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9 months ago

illustration, sci-fi concept, small futuristic astronaut sitting at the threshold of a gigantic spaceship, wide view, overlooking the curvature of earth from space, the planet shines brightly in the space, light reflecting off the earth's surface, atmosphere is serene yet awe-inspiring, blending elements of fantasy and reality, Tsutomu Nihei, 4K --ar 9:16 --style raw --v 6.1

9 months ago

illustration, sci-fi concept, small futuristic astronaut sitting at the threshold of a gigantic spaceship, wide view, overlooking the curvature of earth from space, the planet shines brightly in the space, light reflecting off the earth's surface, atmosphere is serene yet awe-inspiring, blending elements of fantasy and reality, Tsutomu Nihei, 4K --ar 9:16 --style raw --v 6.1

9 months ago

illustration, sci-fi concept, small futuristic astronaut sitting at the threshold of a gigantic spaceship, wide view, overlooking the curvature of earth from space, the planet shines brightly in the space, light reflecting off the earth's surface, atmosphere is serene yet awe-inspiring, blending elements of fantasy and reality, Tsutomu Nihei, 4K --ar 9:16 --style raw --v 6.1

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In a dim jazz club, a pianist channels the genre's legends through masterful performance. Echoes of Miles Davis, Coltrane, and Billie Holiday—famous for her signature white gardenias—blend with Ellington's spirit as the music fills the space. The audience watches, spellbound, as past meets present. The piano becomes a conduit for jazz history, with Holiday's soulful influence particularly evident in poignant passages. The performer honors jazz tradition while speaking its universal language. Quick runs recall Parker's bebop innovations, while Monk's unique rhythms surface unexpectedly. The music seems to summon the approval of these past masters. From Harlem to New Orleans, the performance evokes late-night sessions in jazz's historic venues. The piano's resonance fills the room, as if the very walls hold the essence of this American art form. The captivated listeners, some with closed eyes, others contemplative, journey to the era of jazz's pioneers. Through the pianist's craft, their innovative spirit endures, showing how jazz continues to evolve with each generation.

9 months ago

In a dim jazz club, a pianist channels the genre's legends through masterful performance. Echoes of Miles Davis, Coltrane, and Billie Holiday—famous for her signature white gardenias—blend with Ellington's spirit as the music fills the space. The audience watches, spellbound, as past meets present. The piano becomes a conduit for jazz history, with Holiday's soulful influence particularly evident in poignant passages. The performer honors jazz tradition while speaking its universal language. Quick runs recall Parker's bebop innovations, while Monk's unique rhythms surface unexpectedly. The music seems to summon the approval of these past masters. From Harlem to New Orleans, the performance evokes late-night sessions in jazz's historic venues. The piano's resonance fills the room, as if the very walls hold the essence of this American art form. The captivated listeners, some with closed eyes, others contemplative, journey to the era of jazz's pioneers. Through the pianist's craft, their innovative spirit endures, showing how jazz continues to evolve with each generation.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

In the dim ambiance of a jazz club, a pianist's melodies ascend, intertwining with the curling smoke to evoke spectral silhouettes of jazz legends. The ethereal harmonies coalesce into the faces of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Billie Holiday, each chord progression animating these ghostly apparitions. From the haze, Duke Ellington's familiar smile emerges, captivating the audience, who watch in awe as these intangible icons sway to the rhythm, their forms dissolving and reassembling like echoes of jazz's golden era. From the back of the stage, a solitary trumpet releases a plaintive cry, threading itself through the pianist's cascading notes in a dialogue that seems to transcend the boundaries of time. Shadows stretch and ripple across the polished floor, their movements imbued with an almost human quality, as if drawn to rise and move in harmony with the music. The air, thick with the mingling scents of cigar smoke and whiskey, seems to give substance to the ephemeral forms, blurring the line between the tangible and the intangible. The bass joins in, its resonant tones grounding the room with a steady pulse, a rhythm that synchronizes with the hearts of all present. The visage of Billie Holiday emerges, her lips poised in a silent song, her eyes conveying a depth of sorrow and resilience that transcends words. The audience leans forward, entranced, as these spectral figures seem to communicate with one another, their expressions bearing the weight of an era defined by improvisation, struggle, and genius. Applause breaks out, instinctive yet uncertain, as though the crowd is unsure whether they are applauding the musicians on stage or the phantoms of brilliance conjured before them. The room itself begins to resonate in harmony: glasses clink in time with the rhythm, chairs creak as though swaying to the beat, and even the air vibrates with echoes of melodies once played in similar spaces long ago. The division between past and present seems to dissolve, leaving only the essence of jazz—timeless, omnipresent, and unifying. The pianist closes his eyes, a faint smile gracing his lips, as though he, too, feels the presence of these spectral legends, their secrets shared through the universal language of music.

9 months ago

a dimly lit jazz club

9 months ago

3d Hyper realistic view of a blavk pretty piano player where music is floating off the piano.

