Strange mysterious patterns FLUX prompts

14 days ago

Create a beautiful painting by John William Waterhouse known as 'The Lady of Shalott'. She is isolated under a curse in a tower near Arthur’s Camelot. She suffers for her unrequited love for Sir Lancelot. After defying the curse by looking out at Launcelot, she makes her way to (a small futuristic sci-fi style boat:1.9). She is sitting in the small vessel on the tapestry that she has spent her dreary days weaving. She is wearing a stark white dress. There is a lantern at the front of the boat and a crucifix near the bow, providing a suitable religious iconography. Next to the crucifix, there are three candles: two extinguished, signifying her imminent death, and one on the point of blowing out. Her lips are slightly open, as she sings the magical fairy song, embracing the moment of death. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. (The painting must be reimagined in a strange futuristic style:1.9). Strange mysterious patterns, scripts and designs.

21 days ago

A vast, futuristic neuroscience lab bathed in cold, ethereal light, where human artists are stored inside sleek, transparent MRI-like pods. Their brains glow with neural activity andswirling fractal patterns, with glowing equations and geometries. Holographic blueprints of morphogenesis float in the air. Equations predicting the self-assembly of organs and limbs, shift with eerie precision. In the background, terrifyingly beautiful new lifeforms emerge — humanoid figures with crystalline limbs, eyes that pulse like galaxies, and skin made of shifting organic algorithms. But the process is out of control. Tangled, pulsating neural masses break out of their tanks. They are grotesque hybrid creatures, part art, part human. Walls are cracking, machinery distorting into chaos. Scientists stare in awe. The scene is apocalyptic. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. (Strange mysterious patterns, scripts, symbols, and designs:1.9).

7 months ago

A young man with abyss-like eyes, deep and mysterious, yet carrying a strange warmth—like a lost soul caught between two worlds. His gaze is intense but kind, as if he understands both suffering and solace. His long, dark hair is adorned with subtle tribal beads and feathers, whispering of ancient roots and untold stories. His sun-kissed skin, marked with faint red and earthy tribal patterns, glows under the dim, flickering light. The soft wind moves his hair gently, and his lips curl into a slight, knowing smile—neither fully here nor beyond, a bridge between the spirit world and the living. The aura around him is a mix of mysticism and comfort, like a guardian spirit watching over lost travelers in the night.