landscape features structures resembling a (((fusion of flesh, bone, and steel:1.2))). Colossal edifices, skeletal and industrial in design, tower against a crimson-grey sky. The ground is a grotext network of roots and cables, connecting all in a living system. A monstrous entity, the Leviathan of Scorn, roams this desolation, a blend of muscle, metal, and cables, with a (head of both organic and mechanical horror). Smaller creatures, (malformed humanoids merged with machinery), skulk in corridors. The world's heart, a construct, pumps life-giving fluid, sustaining and consuming life. Ruins of a once-thriving civilization, blending sickly greens and metallic sheens, tell a silent story of catastrophic fusion. This landscape challenges life and artificiality, a haunting reflection beyond human understanding

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(((hyper-realistic detail in textures, reflections, and lighting, with sharp focus, deep contrasts, and rich full colors:1.2))). The image should be noise-free, artifact-free, suitable for large-scale printing, and have a resolution of at least 9000 DPI. a world embodying eerie (((organic gore:1.2))) elements intertwine with ((surreal horror:1.9)). The landscape features structures resembling a (((fusion of flesh, bone, and steel:1.2))). Colossal edifices, skeletal and industrial in design, tower against a crimson-grey sky. The ground is a grotext network of roots and cables, connecting all in a living system. A monstrous entity, the Leviathan of Scorn, roams this desolation, a blend of muscle, metal, and cables, with a (head of both organic and mechanical horror). Smaller creatures, (malformed humanoids merged with machinery), skulk in corridors. The world's heart, a construct, pumps life-giving fluid, sustaining and consuming life. Ruins of a once-thriving civilization, blending sickly greens and metallic sheens, tell a silent story of catastrophic fusion. This landscape challenges life and artificiality, a haunting reflection beyond human understanding

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