A radioactive neon superstorm detonates over Israel, but this is not a postcard — it’s an operatic meltdown of reality itself. The Mediterranean boils into fluorescent slime as skyscrapers twist like furious chrome serpents, vomiting holographic advertisements into a sky the color of poisoned amethyst. A colossal cyber-hyena with molten circuitry veins stalks across the skyline, its laughter shattering satellites into glittering shrapnel. Thunderclouds shaped like shattered crowns spit acid rain that hisses on contact with the pavement, carving glowing runes of pure chaos into the streets. The air tastes like ozone, rebellion, and burnt sugar. Across a levitating boardwalk of glitching pixels and flaming street signs, grotesquely over-the-top tourist caricatures in oversized mech suits argue with a parliament of venomous parrots wearing gold-plated gas masks. A gigantic mutant alligator made of oil slick and broken mirrors drags itself through a fountain of liquid energy drinks, snapping at drones shaped like screaming cherubs. Nearby, a pride of lions with flaming manes made of corrupted data prowl through piles of melting marble statues, while obese, winged bulldogs belch plumes of glittering smog that morph into corporate logos before exploding. Everything is excessive, loud, intentionally abrasive — a maximalist fever dream choking on its own spectacle. In the foreground, a furious raccoon in a spiked leather jacket spray-paints the moon with toxic-green graffiti while riding a rocket-powered shopping cart through a tornado of shattered fast-food crowns and burning velvet curtains. A massive vulture with chrome talons perches atop a throne of cracked smartphones, screaming binary curses into a megaphone made of bone and crystal. The entire image is drenched in corrosive neon, hyper-contrast shadows, aggressive fisheye distortion, and apocalyptic 64K detail — a visually “toxic” symphony of excess where subtlety has been obliterated, reality is glitching beyond repair, and the universe itself seems one sarcastic comment away from spontaneous combustion.

Prompt

A radioactive neon superstorm detonates over Israel, but this is not a postcard — it’s an operatic meltdown of reality itself. The Mediterranean boils into fluorescent slime as skyscrapers twist like furious chrome serpents, vomiting holographic advertisements into a sky the color of poisoned amethyst. A colossal cyber-hyena with molten circuitry veins stalks across the skyline, its laughter shattering satellites into glittering shrapnel. Thunderclouds shaped like shattered crowns spit acid rain that hisses on contact with the pavement, carving glowing runes of pure chaos into the streets. The air tastes like ozone, rebellion, and burnt sugar. Across a levitating boardwalk of glitching pixels and flaming street signs, grotesquely over-the-top tourist caricatures in oversized mech suits argue with a parliament of venomous parrots wearing gold-plated gas masks. A gigantic mutant alligator made of oil slick and broken mirrors drags itself through a fountain of liquid energy drinks, snapping at drones shaped like screaming cherubs. Nearby, a pride of lions with flaming manes made of corrupted data prowl through piles of melting marble statues, while obese, winged bulldogs belch plumes of glittering smog that morph into corporate logos before exploding. Everything is excessive, loud, intentionally abrasive — a maximalist fever dream choking on its own spectacle. In the foreground, a furious raccoon in a spiked leather jacket spray-paints the moon with toxic-green graffiti while riding a rocket-powered shopping cart through a tornado of shattered fast-food crowns and burning velvet curtains. A massive vulture with chrome talons perches atop a throne of cracked smartphones, screaming binary curses into a megaphone made of bone and crystal. The entire image is drenched in corrosive neon, hyper-contrast shadows, aggressive fisheye distortion, and apocalyptic 64K detail — a visually “toxic” symphony of excess where subtlety has been obliterated, reality is glitching beyond repair, and the universe itself seems one sarcastic comment away from spontaneous combustion.

Negative prompt

Use negative words like “blue” to get less blue color

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