Kling Space Prompts

4 months ago

Create a random strange image of a futuristic scenario in the style of Cinematic Graphic Fusion. (A Human in a very badly worn and damaged spacesuit:1.9) is in a misty science fiction style desert landscape looking up at an ancient spacecraft which crashed a thousand years ago. (The spacecraft wreck looks like a metallic skeleton:1.9). It is very rusty and falling apart. There is a strange red light inside the wreckage. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

ethereal woman floating gently in misty pale blue and grey space, translucent gown flowing in slow motion, soft ripples of water around her, red rose drifting beside her, the woman slowly opens her eyes, both she and the rose subtly move together as if guided by an invisible current, her lips soft pink, expression serene and introspective, soft diffused light glowing from above, watercolor effect, fabric and hair flowing with delicate grace, cinematic motion, poetic surrealism, peaceful atmosphere, emotional depth, high-resolution cinematic style, liminal dreamlike mood

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

I am asthenis, the patient lacking vital energy and seeking my iatros to heal and lead me back to sthenos. Ayahuasca maybe. Feed me mapacho and weave into my skin your beautiful ikaros. Eledumare Ọlọ́run Olofi the conduit between Heaven and Ayé which is Earth

4 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.