In a dreamscape where logic dissolves and reality bends, a surreal nativity unfo

$In a dreamscape where logic dissolves and reality bends, a surreal nativity unfolds. The manger, a melting clock draped in velvet, cradles the infant Jesus, his halo a flickering neon sign. Mary, a porcelain doll with eyes of amethyst, gazes upon him with a melancholy smile. Joseph, a faceless mannequin in a pinstripe suit, stands guard, his outstretched hand a withered branch. The stable, a crumbling colosseum overgrown with luminous moss, houses a menagerie of fantastical creatures. A giraffe with butterfly wings, a lion with a clockwork heart, and a unicorn with a rainbow mane gather around the manger, their eyes reflecting the distorted constellations of a swirling, purple sky. A staircase ascends into the clouds, leading to a doorway framed by melting candles. Three figures with elongated shadows approach, their faces obscured by shimmering masks. They bear gifts of fractured mirrors, disembodied voices, and impossible geometries. The air hums with a dissonant symphony of whispers and echoes, as the boundaries between the sacred and the surreal dissolve into a dreamlike tableau. ,<lora:Nativity Scene Style_epoch_10:1>,$

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In a dreamscape where logic dissolves and reality bends, a surreal nativity unfolds. The manger, a melting clock draped in velvet, cradles the infant Jesus, his halo a flickering neon sign. Mary, a porcelain doll with eyes of amethyst, gazes upon him with a melancholy smile. Joseph, a faceless mannequin in a pinstripe suit, stands guard, his outstretched hand a withered branch. The stable, a crumbling colosseum overgrown with luminous moss, houses a menagerie of fantastical creatures. A giraffe with butterfly wings, a lion with a clockwork heart, and a unicorn with a rainbow mane gather around the manger, their eyes reflecting the distorted constellations of a swirling, purple sky. A staircase ascends into the clouds, leading to a doorway framed by melting candles. Three figures with elongated shadows approach, their faces obscured by shimmering masks. They bear gifts of fractured mirrors, disembodied voices, and impossible geometries. The air hums with a dissonant symphony of whispers and echoes, as the boundaries between the sacred and the surreal dissolve into a dreamlike tableau. ,<lora:Nativity Scene Style_epoch_10:1>,

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