Memory FLUX prompts

6 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

7 months ago

A young man with sharp facial features, short dark hair, muscular body and deep, expressive eyes stands alone in dark. His chiseled jawline and subtle stubble add to his striking, melancholic expression. His gaze is lost in the distance, haunted by memories of a lost love. White wisps of ethereal frost mist swirl around him, dissolving into the cold night air. Glow on his face, emphasizing his loneliness and regret, enhancing the cinematic, dreamlike atmosphere. The background dark blurred as if seen through teary eyes. The image is highly photorealistic, with intricate details in skin texture, lighting, and atmospheric depth, evoking deep emotion.

6 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

9 months ago

A barren, sun-scorched world stretches before you, its landscape dotted with the skeletal remains of a once-thriving civilization. Crumbling stone structures, half-buried in dust, hint at a forgotten people whose voices have long since faded into the silence of time. The twin suns cast an eerie golden glow over the ruins, creating long shadows that dance across the cracked earth. At the heart of the desolation, a single artifact remains untouched—a delicate wooden flute, resting on a worn stone pedestal, its surface smoothed by the passage of centuries. The wind carries a ghostly echo of music, a melody that no living soul has played in a thousand years. Faint spectral figures flicker in the distance, their outlines shimmering like heat mirages—glimpses of the past, moments frozen in time. This is a place where history lingers, unseen yet deeply felt. The silence is deafening, yet the weight of an entire civilization’s hopes, dreams, and love is imprinted in every grain of sand. This is not just a ruin; it is a graveyard of memory, a testament to the fleeting nature of existence. Depict the melancholy beauty of this forgotten world, emphasizing the contrast between the endless march of time and the fragile permanence of a single, cherished melody.

7 months ago

"The Colossus Beneath the Desert" – (Primary Subject: Titanic Buried Giant Stirring Beneath Sand Dunes, 1.7 weight) — deep in an endless, wind-scoured desert, a vast ancient colossus lies half-submerged beneath dunes of golden sand, its face cracked and weathered, sculpted from stone and bone. One glowing eye now flickers to life for the first time in ten thousand years, casting a pillar of blue light through the dust-choked sky. It is waking. The scale is impossible—ridges of sand ripple for miles outward with each breath it takes. What appears to be mountains on the horizon are the curved tips of its buried fingers, slowly flexing. Its ribs form deep canyons, home to temples built by forgotten civilizations who once worshipped it as god, jailer, and weapon. Above it, a caravan of nomads has stopped. Their camels rear back in fear. The elders whisper old songs once thought metaphor. A solitary figure in ceremonial robes walks toward the eye, chanting in forgotten tongues, holding a staff that glows faintly in resonance. This is not a confrontation. It is a negotiation. The sky roils with duststorms, lit orange and violet by the setting sun. Shadows stretch long across the sand, wrapping the moment in mythic stillness. Massive stone anklets and rune-bound chains anchor the colossus deep below—their glyphs eroded, weakened. A sandstorm gathers behind it, as if the world resists its rising. Its skin is made of layered strata and fossilized memory, carved with glowing runes that flicker like fault lines. When it exhales, the wind shifts continents. Its breath is heavy with salt, iron, and ancient sound. The desert listens. Rendered in epic cinematic realism, with sweeping scale, warm atmospheric tones, and deep contrast between golden sand, cold stone, and glowing eyes. Shot through a dusty anamorphic lens, grain visible in the low sun, with volumetric light shafts and wide mythic framing. Think Dune x Dark Souls x ancient Mesopotamian apocalypse (monumental visual drama, 1.4 weight).

7 months ago

An award-winning double exposure oil painting masterpiece inspired by the timeless emotion of Unchained Melody. The central figure is a solitary, longing lover—either male or female—reaching out with outstretched hands toward an unseen, distant other. Their expression is one of deep yearning, eyes closed as if lost in a memory or a dream. Within their form, the double exposure reveals an ethereal landscape of two souls intertwined by invisible threads—silhouettes of the lovers, their faces fading into the mist of an oceanic horizon or beneath a sky full of stars. The scene within the figure’s outline unfolds like a story of longing and connection: a shoreline bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the waves crashing gently as they reflect the emotions of love’s deep, unbreakable bond. Light swirls around the lovers, enveloping them in a soft, golden glow, as if their love exists in a timeless, almost celestial plane. The soft, translucent waters of the ocean appear to reflect memories—perhaps a distant touch, a first kiss, or a shared moment under the stars. The palette evokes the timeless nature of the song: deep midnight blues, soft silvers, warm golds, and the iridescent glow of moonlight on the water, contrasted with the figure’s soft, muted tones—suggesting a vulnerability and fragility. Brushstrokes are delicate and layered, allowing the two worlds—the figure and the landscape—to blend seamlessly, creating a visual flow that captures the eternal pull of love, even across time and space. Themes of separation, devotion, longing, and the eternal connection between two souls are explored with a sense of yearning and passion, making this painting an intimate tribute to the enduring power of love, as expressed through Unchained Melody.

