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3 months ago

a professional photo of a exceptionally beautiful girl in the world, (age 30) (futuristic),(masterpiece), (realistic), (perfect anatomy), (A gorgeous Caucasian woman with striking almond shaped green eyes really long ginger wavy hair with dark blue and blond Stripes with long lush, thick lashes glossy lips with freckles, tattoos, piercings wearing a full face of makeup, with thick natural thighs, a small Connor tattoo on her chest wearing a silver Connor necklace and a silver band with a beautiful white diamond ring on her wedding finger baby belly A fitness selfie in a modern gym with weight racks visible in background. Girl of 30 age, wearing a white cropped athletic top with no bras and high-waisted white compression leggings. White sneakers. The image quality is grainy, with a slight blur softening the details. The lighting is clear, her features are visible. Standing for selfie. Wavy ginger ligh yellow red blond hair in casual style. Mirror selfie pose with iphone. ) with extremely long dark ginger hair, flawless olive skin, thick eye liner, extra long eye lashes, light pink blush, extremely beautifully shaped lips with light lipstick, soft eye shadow, flawless light olive skin, extremely detailed large beautiful brilliant Forest green eyes, (dressed in a light blue dance top, and black skinny spandex bike shorts) standing in a dance studio, with a full wall mirror behind her, high depth of field, gentle expression, 8k, (high res),ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, full image view, full body view, front view, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic lighting

63ad12d975e PRO
5 340

7 months ago

Create a masterpiece oil painting inspired by the haunting and timeless lyrics of "Highwayman." The central image should depict four figures, each representing one of the characters from the song’s lyrics — a highwayman, a ship captain, a railroad man, and a starship pilot — each standing or positioned against the vast, open landscapes of their time. These figures should be arranged in a way that symbolizes their connection across eras, with each man standing proudly in his own environment. The highwayman should be portrayed in a dramatic, windswept desert or nighttime landscape, with his dark cloak billowing in the wind, a mysterious and defiant figure. He holds a rifle or pistol, and his horse is tethered nearby, ready to ride into the night. The ship captain should be shown on the deck of a grand sailing ship, the vast ocean stretching endlessly behind him, wind in his sails, his gaze focused on the horizon. His attire should be classic, with a captain’s coat and telescope in hand. The railroad man stands beside an old train, with the iron rails stretching off into the distance, symbolizing the progress and expansion of the world. He wears a workman’s cap and holds a wrench or railroad signal. The starship pilot stands in the dark void of space, with the distant stars and planets surrounding him. His suit is futuristic, but his expression mirrors the same stoic determination as the other figures. The background should blend the four different settings — rolling hills, stormy seas, endless rails, and the vastness of space — as though the boundaries of time and place are interwoven, suggesting the continuity of these men through eternity. The landscape transitions seamlessly from one era to another, symbolizing the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. The color palette should feature deep, bold colors like midnight blues, earthy browns, and fiery oranges, with touches of silvery grays to represent time passing. Each figure should be bathed in the golden light of their respective times, drawing the viewer's eye to their expression and purpose. The brushstrokes should be strong and dynamic, capturing the power of these men’s spirits across time. The overall mood should evoke a sense of legend, fate, and the eternal journey of these highwaymen as they travel through the ages, bound by destiny.

Nednut4362
2 77

8 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.

ElectricL
2 140