He effortlessly glides between the clouds FLUX prompts

8 months ago

A fast aerial tracking shot from the perspective of a drone captures a surreal dream sequence of a handsome Malay man in his 30s, wearing modern athleisure attire, flying at high speed in a prone position. He effortlessly glides between the clouds, his body fully extended with arms stretched out to the sides, legs slightly apart, and his face looking straight ahead, capturing the sensation of smooth horizontal flight. His loose-fitting jacket and pants billow in the wind as the camera closely tracks from a slightly higher angle, moving from left rear to right rear, maintaining a continuous view of his front-facing position as he swiftly traverses the scene. The environment is dynamic and rapidly changing, with colorful clouds below, white clouds streaking by in the background, a large moon hanging high in the distance, and a sparkling night sky surrounding him, with motion blur and light trails enhancing the sense of speed and fluidity. Rapid movement

8 months ago

A rapid aerial tracking shot from the drone's perspective captures a surreal dream sequence of an ancient Chinese beauty dressed in an exquisite Hanfu, flying at high speed in a prone position. She effortlessly glides through the clouds, her body fully extended with arms outstretched to the sides, legs slightly parted, and her head forward, capturing the sensation of smooth horizontal flight. Her Hanfu billows in the wind as the camera closely tracks from a slightly higher angle, moving from the left rear to the right rear, maintaining a continuous view of the prone position as the character swiftly traverses the scene. The environment is dynamic and rapidly changing, with clouds below and white clouds streaking by in the background, a large moon hanging high in the distance, and a sparkling night sky surrounding, with motion blur and light trails enhancing the sense of speed and fluidity. Rapid movement.

6 months ago

Depict the Flying Dutchman, the infamous ghost ship of legend, as an ancient and spectral vessel lost to time. Its hull is decayed, covered in seaweed and barnacles, betraying centuries spent wandering cursed oceans. The ship's weathered wood is blackened as if burned, creaking ominously in the wind, with gaping holes in its sides that show glimpses of the ocean waves beyond. Its towering masts support tattered and ghostly sails, shredded by countless storms, yet they still billow unnaturally as if driven by unseen forces. A faint, eerie glow radiates from the ship, casting ghostly light onto the surrounding fog and turbulent waters. The deck is populated by its cursed crew—ethereal, skeletal figures cloaked in rotting, sea-soaked garments. Their hollow eyes glow faintly, and their movements are sluggish, as if weighed down by the centuries of their unyielding torment. Some of them are frozen in poses of eternal labor, as though carrying out duties of a doomed voyage. Surrounding the ship, a thick mist swirls and clings to the vessel, blending seamlessly with violent storm clouds and jagged waves. The ship appears to defy nature itself, gliding effortlessly through the chaos. Above, the sky is an ominous shade of gray, fractured by flashes of lightning, and the sound of thunder reverberates through the air. The Flying Dutchman seems to embody both dread and fascination—a tragic vessel, an eternal wanderer, forever shrouded in mystery.

6 months ago

Depict the Flying Dutchman, the infamous ghost ship of legend, as an ancient and spectral vessel lost to time. Its hull is decayed, covered in seaweed and barnacles, betraying centuries spent wandering cursed oceans. The ship's weathered wood is blackened as if burned, creaking ominously in the wind, with gaping holes in its sides that show glimpses of the ocean waves beyond. Its towering masts support tattered and ghostly sails, shredded by countless storms, yet they still billow unnaturally as if driven by unseen forces. A faint, eerie glow radiates from the ship, casting ghostly light onto the surrounding fog and turbulent waters. The deck is populated by its cursed crew—ethereal, skeletal figures cloaked in rotting, sea-soaked garments. Their hollow eyes glow faintly, and their movements are sluggish, as if weighed down by the centuries of their unyielding torment. Some of them are frozen in poses of eternal labor, as though carrying out duties of a doomed voyage. Surrounding the ship, a thick mist swirls and clings to the vessel, blending seamlessly with violent storm clouds and jagged waves. The ship appears to defy nature itself, gliding effortlessly through the chaos. Above, the sky is an ominous shade of gray, fractured by flashes of lightning, and the sound of thunder reverberates through the air. The Flying Dutchman seems to embody both dread and fascination—a tragic vessel, an eternal wanderer, forever shrouded in mystery.