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A haunting, surreal wasteland under a dark, unnatural sky. The terrain is cracked and lifeless, a cursed mirror of a soul. The sky above is a flowing mass of liquid gray and sickly green shadows, absorbing the eye like living ink. Dimensional fractures tear through the sky, leaking reversed auroras in shades of purple and deep green: rivers of black fire, upward-drifting poisonous mist, and stardust spirals unraveling in reverse.
Ruins float in the air — broken staircases leading nowhere, twisted towers hanging sideways in the sky, rusted railings suspended without structure. The entire horizon warps subtly, bending in response to unseen thoughts. In the far distance, dead stars and broken moons drift in a silent, violet void.
Lighting is low and eerie, dominated by purples, deep greens, and spectral grays. High detail, dark fantasy concept art, atmospheric, painterly texture, epic scale, no characters.
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A haunting, surreal wasteland under a dark, unnatural sky. The terrain is cracked and lifeless, a cursed mirror of a soul. The sky above is a flowing mass of liquid gray and sickly green shadows, absorbing the eye like living ink. Dimensional fractures tear through the sky, leaking reversed auroras in shades of purple and deep green: rivers of black fire, upward-drifting poisonous mist, and stardust spirals unraveling in reverse. Ruins float in the air — broken staircases leading nowhere, twisted towers hanging sideways in the sky, rusted railings suspended without structure. The entire horizon warps subtly, bending in response to unseen thoughts. In the far distance, dead stars and broken moons drift in a silent, violet void. Lighting is low and eerie, dominated by purples, deep greens, and spectral grays. High detail, dark fantasy concept art, atmospheric, painterly texture, epic scale, no characters.
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1024X432
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Jun 4, 2025
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SeaArt Infinity
LORA
Dramatic Flux light

Inframundo: Páramo

Son la región más externa y desolada del Inframundo, donde los fragmentos dispersos de almas —vegetativas, sensitivas e intelectivas— comienzan a aglutinarse de forma errática, como bruma negra arrastrada por el viento. Se extienden como un paisaje rocoso y árido, salpicado de montañas solitarias que proyectan sombras largas sobre un suelo agrietado, donde de tanto en tanto brotan charcos opacos de una sustancia que no refleja el cielo. Allí no existe el tiempo lineal ni la orientación física: es un espacio liminal, donde los fragmentos apenas comienzan a adquirir forma.
2025-06-04 19:25:14
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