9 months ago

"Create a poignant and evocative artwork that reflects the haunting memories of PTSD. The scene should feature a lone figure surrounded by swirling mist and shadowy silhouettes representing past traumas. Use highly detailed textures to show the weariness on the figure's face and the ethereal quality of the surrounding environment. Achieve a photorealistic representation, utilizing UHD techniques to ensure every detail evokes emotion, while incorporating dark and light contrasts to symbolize the struggle between memory and healing."

9 months ago

A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass.

8 months ago

A young man with sharp facial features, short dark hair,muscular body wearing meadival inspired silver embroided black coat and deep, expressive eyes stands alone in dark His chiseled jawline and subtle stubble add to his striking, melancholic expression. , volet eyes His gaze is lost in the distance, haunted by memories of a lost love. Wisps of ethereal mist swirl around him, forming ghostly hands reaching out before dissolving into the cold night air.glow on his face, emphasizing his loneliness and regret. , enhancing the cinematic, dreamlike atmosphere. The background dark blurred as if seen through teary eyes. The image is highly photorealistic, with intricate details in skin texture, lighting, and atmospheric depth, evoking deep emotion

6 months ago

At the heart of a forgotten Western ghost town during a violent sandstorm, a lone silhouette of a rider on horseback gallops through swirling chaos. A towering, flaming tornado consumes the crumbling buildings, turning wood and memory to ash. In the storm-torn sky, ghostly figures loom in the smoke and clouds, silent witnesses to the destruction. The sky is thick with dark storm clouds—no moon, no stars—only the dim glow of burning ruins and dust. The distant skyline of a ruined city is barely visible through the haze. Colors are ash gray, burning orange, cold bronze, and charcoal. The atmosphere is cinematic, apocalyptic, and mythic, charged with a sense of final flight or fateful confrontation. Wide-format cinematic composition, film grain, shallow depth of field, heavy swirling sand and smoke.fine atmospheric details, post-apocalyptic realism, cinematic epicness

5 months ago

A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass.

6 months ago

"A chaotic, slow-motion wide shot of a wild party scene, captured with handheld, slightly shaky camera movement to simulate a drunken, disoriented perspective. A group of men in festive or traditional clothing dance in the foreground, their movements exaggerated and sluggish due to the slow motion—stumbling, laughing, and swinging bottles of alcohol with euphoric abandon. Occasionally, a bright camera flash cuts through the scene like a strobe, as if photos are being taken mid-party, briefly illuminating the faces and clothing of the dancers with sharp, surreal contrast. The flashes create harsh, frozen moments within the fluid motion, enhancing the sense of intoxication. In the background and edges of the frame, blurred silhouettes of women can be seen dancing, barely recognizable, like distant memories. The lighting is rich with deep blues, purples, and neon highlights, enhanced by anamorphic bokeh and streaks, creating a vivid yet dreamlike atmosphere of messy celebration and sensory overload."

6 months ago

A hand-drawn fantasy world map of The Hollow Veil, split into two contrasting realms: ➤ The Nightmare Veil — a dark, corrupted landscape filled with thorned forests, withered swamps, broken cathedrals, and violet lightning. ➤ The Verdant Veil — a glowing, twilight oasis of bioluminescent forests, crystalline sanctuaries, memory rivers, and dream-flower orchards. At the center runs the Twilight Fissure, a glowing chasm of shifting mist and dreamlight. Visual Style Tags: hand-drawn fantasy map, dreamlike cartography, sacred surrealism, glowing inks, broken symmetry, bioluminescent mist, dual-realm contrast, mythic cartography Color Themes: ➤ Left Nightmare: black-violet, ash-gray, crimson mist ➤ Right Verdant: twilight gold, silverblue, mossy green ➤ Center Fissure: glowing lavender, pale blue, soft memory-light Key Labels Optional to Include:     Thornbleed Vale     Sorrowfen     Witherponds     Hollow Cathedral of Fractured Mirrors     Verdant Reverie     Blooming Heart Sanctuary     Dreamblossom Crossing     Echo Orchard     Lamenting Pool     Hollowheart Glade     Twilight Fissure central divide Atmosphere: Sacred, melancholic, luminous yet haunted. A realm balanced between sorrow and hope. Light and shadow coexisting through memory. Intended Feel: Map of a spiritual realm shaped by memory, trauma, and forgotten dreams. A visual whisper — beautiful and unsettling.

