In her free time prompts

7 months ago

Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.

9 months ago

Techno create an image of a party, where everyone is dancing to techno music having a good time being free

9 months ago

Techno create an image of a party, where everyone is dancing to techno music having a good time being free

7 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view HD Photo. When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante, You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure, I'll have a cup of tea. And tell you of my dreaming. I don't want to live on charity, Pleasure's real or is it fantasy, Real to real is living rarity, People stop and stare at me, We just walk on by. We just keep on dreaming. Feet, feet, walking a two mile, Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile, I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream, dream, even for a little while filling up an idle hour, Fade away, Radiate. I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go. Imagine something of your very own, Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold, Just to have some dreaming, Dreaming is free. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

7 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view HD Photo. When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante, You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure, I'll have a cup of tea. And tell you of my dreaming. I don't want to live on charity, Pleasure's real or is it fantasy, Real to real is living rarity, People stop and stare at me, We just walk on by. We just keep on dreaming. Feet, feet, walking a two mile, Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile, I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream, dream, even for a little while filling up an idle hour, Fade away, Radiate. I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go. Imagine something of your very own, Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold, Just to have some dreaming, Dreaming is free. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

21 days ago

The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.

7 months ago

A legendary Pharaonic civilization at the height of its prosperity, the pyramids rise majestically in the light of an enchanting golden sunset, their stones smooth and coated with a transparent coating that reflects the sun's rays as if they were made of liquid gold. Giant obelisks decorated with luminous hieroglyphic inscriptions as if they were ancient energy codes. Huge temples are built of glowing floating stones, connected by transparent blue energy bridges. In the sky, flying vehicles in the shape of golden falcons guard the city. The city is bustling with activity: Pharaonic soldiers in gleaming armor with intricate patterns march with discipline, and priests in cloaks of light textiles perform rituals amid auras of green and blue energy. Next to the Nile, elaborate stone docks, from which huge ships with golden sails, powered by renewable energy, launch. In the background, a giant stargate radiates a mysterious blue light between two black mountains, like a passage to other dimensions. The atmosphere is charged with a subtle energy that gives the scene a majestic and majestic character, with soft music as if it were coming from the heart of the earth. The lighting is dramatic, with strong shadows and majestic golden light, making the scene look like a timeless dream from the glories of a civilization that defies time. Place: The advanced city of Atlantis - the king's palace. [As the camera flies over the great city, we see gleaming towers and glowing aqueducts with advanced technology. The inhabitants of Atlantis wear optical armor and use flying devices Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

6 months ago

In the desolate expanse of a post-apocalyptic wasteland, Zurline stands as a formidable warrior woman, embodying both strength and allure. Her rugged leather armor, though designed for battle, is crafted to accentuate her form, revealing just enough to hint at her fearless nature. The armor is weathered, bearing the marks of countless skirmishes, with intricate patterns etched into the leather, telling tales of her many victories and survival against the harsh environment. Straps and buckles secure the armor in place, allowing her the flexibility and agility needed for combat. Zurline's most recognizable feature is her striking hair, a wild mane of fiery red locks that cascade down her back, untamed and free, much like her spirit. It is streaked with hues of deep crimson and gold, catching the light of the setting sun and making her a beacon of defiance amidst the desolation. Her hair is adorned with small braids and beads, each intricately woven, symbolizing her heritage and the battles she has endured. In her firm grip, she wields a weapon, a testament to her prowess and readiness to face any threat that emerges from the ruins. The weapon, a blend of raw metal and makeshift parts, gleams with an edge honed through relentless use. The backdrop to this scene is a hauntingly beautiful yet grim landscape of ruined buildings, their skeletal remains reaching towards the sky, remnants of a once-thriving civilization now lost to time. The setting sun casts a golden hue over the scene, its light filtering through the broken structures and highlighting the dust and debris that swirl in the air. The horizon is painted with shades of orange and purple, a stark contrast to the desolation below, creating an atmosphere of both melancholy and hope. This is Zurline's domain, a world where only the strongest survive, and she stands as a beacon of resilience and determination.