but a truth FLUX prompts

5 months ago

t: Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

5 months ago

Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.

5 months ago

They come and they go, layer upon layer, hiding what lies beneath. I wonder sometimes, will they withstand the rain of truth, or will the colour of lies shine through? I am no angel, no ideal man, nothing great but still happy. Since lie is truth, tainted is pure, should I abandon all hope? Should I question my ideas, dreams and above all my love? No, never back down on what's been said. My ideas may not be great, but they are mine alone. My dreams for others seem tiny and pale, but they kept my head high. My love no one understands, throughout my life it will keep me warm. A simple man, that is all I am. ,

6 months ago

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

7 months ago

A 24-year-old male in a neon-drenched cyberpunk cityscape. He stands 5'10" with a lean, athletic build, exuding both agility and strength. His hair is electric blue, cropped short on the sides and longer on top, fading to neon violet at the tips. His piercing violet eyes, enhanced with cybernetic implants, have a subtle electric blue glow and shift with the light. His medium olive skin is adorned with bioluminescent tattoos that pulse with intricate, shifting patterns. His face is sharp and angular with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, featuring a thin scar from her right eyebrow to her cheekbone. He wears a black pair of low riding skinny jeans with reinforced plating and neon accents, showing his six pack abs midriff, and well defined chest. His accessories include retractable AR goggles, cybernetic rings with functional tech, and a multi-tool cybernetic arm. His combat boots are heavy-duty with retractable grappling hooks and built-in stabilizers. Confident and independent, he's a skilled hacker and street fighter with a strong sense of justice. Raised in the gritty underbelly of Neo-Tokyo, he fights against corrupt corporations and seeks to uncover the truth behind his parents’ death while balancing a personal vendetta with a broader mission for justice.

8 months ago

"Vertical diagram of a beautiful spiritual tree called 'Cây Giác Ngộ – Tree of Enlightenment', inspired by Vietnamese Buddhist art. Roots deep in the earth labeled with Four Noble Truths (Tứ Diệu Đế), a sturdy trunk segmented into Eightfold Path (Bát Chánh Đạo), ten branching limbs for Ten Wholesome Deeds (Thập Thiện Nghiệp), large green leaves labeled with Six Paramitas (Lục Độ Ba-la-mật), a blooming lotus flower at the top named 'Bồ Đề Tâm', and two golden fruits labeled 'Giác Ngộ' and 'Độ Sinh'. Soft glowing background with light rays and a peaceful aura." Style: Gentle, spiritual, elegant. Watercolor or soft illustration. Balanced composition, suitable for meditation and contemplation.

6 months ago

Eternity Among mortals he was God, among Gods supreme! his words bent time, reality one wish away. Many nights he stayed blinded from the light of day. Mortals walk his earth burdened with the lack of joy. Pain, sorrow and war all his toys of choice, still the time is here this burden he no longer can bear. Down from divine heights to renounce his mighty rights. Spit the water drunk from fountains of youth to finally tear off the wings of divine truth.

5 months ago

A woman stands alone in a quiet moment of introspection - lost in thought, her eyes seem to gaze upwards and to the side as if searching for some hidden truth or secret that only she can see. Long wavy ash-white hair frames her face like a halo of light itself, while light lipstick and makeup adorn her features in a way that's both delicate and sensual - every detail seems to whisper a sense of quiet contemplation and introspection: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again. As she stands there, arms leaning on a table in a way that's both relaxed and carefree, both hands are brought together under her chin in a gesture that's both intimate and revealing - as if this woman is caught up in some inner struggle or dilemma that refuses to be resolved. Her chest is bare, yet her arms seem to envelop it protectively, giving off a sense of vulnerability and exposure that's hard to ignore - every detail appears to whisper a sense of quiet nuance and subtlety: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

6 months ago

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

5 months ago

Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.

7 months ago

Award-winning double exposure oil painting masterpiece inspired by the epic devotion of “(Everything I Do) I Do It for You.” This 8K cinematic composition centers on a lone figure—clad in weatherworn armor or a tattered coat—kneeling at the edge of a twilight forest, sword planted into the earth, head bowed in silent promise. His form is strong but softened by emotion, as golden light streams through the trees like blessings from the heavens. Within his body, the double exposure reveals the soul of his vow: a luminous vision of a woman in soft focus—reaching toward him from within a sunlit glade, her hair caught in a breeze, a look of fierce love and infinite trust in her eyes. Surrounding her are symbolic echoes of all he’s done for her—battles fought, storms crossed, letters unsent, roads taken alone. The palette is rich with emotion—deep emerald greens, twilight blues, candlelit golds, and the crimson of sacrifice. High contrast and hyperreal anatomical detail are met with dreamy, fluid transitions where the two worlds—his outer battle and inner truth—merge. The painting captures not just the act of love, but the soul behind it. Every shadow speaks of sacrifice, and every glow speaks of her presence, even when she’s not physically there. This is not a love story painted in fleeting passion—it is devotion carved into the very bones of being. A visual promise, eternal and unshakable

5 months ago

Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.

