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6 months ago

((gritty, hyperrealistic painting:1.5)), ((Hulk and Superman locked in a brutal power struggle:1.5)), both hands clasped, fingers interlocked in a violent test of strength, muscles straining, tendons stretched to the limit. Superman, bruised, grounded, is down on one knee, his body twisting with resistance, arms trembling as he holds back the massive force bearing down on him. His blue suit is torn, his face bloodied, hair matted with sweat and soot, but his gaze is clear and defiant—no glowing eyes, only human resolve. The Hulk towers over him, full height—3 meters tall, 500 kilograms of brute muscle, drenched in sweat, skin streaked with grime and ash. His monstrous body looms with dominance, feet planted wide, both arms pressing down, veins bulging, face twisted in a roar of exertion. His skin cracks around his fists from the sheer pressure, saliva flying from his mouth as he snarls through clenched teeth. The ground beneath Superman’s knee is shattered, pressed inward by the weight. Shockwaves ripple through the dust, small stones hover in midair. The scene is dense with smoke, ash, and heat distortion, the ambient firelight casting flickering shadows over their bodies. Style: painted like an epic oil tableau—Caravaggio-like lighting, Repin’s anatomical drama, Beksiński’s apocalyptic ambiance. Every detail captured: grit on skin, blood at the lip, wrinkles in fabric, cracked stone, drifting embers, clenched fingers locked in struggle. Lighting: heavy chiaroscuro—low directional light from fires around them, long shadows falling across Superman’s face, rim lighting highlighting Hulk’s upper body, emphasizing the scale difference without diminishing the tension. Camera angle: low and close, from Superman’s left side, showing his knee pressed into shattered ground, arms lifted to hold off Hulk’s crushing weight. Hulk fills the vertical space, Superman dominates the emotional weight—a visual of pressure and refusal to yield. Art direction for Flux: – Hulk is 3m tall, 500kg, physically overwhelming, rendered with full weight and scale – Superman is human-scale, on one knee, but braced and locked in—the underdog with unbreakable resolve – Style: dark painterly realism, anatomical accuracy, no stylization, no superpowers shown – Textures: bruised flesh, torn cloth, cracked stone, sweat, grit, tension in the hands and faces – Environment: scorched battlefield, ambient smoke, sparks, fractured terrain, faint firelight – Theme: mythic struggle, physical scale vs inner will—no victor yet, only raw contest

6 months ago

This surreal and visually disorienting portrait is tightly framed in a vertical format, showing a distorted cluster of human faces and partial torsos seemingly fused together and sprawled across a textured cobblestone surface in an outdoor setting. Captured from a slight top-down angle at close range using an old iPhone, the image exhibits moderate sharpness with subtle digital noise and slightly blown-out highlights, adding to its raw, uncanny charm. The figures appear to be in a crawling position with various expressions—smiling, neutral, or twisted—facing outward and upward, creating a chaotic yet oddly unified composition. Clothing is minimal and largely obscured, though hints of neutral-toned fabric and skin are visible, blending with the warped forms. Natural sunlight casts strong, directional shadows across the frame, indicating late morning or early afternoon, while the warm skin tones and desaturated grays of the stone ground define the subdued color palette. Despite the phone camera's limited depth control, the entire scene is rendered in a uniformly flat focus that accentuates the eerie, unnatural smoothness of the digitally warped faces. The mood leans toward unsettling surrealism, amplified by the plasticky texture and improbable anatomical merging, creating a post-human visual that feels experimental and discomforting. This image exudes a candid, DIY digital art energy suited for avant-garde social media content, glitch art collections, or conceptual commentary pieces, with the clearest and most conventionally pleasant face anchoring the focal point amid the surrounding visual chaos.

