clouded with blindness FLUX prompts

5 months ago

In a scorched, post-apocalyptic wasteland, a blonde woman dances with explosive energy, her body leaping, spinning, and twisting in raw, ecstatic motion. She wears minimal, torn leather and scavenged metal pieces—part armor, part ritual costume. Her skin is smeared with ash and dirt, and her hair flies wildly as she thrashes and leaps in the dust. Around her are rusted vehicle parts, broken bones, and spike-covered poles stuck into the cracked ground. The scene feels like a tribal rite of survival, madness, or freedom—there is no music, only the sound of heavy breathing, distant engines, and the howling wind. The sky is burnt orange and gray with drifting smoke. The lighting is harsh, almost blinding, as the sun breaks through thick clouds. The atmosphere is chaotic, primal, and electric. The camera is handheld and close, moving erratically to match the dancer’s frenzy—sometimes circling, sometimes pushed in tight to her eyes or feet as she kicks up dirt and screams silently to the sky. A scene of wild beauty born from ruin.

7 months ago

An elderly war veteran, now blind, sits as a wise teacher. His weathered face bears deep battle scars, and his long, unkempt gray beard flows over his tattered yet dignified robe. Though his eyes are clouded, they radiate wisdom. He grips a worn wooden staff, a symbol of both his past battles and present guidance. Behind him, an ancient battlefield fades into the mist, while young students sit before him, listening intently to his teachings. The scene exudes a solemn yet inspiring aura, capturing the transformation from warrior to mentor

8 months ago

The scene is a portrait of an old man, his face deeply lined with age and etched with the hardships of a long life. He leans heavily on a worn wooden cane, his posture suggesting frailty and weariness. His eyes are milky white, clouded with blindness, he is surrounded by a breathtaking panorama of a beautiful Australian blue outback waterfall flowing into a beautiful rock lake

8 months ago

A dark, gritty comic-style illustration, rich with hand-drawn textures, heavy inking, and a worn, weathered aesthetic. On the jagged, desolate surface of the moon, three astronauts in scuffed, retrofuturistic red spacesuits sprint for their lives, kicking up clouds of lunar dust that trail behind them. Their sleek, Soviet-inspired spacesuits are dull and battered, with faded USSR insignias barely visible under scratches and grime. Each astronaut is armed, firing crude, makeshift weapons backward in desperation as they attempt to fend off their alien attackers. In the distance, an ominous alien spacecraft hovers above the lunar horizon, its massive, angular silhouette casting long shadows across the surface. Bright neon-green plasma bolts streak through the darkness, fired from the ship’s glowing, turret-like weapons. The plasma bolts illuminate the gritty scene in brief, blinding flashes, casting jagged shadows and reflecting off the astronauts' scratched visors. The composition is chaotic and dynamic, with the lead astronaut crouched and firing while the others sprint, their postures tense and frantic. One astronaut stumbles, his weapon raised as he looks back in horror at the attackers. The moon's surface is jagged and uneven, littered with sharp rocks, deep craters, and faint traces of long-forgotten alien ruins etched with strange, glowing glyphs. The alien ship is vast and angular, with faint lights along its hull giving it a menacing presence. The Earth looms faintly in the background, partially obscured by lunar dust and darkness. The atmosphere is tense and moody, dominated by muted greys, dusty reds, and bright flashes of neon green from the plasma fire. The illustration is gritty and imperfect, with visible hand-drawn lines, bold inking, and heavy shadows. The texture of the lunar dust and the weathered suits is palpable, creating a tactile, raw aesthetic. The scene feels alive with motion and desperation, capturing the chaotic action of a life-or-death struggle in a hostile, alien world