and the air thick with the scent of wet earth FLUX prompts

7 months ago

A serene and symmetrical landscape unfolds after a heavy rainstorm, as the canyon floor transforms into a glassy, still mirror, precisely reflecting the majestic, jagged rock formations above, their rust-hued facades glistening with tiny water droplets, creating a dreamlike duplicate of the towering cliffs, with the mirrored image appearing almost flawless, except for a few gentle ripples and subtle distortions that add to the sense of wonder, as if the very fabric of reality has been folded in upon itself, with the sky above a deep, foreboding grey, and the air thick with the scent of wet earth, and the only sound the soft dripping of water echoing off the canyon walls.

6 months ago

"A hyper-realistic first-person perspective of a person standing just a few steps away from the rusted, chain-covered entrance of an abandoned asylum; the viewer’s gloved hands gripping a heavy bolt cutter, fingers adjusting slightly for a firmer hold; arms tensed, positioned to snap the corroded lock; the asylum’s rotting wooden doors towering just ahead, covered in deep scratches and peeling paint; rusted metal chains stretched tightly across the handles, their orange-brown surface flaking with decay; the cracked pavement beneath, littered with damp leaves and debris, shifting slightly with each subtle movement; a faint metallic creak from above as a broken asylum sign sways in the wind; distant crows cawing, their cries muffled by the heavy air; the scent of wet earth and rust thick in every breath; cinematic realism, immersive horror, UHD, RAW --ar 9:16 --v 6.1"