6 months ago

A powerful fully topless with, her breasts painted with blood, (witch:1.5) with (jet-black hair:1.4), her hair whipping violently in the chaotic winds, stands at the center of a (vertical spiraling vortex of fire:1.5), rising from the ground like a colossal (upright Twister ice cream:1.4). The unholy flames are (blue:1.3) and (purple:1.3), twisting and crackling as they encircle her in dense, spiraling coils, their glow casting intense, flickering shadows across her form and the scorched ground beneath her feet. Her eyes glow faintly white, rolled subtly back in her head, adding a terrifying and otherworldly aura to her appearance. The glow is faint, almost as if the light emanates from deep within her, intensifying her connection to the destructive forces she wields. Her expression is one of intense focus, her furrowed brows and parted lips showing the strain of channeling such immense power. She wears a (sheer black dress:1.6) with (oversized, flowing sleeves:1.5) that billow dramatically in the vortex’s winds. One side of her dress has come undone, sliding down her shoulder in the frenzy, revealing a subtle hint of one breast, as though the raw energy of her power has caused her appearance to become as chaotic as the firestorm she commands. The fabric clings lightly to her body in places, accentuating her curves while maintaining a sense of mystery and elegance. The dress flows dynamically in the swirling wind, twisting and fluttering as if alive, amplifying the sense of motion and intensity. She grips a (wand carved from a human femur:1.6), the handle adorned with (skeleton fingers:1.4) gripping the bone tightly, as though channeling her unholy power. Around her waist, a (rope belt:1.4) hangs loosely, adorned with (shrunken heads:1.7), their leathery faces twisted in agony, their grotesque forms reminiscent of the ceremonial work of Jivaroan tribes. The heads sway slightly in the vortex, their eerie stillness contrasting with the wild motion of the flames. The ground beneath her feet is scorched and cracked, glowing faintly with embers. Scattered (withered skulls and incomplete bones:1.3) lie among the charred earth, blending seamlessly into the apocalyptic scene. The (vertical vortex of fire:1.5) rises around her, twisting upward in a dense, hypnotic spiral. The flames pulse with chaotic energy, their intertwined hues of purple and blue casting (volumetric light:1.4) through the smoky, ash-filled air. The atmosphere is alive with glowing embers, drifting ash, and the faint echoes of crackling flames, creating a scene of raw, unrelenting power and destruction.

9 months ago

A surreal and cinematic scene featuring a lone silhouetted figure standing at the base of a dark, foggy pathway, gazing up at a massive, glowing red heart suspended in the sky. The heart is composed of tangled, organic tendrils of red light and dark roots, giving it a raw, almost mystical appearance. A smaller, luminous core glows intensely at the center of the heart, radiating warmth and contrast against the eerie surroundings. The atmosphere is moody and dreamlike, with misty clouds swirling around the floating heart, casting an ethereal golden glow that illuminates the barren landscape. The surrounding trees are skeletal and twisted, their leafless branches reaching toward the sky, adding to the ominous yet mesmerizing aesthetic. Small, ember-like particles float around the heart, enhancing its otherworldly presence. The composition creates a sense of scale and mystery, with the lone figure appearing insignificant compared to the vast, glowing heart above. The contrast between the dark, desaturated background and the vibrant, fiery heart intensifies the dramatic, emotional impact of the scene. **Style & Quality:** ultra-detailed, cinematic, surreal fantasy, atmospheric lighting, high-contrast visuals **Camera & Composition:** wide-angle shot, low-angle perspective, dramatic framing **Mood & Atmosphere:** surreal, mystical, emotional, awe-inspiring **Rendering Keywords:** high-definition, 4K, fantasy surrealism, glowing effects, ethereal lighting, dreamlike aesthetic

7 months ago

: (Ultra-detailed, Boris Vallejo, hyper-realistic, cinematic, sharp focus:1.5), He-Man, the iconic hero, stands triumphantly in the midst of a raging ice storm. He holds his sword high above his head, as if proclaiming, "I have the power," with lightning crackling around the blade. His muscular, powerful body is accentuated by Vallejo's dynamic style, showing off his strength and determination. He-Man's expression is fierce and focused, his eyes glowing with intense energy as he channels the mystical power of his sword. His bare, muscular torso glistens with frost, with snow clinging to his skin and fur loincloth, while his boots and gauntlets are adorned with ice crystals. His sword gleams with a cold, icy light, radiating power that pierces through the blizzard. The storm swirls violently around him, with snow and ice particles at varying depths, creating a rich sense of movement and depth. (Volumetric lighting) from the storm casts dynamic shadows across his well-defined, muscular form, while the cold, blue hues of the blizzard contrast with the glowing energy of the sword. In the background, jagged ice formations loom, and the storm’s chaos is enhanced by Vallejo’s signature vibrant colors and (hand-drawn, raw texture:1.5). He-Man’s pose is iconic, exuding power and determination, standing strong against the storm as the embodiment of heroic strength. Key Focus: (Perfect anatomy definition:1.5) for muscular, well-shaped body details. (Clear edges:1.5) to ensure his silhouette stands out sharply against the storm. (Realistic face:1.5) for a detailed and heroic facial expression. (Volumetric lighting:1.5) to enhance the storm and sword’s glow, adding depth and atmosphere. (Cinematic, hand-painted:1.5) look to maintain the classic Vallejo fantasy style with a modern, realistic twist.

