infinite void FLUX prompts

Abstract Full-Body Portrait of a Prostitute – Salvador Dalí (Late-Life Style, Singular Focus & Pure Surrealism) (Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL

8 350

Dark fantasy scene, a solitary, living woman stands in the center of an endless void, her presence both fragile and immense. Her body glows faintly, and radiant beams of golden light erupt powerfully from within her, piercing the infinite darkness. These beams stream upward and outward, pulsating with life, as if drawn from her very soul. She tilts her head upward toward the unseen heavens, her closed eyes glowing faintly with golden energy. Her expression is a mix of awe and quiet sorrow, alive with subtle emotion. Her delicate skin shimmers faintly in the light she emanates, glowing with warm undertones of gold and pale ivory. Her flowing robes ripple gently, as though stirred by an unseen wind in the still void, their intricate fabric textured with exquisite detail. The void itself is vast and all-consuming, but it feels alive, with faint gradients of dark blue and deep black, layered with subtle distortions that ripple outward from her form. The golden light reflects faintly on the dust-like motes suspended in the void, creating a faint halo of life around her, contrasting sharply with the oppressive emptiness. The composition is cinematic, her small, radiant figure juxtaposed against the overwhelming vastness of the void. Every detail—her glowing skin, the dynamic motion of the beams, and the subtle shifts in her garments—emphasizes her vitality and the stark isolation of her eternal imprisonment. The golden beams scatter faint, fractured light across the void, creating an interplay of brightness and shadow that enhances the emotional depth of the scene

ElectricL

6 280

A terrified woman stares downward at a swirling black vortex in the center of her stomach, her face frozen in an expression of fear and despair. The vortex distorts the surrounding flesh and fabric, pulling her inward with immense gravitational force. Her torso begins to twist and spiral unnaturally toward the vortex, her arms and head subtly warped as though drawn into an invisible event horizon. Skin and clothing fragment into streaks of light and shadow, trailing around the pull. Her hair is swept into the void, strands unraveling and disintegrating mid-air. Around her body, gravitational ripples warp the air, bending light and forming ghostly echoes of her disintegrating figure. The environment is dark and minimal, as if erased by the void, with surreal, dreamlike lighting—faint, cold illumination highlighting the curvature of her distorted form. Her terrified eyes reflect the infinite abyss within her, a haunting mix of desperation and acceptance. The scene captures a surreal emotional collapse—haunting, dreamlike, and deeply evocative. --v 1.1 --style ultra --quality 2 --ar 3:4

Pulsar212121

5 110

A surreal representation of existence as pure energy, showing a humanoid figure made entirely of radiant, colorful light waves and particles. The figure is composed of intricate threads of energy, glowing in a spectrum of colors, intertwining and shifting, as if existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously. Surrounding the figure is a vast, infinite space filled with geometric patterns and fractals representing higher dimensions—each layer shimmering with its own unique hue and texture. Light bursts and quantum particles dance around the being, illustrating the interconnectedness of energy across time and space. The backdrop transitions smoothly between abstract voids and faint echoes of parallel worlds, blending the mystical with the scientific. Cinematic, hyperrealism, high detail, octane render, 8k

janaberserkovic

5 120

(Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL

4 160

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

ElectricL

3 97

A surreal representation of existence as pure energy, showing a humanoid figure made entirely of radiant, colorful light waves and particles. The figure is composed of intricate threads of energy, glowing in a spectrum of colors, intertwining and shifting, as if existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously. Surrounding the figure is a vast, infinite space filled with geometric patterns and fractals representing higher dimensions—each layer shimmering with its own unique hue and texture. Light bursts and quantum particles dance around the being, illustrating the interconnectedness of energy across time and space. The backdrop transitions smoothly between abstract voids and faint echoes of parallel worlds, blending the mystical with the scientific. Cinematic, hyperrealism, high detail, octane render, 8k