6 months 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. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. 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.

5 months ago

Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.

5 months ago

A surreal romantic painting of two abstract figures dissolving into one another, painted with soft brushstrokes and flowing forms. Their bodies made of glowing memories — fragments of handwritten letters, golden light, and rose petals drifting in the air. The background is a dreamy void blending watercolor textures in faded mauve, vintage cream, and dusty rose. The atmosphere is emotional and timeless, echoing the feeling of doing it all again — with no regrets. Style: emotional surrealism, cinematic lighting, poetic composition, delicate details.

8 months ago

Imagine a high-definition scene with a ghost sitting in an ethereal, misty room. The ghost, semi-transparent with a soft, glowing aura, is gently holding a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand. Its form is slightly wispy and fluid, as though made from mist or vapor, with faint hints of swirling energy that seem to shift and dissipate in the air. The tea in the cup is a calming, pale shade of green, gently steaming with wisps of vapor rising slowly into the air, adding to the ghostly atmosphere. The ghost's face is faintly visible, with translucent features that evoke a sense of mystery and tranquility. The eyes, glowing faintly, seem to reflect a distant memory or a forgotten story, while the mouth remains closed, showing no expression except for a quiet, ethereal calm. The surroundings are softly blurred, with the faint outline of old, dusty furniture in the background—a small table, a chair, and a faded lace curtain billowing slightly from an unseen breeze. Soft, dim light filters through the misty room, casting shadows that seem to shift and melt away as the ghost moves. The air is cool and still, and everything about the scene feels peaceful yet haunting, suspended in time. The room has a nostalgic and otherworldly feel, with cobwebs in the corners and a faint, ambient glow that seems to come from nowhere but permeates everything. The ghost's tea-drinking is a quiet, timeless moment, untouched by the living world, suspended between realms. 8k

7 months ago

Ultra-photorealistic cinematic portrait of Tilda Swinton reimagined as Seraphiel, the Angel of Memory. Her skin is luminous, pearlescent, with faint glowing inscriptions of forgotten languages. Her platinum-white hair floats upwards, swirling like pages in the wind. Her eyes are galaxies, swirling violet nebulae with shimmering stardust. She wears a flowing gown made of translucent veils, golden threads weaving through the fabric, shimmering softly. In her right hand, an obsidian quill, glowing faintly with cosmic light. Her left hand holds a massive tome, pages glowing with unspoken stories. The background is a cathedral of time, towering marble columns, infinite shelves filled with light-bound books. Lighting is ethereal, soft, ambient blue and white, casting long shadows across her figure. 4K, IMAX quality, 35mm lens, dramatic lighting, surreal atmosphere with faint whispers in the air.

5 months ago

Extreme close-up of a person's face caught in a powerful emotional moment — eyes glistening with intensity, tears of joy and longing blending, subtle expression of soul-connection and timeless love — half of the face illuminated by soft neon light, the other in warm candlelight — surreal elements blending into skin: tiny stars, fragments of music notes, abstract waves of sound and memory — cinematic portrait photography, hyperrealistic detail, emotionally charged, expressive eyes, raw beauty, inspired by high-fashion editorial covers and emotional art photography" --v 6 --ar 3:4 --style raw --q 2