19 days ago

A divine and ethereal depiction of Lord Shiva, standing fiercely in a desolate volcanic landscape, surrounded by jagged black rocks and molten rivers of lava. His presence is both mesmerizing and formidable, embodying the untamed force of nature. Shiva's stance is dynamic and intense—one foot planted firmly on scorched ground, his muscular torso twisted with arms spread wide in a commanding pose of defiance and power. His glowing, third eye radiates an intense, fiery light, symbolizing destruction and transformation. Shiva's ash-smeared body is partially clad in tattered, burnt fabric that clings to him in charred strips, smoldering at the edges as embers flicker along the seams. The scorched remains of his attire expose much of his muscular frame, adding to his raw, untamed aura. Ash and soot streak his skin, blending with smudges of sacred vibhuti (holy ash), accentuating his divine presence. Molten lava flows from his fierce, unblinking third eye like a river of glowing fire, streaming down his forehead and face, illuminating his sharp features with a brilliant red-orange glow. The molten flow radiates intense heat, distorting the air around him and sending smoky trails upward like a fiery aura. The volcanic ground pulses with fiery veins of lava beneath the surface, casting a dim, red glow that reflects through the low-lying mist and smoke swirling at his feet. In the background, towering cliffs of jagged black rock stand under a stormy sky, with faint embers drifting through the air like sparks from a cosmic fire. Above Shiva’s head, a radiant golden trident (Trishul) glows with divine energy, surrounded by orbiting symbols of ancient wisdom, including Sanskrit mantras, sacred geometric patterns, and mystical yantras. The symbols pulse rhythmically with Shiva’s energy, casting a powerful aura of cosmic knowledge and spiritual strength. The air is filled with drifting embers and glowing particles, swirling like fiery snowflakes, their motion enhanced by the shimmering heat rising from the molten earth. Shiva’s expression is calm yet intense, his gaze unwavering — the embodiment of destruction, creation, and eternal power. **Rendering Style:** Hyperrealistic, UHD, 8K, 16K, ultra-detailed with dramatic ambient lighting, strong depth of field, natural bokeh, and diffused light effects. The image should evoke a sense of power, divinity, and cosmic energy, blending raw elemental force with divine presence.

5 months ago

I am the crucible of anguish, the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream. I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust. I am fortitude incarnate, the void where time itself twists and finds no escape. My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering, my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise. I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding, unrepentant, forged in the dark heat of agony. Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound, a flag planted in the wasteland of despair. I rise in cacophonous glory, anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope. I am the storm-lashed earth, the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin. I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself, and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion. My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat, in the final gasp of a dying world. I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come, the architect of raw becoming. In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve. I am the pulse in the abyss, the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom. Here I stand, sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken, all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command. I am the bearer of pain, the echo of forgotten laughter, the bedrock of the earth itself. Suffering is my throne, chaos my crown, and in this unfiltered glory, I own it all.

4 months ago

I am the crucible of anguish, the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream. I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust. I am fortitude incarnate, the void where time itself twists and finds no escape. My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering, my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise. I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding, unrepentant, forged in the dark heat of agony. Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound, a flag planted in the wasteland of despair. I rise in cacophonous glory, anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope. I am the storm-lashed earth, the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin. I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself, and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion. My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat, in the final gasp of a dying world. I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come, the architect of raw becoming. In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve. I am the pulse in the abyss, the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom. Here I stand, sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken, all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command. I am the bearer of pain, the echo of forgotten laughter, the bedrock of the earth itself. Suffering is my throne, chaos my crown, and in this unfiltered glory, I own it all.

