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AUTOMATIC1111 DALL-E

1 month ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

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1 month ago

A dark, decayed factory steeped in dampness and neglect. Rows of broken, lifeless androids hang from chains and diagnostic cables, their battered forms suspended like relics of a forgotten era. Each android faces forward, their heads slumped and limbs dangling limply, as if gravity alone holds them in place. The androids are diverse—some humanoid with slender frames and fragmented synthetic skin, others industrial with exposed hydraulics, rusted plating, and shattered components. Many are missing limbs, their wires and cables hanging loosely, sparking faintly in the oppressive gloom. Among the rows, two androids stand out—their hands intertwined in a final act of connection before their power cells died. One is humanoid, its delicate features cracked and weathered, its synthetic skin peeling to reveal intricate, rusting frameworks. The other is industrial, bulkier, with heavier plating and exposed joints, its arm barely holding on by a tangle of wires. Their clasped hands emit a faint glow, flickering like dying embers, the last remnant of their shared existence. The factory is drenched in atmosphere. Thick haze and mist cling to every surface, illuminated by the weak, flickering glow of malfunctioning CRT screens and sparking cables. Dim red light spills from a cracked overhead lamp, casting diffuse shadows across the room. A faint, rhythmic drip echoes through the cavernous space, the sound amplified by the oppressive silence. A flickering sign above the rows reads: “ANDROID MULTI-PURPOSE FOUNDRY.” The foundry walls are lined with rusted, obsolete machinery and control panels. Pools of stagnant water collect on the floor, reflecting the faint, scattered light in jagged, broken patterns. Dust and smoke swirl in the air, cutting through the faint godrays that streak through shattered skylights, further obscured by the thick haze. The shadows of dangling chains and lifeless androids create eerie silhouettes on the mist-covered walls. The atmosphere is suffocatingly gritty, a testament to the decay of innovation. The androids stand as silent witnesses to a bygone era, their shattered forms a chilling reflection of the hubris and failure of their creators. The two holding hands, surrounded by rows of decaying machines, remain a quiet, haunting symbol of connection amidst the ruin.

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1 month ago

A close-up, bust-framed portrait of a powerful, malevolent sorcerer. Half of his face is human—sharp, angular, and etched with deep lines of age and dark knowledge, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with a malevolent light. The other half of his face is unnatural: a swirling mass of dark smoke and searing, glowing purple energy that crackles and flickers like an unstable flame. The energy pulses through the smoke, faint streaks of violet light cutting across his shadowy form like veins of raw power. His expression is one of cold, focused determination, with a hint of cruel satisfaction, as though he’s reveling in his sinister dominance. In his gnarled hands, twisted with dark veins and adorned with intricate rings of blackened metal, he holds a swirling, seething mass of glowing souls. The souls appear as countless ghostly faces—translucent and writhing, their expressions frozen in anguish and despair. They swirl chaotically in his grasp, glowing with spectral purples, blues, and faint streaks of white light. The souls drift outward in thin wisps, curling and dissipating like smoke, as though barely contained by his immense power. Subtle tendrils of the energy connect the souls to his smoke-covered half, as if he is drawing strength from them. The sorcerer’s appearance is dark and regal, clad in ornate, shadowy robes adorned with arcane symbols and glowing runes that pulse faintly in rhythm with the energy in his face. His shoulders are draped in tattered black fabric that flows like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. The background is ominous and blurred, a void of shadows and faint, drifting smoke illuminated only by the violent purple light emanating from his form and the souls he controls. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic—sharp contrast between deep shadows and the searing violet glow. The light spills across his human half, casting sharp lines across his features, while the glowing energy and souls illuminate the smoke on his other side, creating a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Small embers and particles of energy drift around him, hinting at the immense power radiating from his being.