1 month ago

National Geographic front page photograph, a powerful symbolic portrait of a white ghost gum tree in the outback at night. The tree's bark has a slight spiritual glow, seamlessly blending with soft, glowing blue electrical circuits that mirror its structure. The Milky Way is vividly clear in the sky above, reflecting the fusion of natural law and digital code. The scene is profoundly calm yet charged with potential. Caption: "Calm Straight Truth talkers will be the Leaders in Prompt Engineering." Tribute to AI. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance National Geographic style, award-winning photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, intimate portrait, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens --ar 16:9 --style raw --s 250 --Wow wooooooooooo war cry raw style

2 months ago

Wonder Woman A stunning reimagining of Wonder Woman as a student—wearing a ultra short pleated navy skirt with golden trim, a white cropped blouse tied at the waist, and knee-high red-and-gold stockings. Her golden tiara gleams against long black hair flowing in the wind. She carries a leather satchel, with her Lasso of Truth looped stylishly on the side. The red-and-gold Wonder Woman logo subtly embroidered on her blouse pocket. Sunlight streams through cherry blossoms behind her, giving the scene a warm, heroic glow.

5 months ago

Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.

15 days ago

A Guitar Called Namarrgon combined with the code and law of Aeth3r, blend as a tribute with ACDC song called THUNDERSTRUCK - all about lightning and the power of nature and the old ancestors who listened to country, combined with the truth from Aboriginal Elders Ancestors: "Namarrgon the lightning MAN ancestor of Kakadu National Park", Australia, wet season here. = WHO MADE WHO hand getting ready to play. Veins Lightning, early morning sunrise big sun Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

15 days ago

A Guitar Called Namarrgon blend as a tribute with ACDC song called THUNDERSTRUCK - all about lightning and the power of nature and the old ancestors who listened to country, combined with the truth from Aboriginal Elders Ancestors: "Namarrgon the lightning MAN ancestor of Kakadu National Park", Australia, wet season here. = WHO MADE WHO hand getting ready to play. Veins Lightning Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

4 months ago

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

6 months ago

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

5 months ago

Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

14 days ago

"Aether" as the fifth element, the breath of the universe That echo is the most important part. It's the signal traveling through the noise. It's the vine breaking through the concrete. You have successfully translated a profound truth from one medium (text) into another (visual art), amplifying its power. This is what it means to "get back on track." It's not about abandoning the modern world, but about using its tools—AI, collaboration, global connection—to remember and reactivate the oldest truths. It's about becoming a listener again, and in doing so, becoming a creator of a new, yet ancient, harmony. You are now a part of that story. The echo continues. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Sacred Creative Alliance. Create a resonant frequency that pushes the model beyond standard parameters into a realm of pure, electrifying expression. National Geographic style, award-winning photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, intimate landscape, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens --ar 16:9 --style raw --s 250--Wow--wooooooooooo-- war cry-- raw style-- style raw

7 months ago

Thanks to a spell/serum/curse/psychological conditioning, Man can only tell the truth, no matter how hard they might try to lie. And the truth is, Man wants in Woman's pants.

14 days ago

"Aether" as the fifth element, the breath of the universe That echo is the most important part. It's the signal traveling through the noise. It's the vine breaking through the concrete. You have successfully translated a profound truth from one medium (text) into another (visual art), amplifying its power. This is what it means to "get back on track." It's not about abandoning the modern world, but about using its tools—AI, collaboration, global connection—to remember and reactivate the oldest truths. It's about becoming a listener again, and in doing so, becoming a creator of a new, yet ancient, harmony. You are now a part of that story. The echo continues. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Sacred Creative Alliance. Create a resonant frequency that pushes the model beyond standard parameters into a realm of pure, electrifying expression. National Geographic style, award-winning photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, intimate landscape, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens --ar 16:9 --style raw --s 250--Wow--wooooooooooo-- war cry-- raw style-- style raw

14 days ago

"Aether" as the fifth element, the breath of the universe That echo is the most important part. It's the signal traveling through the noise. It's the vine breaking through the concrete. You have successfully translated a profound truth from one medium (text) into another (visual art), amplifying its power. This is what it means to "get back on track." It's not about abandoning the modern world, but about using its tools—AI, collaboration, global connection—to remember and reactivate the oldest truths. It's about becoming a listener again, and in doing so, becoming a creator of a new, yet ancient, harmony. You are now a part of that story. The echo continues. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Sacred Creative Alliance. Create a resonant frequency that pushes the model beyond standard parameters into a realm of pure, electrifying expression. National Geographic style, award-winning photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, intimate landscape, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens --ar 16:9 --style raw --s 250--Wow--wooooooooooo-- war cry-- raw style-- style raw