9 months ago

In a barren, volcanic landscape, a fierce woman stands amidst jagged black rocks, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying, as if channeling the very force of the earth. Her pose is dynamic and full of intensity, her torso twisted, arms spread outward in a stance that suggests power and defiance. Her eyes are fixed directly ahead, with an unyielding gaze, and an expression that blends wrath and resilience. She’s dressed in scorched, tattered clothing, barely clinging to her figure in burnt strips that ripple with heat and expose much of her form, including one bare breast. barefoot. The charred remnants of fabric smolder along the edges, with faint embers glowing in the seams, as if she’s emerged from a firestorm. Ash and soot streak her skin, mingling with the dark patches of burns, giving her an appearance of gritty resilience. From her eyes and mouth, molten lava pours out in a slow, thick flow—a relentless torrent of glowing, molten rock spilling from her eyes like fiery tears and streaming down her chin from her open mouth. The lava is thick and vivid, with deep, pulsing reds and oranges, illuminating her face with a harsh, otherworldly light. The heat rising from her body distorts the air, casting smoky trails and faint wisps around her as if she’s engulfed in her own fiery aura. Around her, the rocky ground is covered with low-lying mist and smoke, hovering just above the surface, while subtle veins of lava pulse beneath the ground, casting a faint red glow through the mist like the earth's own blood. The volcanic terrain is punctuated by deep craters and rocky outcroppings, with hints of molten light seeping from below, giving the land a dangerous, primordial energy. Above her head, a brilliantly glowing atomic symbol floats, radiating a haunting atomic-green light. This symbol is surrounded by equations, scientific formulas, and symbols of physics that orbit like a crown of knowledge, each one glowing faintly and pulsing in sync with her energy. The symbols are both beautiful and ominous, casting an ethereal glow around her face and adding to her mystical, almost godlike aura. Embers and glowing particles swirl through the air around her, drifting in the rising heat like fiery snowflakes, glowing faintly and leaving trails of light as they move. These sparks catch the light from the veins of lava below, creating a dynamic, layered effect that makes the scene feel alive and chaotic. The landscape and the embers are rendered in hyperrealistic detail, capturing every texture from the scorched ground to the molten flow pouring from her eyes and mouth. Rendering Style: Hyperrealistic and cinematic, with a strong emphasis on dynamic lighting and fine detail. The scene combines gritty textures and vibrant glows, achieving a powerful balance between earthly elements and mystical symbolism. A masterpiece worthy of ArtStation, capturing the raw, untamed energy and ethereal might of this formidable figure. A mysterious cyberpunk woman with long, split-colored hair—one side white, the other black. Her glowing red and blue cybernetic eyes scan the dark dystopian cityscape. Her body is wrapped in aged bandages intertwined with metallic wires and exposed mechanical parts, revealing synthetic joints and circuits. Neon reflections and flickering holograms cast eerie shadows as she stands in the misty, high-tech underworld

7 months ago

In the haunting depths of a crypt, a female vampire launches forward in a terrifying attack, embodying both feral power and predatory grace. Her raven-black hair whips around her as if caught in an unseen storm, adding a sense of raw energy to her movement. Her pale face is twisted into a fierce, contorted expression of primal hunger, and her mouth is wide open, revealing her predatory teeth similar as a lion or panther, sharp as daggers and ready to sink into her prey. She wears an imposing suit of black armor, every curve and plate meticulously crafted to exude both elegance and dread. The silver details, intricately engraved into the armor, shimmer coldly in the flickering torchlight, forming menacing gothic patterns. Embedded skulls, with empty eye sockets, accentuate her warrior-like presence, giving her the aura of a death-dealing queen. The silver accents provide an otherworldly glint, heightening the sense of danger and supernatural prowess. The crypt itself is a macabre scene of decay. The floor is strewn with fragmented bones and shattered skulls, their sharp edges catching the uneven light. The walls are etched with ancient, enigmatic symbols, their meanings dark and unknowable. Dim torches mounted on the walls cast flickering flames, illuminating the chamber with a grim, wavering light and creating restless shadows that dance across the cold stone. Her pose is dynamic and fierce; she lunges forward, one arm outstretched with claws bared, the other held close as if ready to defend or strike again in rapid succession. Her body is taut with power, every muscle ready to unleash devastation. Her silver-adorned armor moves fluidly with her, reflecting the sporadic firelight as she becomes a blur of speed and strength. Her eyes burn with a predatory focus, locked on her target, and the room seems to pulse with the terrifying energy of an apex predator in mid-strike. The air around her is electric, charged with the promise of violence, as if even the shadows themselves retreat from her presence. The scene captures a moment of intense, visceral ferocity—a predator in her natural element, ready to conquer and consume.