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2 months ago

A hyper-realistic, cinematic image of a lone ninja sitting in deep meditation amidst a violent blizzard, his body partially covered by layers of snow. Dressed in traditional Japanese white clothing with red stitching along the outer edges (white clothing with red stitching:1.5), the ninja sits cross-legged, his posture calm and unyielding despite the fierce winds and cold. His eyes are closed, and his expression reflects deep inner focus, as though he is completely at peace with the chaotic storm around him. The snowfall is relentless, and over time, it has begun to pile up around him, covering his legs, shoulders, and the folds of his clothing (snow covering ninja:1.4). His stillness has allowed the snow to gather on him, giving the appearance of him becoming one with the environment, a figure of tranquility amidst the violent storm. His skin glistens with frost, but he seems unaffected by the freezing temperatures, radiating a quiet strength. The blizzard rages on, with snow and ice particles swirling wildly in the air, carried by the fierce winds (swirling snow and ice:1.5). The ninja's white clothing almost blends into the snow-covered ground, while the red stitching subtly stands out, drawing the eye to the intricate details of his outfit. Volumetric light beams break through the storm, casting soft, ethereal glows on the ninja and the snow beneath him, creating a mystical, dreamlike atmosphere (volumetric light in blizzard:1.4). The snowflakes catch the light as they fall, creating a shimmering effect that contrasts beautifully with the ninja’s still figure. The overall color palette features cold, muted tones of pale blues and whites, emphasizing the harshness of the environment, while the red stitching on the ninja’s clothing provides a stark, minimal contrast. The scene feels almost timeless, as if the ninja has transcended the physical world, achieving a state of complete calm and mastery over the elements." Key Elements and Weights: Ninja in White Clothing with Red Stitching: The ninja wears traditional white clothing with red stitching along the edges, sitting in a meditative pose, undisturbed by the storm (white clothing with red stitching:1.5). Snow Covering Ninja: The ninja is partially covered by snow, with snow piling up around his legs, shoulders, and clothing, symbolizing his stillness and deep focus (snow covering ninja:1.4). Blizzard with Swirling Snow: The blizzard rages on, with snow and ice particles swirling violently through the air, contrasting with the ninja’s stillness (swirling snow and ice:1.5). Volumetric Light in Blizzard: Volumetric light beams cut through the storm, casting a soft glow on the ninja and the snow, enhancing the scene's ethereal and serene atmosphere (volumetric light in blizzard:1.4). Cold Color Palette with Red Accents: The color palette is dominated by cold, muted tones of pale blues and whites, with the red stitching on the ninja’s outfit providing a minimal but striking contrast (cold blues and whites:1.4). Visual Impact: The snow-covered ninja remains calm and still, allowing the snow to gather around him, a symbol of his complete control over his mind and body despite the harsh elements. The white clothing with red stitching subtly contrasts with the snow and storm, making the ninja blend with his environment while still standing out in the details. The blizzard creates a dynamic and chaotic background, but the ninja's serene posture serves as the focal point of the scene, exuding tranquility and spiritual strength. The volumetric light beams add a mystical, dreamlike quality to the scene, creating depth and atmosphere as they interact with the swirling snow. The overall color palette, dominated by cold tones with the occasional flicker of red stitching, enhances the feeling of isolation and calm in the midst of the chaotic storm.

