as if lost in a memory FLUX flux-kontext-pro prompts

4 months ago

With my image, retain all the features of my face and shoulders. Give me deep, expressive eyes. He stands alone in the darkness. His pronounced jawline and incipient jaw enhance his striking, melancholic expression. His gaze stretches into the distance, haunted by the memory of a lost love. White wisps of ethereal, icy mist swirl around him, dissolving into the cold night air. The glow on his face emphasizes his loneliness and regret, enhancing the cinematic, dreamlike atmosphere. The dark, blurry background appears seen through tearful eyes. The image is highly photorealistic, with intricate details in skin texture, lighting, and atmospheric depth, evoking profound emotions.

2 months ago

A lone knight in 16-bit pixel art, in the style of Final Fantasy IX, standing on an ancient stone terrace above a floating island shrouded in golden clouds. He wears a long, dramatic cloak of black velvet with crimson lining that billows gently, as if the wind were singing around it. Beneath it, he wears light armor of Renaissance design: white plates with gold edges, high, rounded shoulder pads, a breastplate shaped like an inverted flower (like Cecil or Zidane's armor), and gauntlets with metallic lace detailing. His face is young, but with a mature soul: shoulder-length silver hair, deep-set green eyes that gaze into the distance, skin as pale as the moon. He wears no helmet. Behind his back, a longsword is sheathed in a dark wooden scabbard inked with golden runes, tied with a frayed red ribbon. At his side, a black feather floats in the air, as if the final word of a forgotten spell. The sky is an eternal sunset: shades of peach, lavender, and old gold, like in the kingdom of Madain Sari. Small magical lights (like memory fairies) flicker around, forming fleeting figures: a face, a hand, a lost city. Soft lighting, warm HDR, depth of field layered with pixel art. 16-bit style with a watercolor soul. This is not a warrior. It's a knight of memory. The last one who remembers.

3 months ago

A solitary figure sits beneath a withered tree in a barren field, holding a single dried flower. The wind carries faint golden dust across the scene. The person’s expression is calm but distant, lost in quiet sorrow. Around them, remnants of once-bright petals lie faded on the ground. The atmosphere is heavy with silence and memory. Rendered in textured impasto with soft muted colors — browns, ochres, ash-rose — with visible cracks and embroidered dust motifs. Inspired by poetic melancholy and the weight of unspoken love.

3 months ago

A grayscale impasto oil painting with sculptural textures. A man and a woman stand back-to-back in a quiet, familiar setting — perhaps a softly lit room or a garden wrapped in fog. Both figures face away from each other, surrounded by stillness, lost in unspoken thoughts. In the foreground, a single wilted flower rests on a table or windowsill — the only vivid symbol of what once bloomed between them. The mist blurs the edges of the furniture and space, creating a poetic, melancholic atmosphere of emotional distance. The tone is intimate, muted, and timeless — like a memory that remains, even quando o toque já não vem.