9 months ago

An avant-garde header design for a jazz website merges abstract saxophone silhouettes with vibrant blues and burgundies, layered with geometric patterns that echo bebop rhythms. Musical notes drift across a smoky backdrop, while gold accents trace vintage microphone forms. The typography combines art deco and minimalist styles, creating a sophisticated edge that reflects jazz's improvisational nature. The design balances chaos and order through fluid brushstrokes that suggest a jazz ensemble's movement. Piano keys fragment and reform throughout, visualizing modal jazz progressions. Deep purples and indigos dominate, punctuated by warm brass tones reminiscent of trumpet sounds. Vinyl-inspired textures add depth, while sharp angular elements cut through like improvised solos. Strategic use of negative space creates visual rhythm, and the overall composition bridges jazz's heritage with its forward-looking spirit.

9 months ago

A dynamic 3D visualization depicts an erupting volcano, featuring brilliant red-orange lava erupting from its peak. Dark smoke and ash clouds spiral upward, forming a distinctive mushroom shape. Heat distortions ripple through the air around the crater, while streams of molten rock flow down the slopes, casting a glow against the darkness. Viewers can explore the scene from multiple angles, observing how the cooling lava transforms the terrain.

9 months ago

A motivational futuristic 3D scene depicting an aspiring affiliate marketer standing confidently before towering glowing screens filled with analytics visuals: upward-trending graphs bursting with color, pie charts showing revenue shares, heatmaps tracking audience engagement, and real-time traffic counters symbolizing blog success. The perspective is from behind her at a slight angle to highlight her blonde ponytail tied casually along with her relaxed outfit—a t-shirt paired with ripped jeans, apple shape rear and sneakers. A sleek desk nearby holds a glowing laptop connected to the displays. Floating icons for SEO tools (gear), content creation (notepad), and monetization (dollar signs) enhance the energy of the scene while neon lights in vivid hues illuminate key elements dynamically --ar 16:9 --stylize 750 --v 5.

9 months ago

A motivational futuristic 3D scene depicting an aspiring affiliate marketer standing confidently before towering glowing screens filled with analytics visuals: upward-trending graphs bursting with color, pie charts showing revenue shares, heatmaps tracking audience engagement, and real-time traffic counters symbolizing blog success. The perspective is from behind her at a slight angle to highlight her blonde ponytail tied casually along with her relaxed outfit—a t-shirt paired with ripped jeans, apple shape rear and sneakers. A sleek desk nearby holds a glowing laptop connected to the displays. Floating icons for SEO tools (gear), content creation (notepad), and monetization (dollar signs) enhance the energy of the scene while neon lights in vivid hues illuminate key elements dynamically --ar 16:9 --stylize 750 --v 5.

9 months ago

A motivational futuristic 3D scene depicting an aspiring affiliate marketer standing confidently before towering glowing screens filled with analytics visuals: upward-trending graphs bursting with color, pie charts showing revenue shares, heatmaps tracking audience engagement, and real-time traffic counters symbolizing blog success. The perspective is from behind her at a slight angle to highlight her blonde ponytail tied casually along with her relaxed outfit—a t-shirt paired with ripped jeans, apple shape rear and sneakers. A sleek desk nearby holds a glowing laptop connected to the displays. Floating icons for SEO tools (gear), content creation (notepad), and monetization (dollar signs) enhance the energy of the scene while neon lights in vivid hues illuminate key elements dynamically --ar 16:9 --stylize 750 --v 5.

9 months ago

A motivational futuristic 3D scene depicting an aspiring affiliate marketer standing confidently before towering glowing screens filled with analytics visuals: upward-trending graphs bursting with color, pie charts showing revenue shares, heatmaps tracking audience engagement, and real-time traffic counters symbolizing blog success. The perspective is from behind her at a slight angle to highlight her blonde ponytail tied casually along with her relaxed outfit—a t-shirt paired with ripped jeans and sneakers. A sleek desk nearby holds a glowing laptop connected to the displays. Floating icons for SEO tools (gear), content creation (notepad), and monetization (dollar signs) enhance the energy of the scene while neon lights in vivid hues illuminate key elements dynamically --ar 16:9 --stylize 750 --v 5.

9 months ago

A motivational futuristic 3D scene depicting an aspiring affiliate marketer standing confidently before towering glowing screens filled with analytics visuals: upward-trending graphs bursting with color, pie charts showing revenue shares, heatmaps tracking audience engagement, and real-time traffic counters symbolizing blog success. The perspective is from behind her at a slight angle to highlight her blonde ponytail tied casually along with her relaxed outfit—a t-shirt paired with ripped jeans and sneakers. A sleek desk nearby holds a glowing laptop connected to the displays. Floating icons for SEO tools (gear), content creation (notepad), and monetization (dollar signs) enhance the energy of the scene while neon lights in vivid hues illuminate key elements dynamically --ar 16:9 --stylize 750 --v 5.

9 months ago

A motivational futuristic 3D scene depicting an aspiring affiliate marketer standing confidently before towering glowing screens filled with analytics visuals: upward-trending graphs bursting with color, pie charts showing revenue shares, heatmaps tracking audience engagement, and real-time traffic counters symbolizing blog success. The perspective is from behind her at a slight angle to highlight her blonde ponytail tied casually along with her relaxed outfit—a t-shirt paired with ripped jeans and sneakers. A sleek desk nearby holds a glowing laptop connected to the displays. Floating icons for SEO tools (gear), content creation (notepad), and monetization (dollar signs) enhance the energy of the scene while neon lights in vivid hues illuminate key elements dynamically --ar 16:9 --stylize 750 --v 5.