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2 months ago

Wide-angle cinematic photograph, shot with a 24mm lens and infinite depth of field (2.0), ensuring sharp focus on every element (2.0). A beautiful young woman sits casually by the back wheel of a Ferrari F40 (1.8), leaning against the car with one knee bent (1.7). She wears high-waisted jeans and a fitted white tank top (1.8). Her face is vividly detailed with natural skin texture, subtle highlights, and lifelike imperfections (2.0). Her wavy hair flows slightly in the summer night breeze, catching faint highlights from the car’s lights and starlight (1.9). The Ferrari F40 is viewed from a three-quarter angle (2.0), showcasing its low-slung wedge shape, iconic pop-up headlights, aggressive air intakes, and slatted rear vents (2.0). The glossy deep Ferrari red paint reflects subtle glimmers from the night sky (2.0), with faint smudges and scratches adding realism to its polished surface (2.0). The headlights emit sharp, volumetric beams that cut through a thin, misty ground haze (2.0), while the warm red taillights cast soft glows, reflecting faintly off the slightly dewy asphalt (2.0). Tiny details, like condensation forming around the taillights (1.8) and star reflections in the car's paint (1.8), enhance the realism. The night sky is dark and dramatic, rendered in deep indigo and black, avoiding oversaturated tones (2.0). It is filled with countless vivid stars, each sharp and distinct, with the glowing Milky Way stretching prominently across the horizon (2.0). Subtle celestial gradients and faint nebulae add depth and atmosphere (1.9). The ground haze interacts dynamically with the car’s beams (1.8), creating cinematic depth without obscuring the details. The composition is rich with blink-and-you-miss-it details (1.9): fine strands of the woman’s hair catching the light, faint dust particles floating in the haze illuminated by the beams (1.8), and tiny scratches on the Ferrari’s polished surface (2.0). The balance of cool ambient tones from the sky and warm, dramatic lighting from the car creates a high-contrast aesthetic (2.0). Everything—from the woman’s face to the car and the vivid starry sky—is rendered with razor-sharp clarity (2.0), achieving a professional, high-end photographic quality.

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2 months ago

A vast, windswept plain stretches endlessly under a storm-darkened sky, the land cracked and scorched from the aftermath of a brutal sorcerer’s duel. Towering, jagged clouds churn violently above, illuminated by streaks of purple lightning that crackle across the heavens, casting ominous flashes of light over the battlefield. At the center of this desolation stands the victorious, malevolent sorcerer—a towering, sinister figure with half of his face shrouded in swirling smoke and glowing, crackling purple energy. His expression is one of cold triumph as his glowing, inhuman eye burns with power. Before him, his defeated foe lies sprawled on the ground, his form crumpled and broken, robes tattered and bloodstained. The fallen sorcerer’s body is limp, his face twisted in despair and pain as the last remnants of his soul are ripped from his chest. Glowing tendrils of ethereal light—streams of ghostly white, blue, and violet energy—pour upward like smoke, writhing and coiling as they are drawn into the victor’s outstretched hand. The defeated sorcerer’s soul flickers and splinters, taking the form of countless ghostly faces screaming silently as they are siphoned into the dark vortex swirling in the sorcerer’s palm. The victorious sorcerer stands tall, his dark, flowing robes billowing violently in the wind as though alive, tattered edges writhing like shadows. His gnarled hands, covered in dark rings and veins glowing faintly with power, radiate with purple energy that pulses like lightning. Trails of smoke and embers rise from his form, blending into the stormy sky as the sorcerer’s aura bends the very air around him. The ground beneath his feet cracks and glows with faint purple fissures, as if the land itself recoils from his presence. The battlefield is littered with charred earth and faint arcs of residual energy, remnants of the ferocity of their duel. In the distance, faint silhouettes of jagged rock formations pierce the horizon, shrouded in drifting mist. A cold wind sweeps through the plain, carrying with it the echoes of screams and the distant rumble of thunder. Above, the clouds twist into a dark vortex, as if nature itself acknowledges the sorcerer’s dominance. The purple lightning dances around him, refracted and amplified by the energy of the soul being consumed. The composition is dynamic and cinematic: the sorcerer, center-frame, looms over his fallen opponent, one hand raised high as the swirling, ghostly soul tendrils spiral into him. His form crackles with immense power, the light of the extracted soul casting a vibrant glow across his sinister face. The defeated sorcerer lies sprawled at his feet, his body limp, with faint residual light seeping from his chest as his soul is pulled free. The dramatic lighting and contrast—deep shadows broken by radiant purples and ghostly whites—create an atmosphere of awe and terror, solidifying the sorcerer’s godlike victory.

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