6 months ago

Create a masterpiece oil painting that reflects the bittersweet beauty of the song "Every Rose Has Its Thorn", capturing the delicate balance between love and pain. The central scene should depict a single rose — its vibrant, deep red petals full of life, but with the sharp thorns visible, reflecting the song’s themes of beauty intertwined with sorrow. In the foreground, a woman stands, gazing downward, her expression a mixture of longing and melancholy. Her hand gently holds the rose by its stem, the thorns pricking her skin, symbolizing the pain of love and the inevitability of heartbreak. Her eyes should be closed, lost in the memory of a love that once bloomed but is now fading or fragile. The background should feature a soft, fading sunset, with muted golds, pinks, and purples creating a sense of reflection and nostalgia. A subtle blurred landscape could hint at an overgrown garden, where the rose has outlasted the fleeting beauty of the season, representing love’s impermanence. The color palette should be a blend of rich reds for the rose, with cool blues, soft grays, and earthy browns in the background, emphasizing the emotional contrast between the vibrant, painful beauty of the flower and the quiet sadness of the scene. The lighting should be soft, with light reflecting off the rose’s petals and the woman’s face, casting gentle shadows that highlight her vulnerability. The brushwork should be delicate for the rose’s details, focusing on the fine texture of the petals and thorns, while the figure and background should be painted with smoother strokes, capturing the emotional depth of the scene without overwhelming the central image of the flower. This painting should evoke a deep sense of love lost, yet celebrated, where the beauty of the rose reflects the highs of the relationship, and the thorns serve as a reminder of the inevitable pain that follows, making the love all the more poignant.

7 months ago

An award-winning oil painting masterpiece using the double exposure technique to capture the haunting beauty and emotional depth of Mull of Kintyre by Paul McCartney and Wings. The composition merges the face of a person, filled with longing and nostalgia, with the mist-covered, rugged cliffs of the Mull of Kintyre. The figure’s face gently dissolves into the dramatic landscape, where rolling hills meet the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The soft, ethereal light of the setting sun bathes the scene in golden hues, highlighting the wind-swept grasses and the distant lighthouse, standing as a symbol of hope and longing. In the background, the faint outline of a Scottish village rests on the shoreline, its buildings blending into the soft mist, reflecting the song’s themes of home, nature, and connection to the land. The brushstrokes are smooth yet textured, capturing the mist and the lush greenery of the Scottish Highlands, with a color palette of earthy greens, soft blues, and warm sunset oranges. The emotional atmosphere is one of bittersweet reflection, evoking the deep sense of connection to a place and the longing for return. This masterpiece visually interprets the spirit of Mull of Kintyre, embodying a love for a beloved landscape, a place forever etched in memory

7 months ago

A young man with sharp facial features, short dark hair,muscular body and deep, expressive eyes stands alone in dark His chiseled jawline and subtle stubble add to his striking, melancholic expression. ,His gaze is lost in the distance, haunted by memories of a lost love. Wisps of ethereal mist swirl around him, forming ghostly hands reaching out before dissolving into the cold night air.glow on his face, emphasizing his loneliness and regret. , enhancing the cinematic, dreamlike atmosphere. The background dark blurred as if seen through teary eyes. The image is highly photorealistic, with intricate details in skin texture, lighting, and atmospheric depth, evoking deep emotion

6 months ago

Inside a vast, empty gallery with smooth black walls and polished floors, a single white canvas hangs isolated on a jet-black wall. From afar, it appears blank—but up close, an impossibly intricate hand-drawn maze in faint charcoal lines covers its surface, barely visible. A lone figure, dressed in black, stands before the canvas. Their elongated shadow merges seamlessly into the floor, dissolving into the void. Above, a narrow skylight slices the space with a focused beam of pure white light, dividing the gallery into two stark halves—light and darkness. Dust floats gently in the air, catching the light like falling snowflakes. The only visible objects—crumpled paper near the figure’s feet, subtle breath vapor—exist solely in black and white, with no color, only contrast. There are no grays, only presence or absence. Everything in this world is shaped by what is not there: silence between thoughts, space between shapes, light’s gravity on emptiness. Meaning is found in the void between visible and invisible. Style: minimalist surrealism, conceptual abstraction Palette: pure black & white, soft shading gradients only from lightfall Lighting: high-contrast key light from skylight, deep ambient void Mood: meditative, existential, soft melancholy Composition: rule of thirds, empty center frame, high symmetry with void offset Visual Elements: lone canvas with hidden charcoal maze, black-clad figure, merging shadow, floating dust, quiet gallery architecture Themes: memory, perception, void, silence, duality of presence/absence Rendering style: ultra-high-resolution ink-detailed rendering, soft monochrome cinematic photography, Unreal Engine grayscale setup, volumetric dust with ray-traced lighting

7 months ago

The train slowly emerges from the fog. Its headlights are like sleepy eyes. Action: The young man looks at the train. Smoke and mist swirl around him. Details: The train cars are designed like memories—semi-transparent with shadows of the past.