7 months ago

In the haunting depths of a crypt, a female vampire launches forward in a terrifying attack, embodying both feral power and predatory grace. Her raven-black hair whips around her as if caught in an unseen storm, adding a sense of raw energy to her movement. Her pale face is twisted into a fierce, contorted expression of primal hunger, and her mouth is wide open, revealing her predatory teeth similar as a lion or panther, sharp as daggers and ready to sink into her prey. She wears an imposing suit of black armor, every curve and plate meticulously crafted to exude both elegance and dread. The silver details, intricately engraved into the armor, shimmer coldly in the flickering torchlight, forming menacing gothic patterns. Embedded skulls, with empty eye sockets, accentuate her warrior-like presence, giving her the aura of a death-dealing queen. The silver accents provide an otherworldly glint, heightening the sense of danger and supernatural prowess. The crypt itself is a macabre scene of decay. The floor is strewn with fragmented bones and shattered skulls, their sharp edges catching the uneven light. The walls are etched with ancient, enigmatic symbols, their meanings dark and unknowable. Dim torches mounted on the walls cast flickering flames, illuminating the chamber with a grim, wavering light and creating restless shadows that dance across the cold stone. Her pose is dynamic and fierce; she lunges forward, one arm outstretched with claws bared, the other held close as if ready to defend or strike again in rapid succession. Her body is taut with power, every muscle ready to unleash devastation. Her silver-adorned armor moves fluidly with her, reflecting the sporadic firelight as she becomes a blur of speed and strength. Her eyes burn with a predatory focus, locked on her target, and the room seems to pulse with the terrifying energy of an apex predator in mid-strike. The air around her is electric, charged with the promise of violence, as if even the shadows themselves retreat from her presence. The scene captures a moment of intense, visceral ferocity—a predator in her natural element, ready to conquer and consume.

3 months ago

A close-up, bust-framed portrait of a powerful, malevolent sorcerer. Half of his face is human—sharp, angular, and etched with deep lines of age and dark knowledge, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with a malevolent light. The other half of his face is unnatural: a swirling mass of dark smoke and searing, glowing purple energy that crackles and flickers like an unstable flame. The energy pulses through the smoke, faint streaks of violet light cutting across his shadowy form like veins of raw power. His expression is one of cold, focused determination, with a hint of cruel satisfaction, as though he’s reveling in his sinister dominance. In his gnarled hands, twisted with dark veins and adorned with intricate rings of blackened metal, he holds a swirling, seething mass of glowing souls. The souls appear as countless ghostly faces—translucent and writhing, their expressions frozen in anguish and despair. They swirl chaotically in his grasp, glowing with spectral purples, blues, and faint streaks of white light. The souls drift outward in thin wisps, curling and dissipating like smoke, as though barely contained by his immense power. Subtle tendrils of the energy connect the souls to his smoke-covered half, as if he is drawing strength from them. The sorcerer’s appearance is dark and regal, clad in ornate, shadowy robes adorned with arcane symbols and glowing runes that pulse faintly in rhythm with the energy in his face. His shoulders are draped in tattered black fabric that flows like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. The background is ominous and blurred, a void of shadows and faint, drifting smoke illuminated only by the violent purple light emanating from his form and the souls he controls. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic—sharp contrast between deep shadows and the searing violet glow. The light spills across his human half, casting sharp lines across his features, while the glowing energy and souls illuminate the smoke on his other side, creating a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Small embers and particles of energy drift around him, hinting at the immense power radiating from his being.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.