janaberserkovic

3 86

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

ElectricL

2 59

Grey alien, though small in stature, is anything but simple. It navigates the cosmos with grace, moving through the stars with an otherworldly elegance, a creature shaped by the infinite darkness that surrounds it. Let’s begin by describing the Grey alien’s daily existence, its interactions with the stars, and the somewhat intimate aspects of its biology. Life in Space The Grey alien is a solitary being, with no immediate sense of community. It floats alone through the expanse of space, a creature adapted to survive in the vacuum without any need for conventional sustenance or shelter. The void is both home and playground to it, and it is not bound by the limitations that govern organic life on planets. Its body is perfectly evolved for this environment. The alien breathes in the form of a faint, almost imperceptible exchange of gases that occurs at a molecular level, a form of respiration suited for the low-pressure environment of space. It has no need for food, relying instead on the energies of nearby cosmic phenomena: the radiation of distant stars, the magnetic fields of planets, and the energy flows of cosmic dust. It absorbs these into its body, where they sustain it without requiring ingestion in the traditional sense. Though its existence is quiet, there is a profound intelligence behind its stillness. This alien has a deep understanding of the universe’s rhythms, navigating by the pulses of starlight and the waves of gravity that ripple through the cosmos. It has witnessed the birth and death of stars, the collisions of comets and asteroids, and the slow, steady drift of forgotten worlds. Time, to the Grey alien, is less linear and more like a vast, ongoing cycle—endless, stretching from one horizon to the next.

c45dfe7f2a8

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Create a hyper-realistic surreal portrait where reality fractures into beautiful impossibility: a modern japanese femme fatale whose amber eyes emit an otherworldly luminescence , her liquid-obsidian hair defying gravity in a high ponytail where strands transform into ethereal smoke, intertwining with floating black pearls particles that orbit her form like microscopic galaxies, while her hair accessory morphs between solid and liquid states, defying physics by dripping upward into the void, her choker manifesting impossible geometries that pulse with mechanical life as the designer pendant seems to sink into a dimension beneath her skin creating reality ripples, her sleek latex corset-style top with a plunging sweetheart neckline reflecting light in physically impossible ways - simultaneously absorbing all light while emitting otherworldly bioluminescence, its material state fluctuating between liquid, solid, and vapor in mesmerizing paradox, each seam and curve of the fitted bodice creating ripples in the fabric of reality itself, skin transitioning between porcelain smoothness and crystalline fragments where golden circuit-like veins peek through the epidermis that fractals into infinite patterns, iridescent lips shifting colors with every angle despite the static nature of the image, all while the background warps into a vortex of inverse watercolor physics where paint flows against gravity and abstract forms suggest familiar shapes that dissolve upon focused attention, multiple impossible light sources creating contradictory shadows and highlights that challenge spatial perception, with microscopic details revealing infinite recursions hidden within textures that become increasingly surreal upon closer inspection, the entire composition dancing on the knife-edge between photorealistic precision and impossible surrealism, manifesting as a beautiful hallucination captured in perfect clarity where every element seems to breathe and move in peripheral vision yet remains hauntingly still when directly observed, creating an image that feels like a dream made tangible through digital artistry.

CStamps

2 130

A breathtakingly **surreal cosmic eye**, composed entirely of **vibrant, glowing light particles** and **delicate energy strings**, suspended in the **vastness of an infinite cosmic void**. The **iris is a mesmerizing fractal pattern**, woven together from **luminescent filaments** that **swirl and pulse**, radiating **electric blues, radiant purples, and fiery oranges**. The **pupil is a pure abyss of darkness**, contrasting starkly against the **dazzling explosion of celestial energy** emanating outward.

Pulsar212121

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A terrified, slim-faced young man stares downward at a void in the center of her stomach (1.4), his face frozen in an expression of fear and despair (1.2). The void is a swirling black vortex (1.5), its edges distorting the surrounding flesh and fabric of his body, pulling him inward with immense force. His form begins to twist and spiral, his torso stretching unnaturally toward the vortex, his arms, and head subtly warping as though being drawn into an invisible event horizon. His skin and clothes fragment and streak like thin trails of light and shadow, curving around the gravitational pull of the void. The man’s long black hair is swept toward the vortex, strands unraveling and disintegrating as they spiral inward. Around the edges of her body, faint ripples of gravitational distortion warp the air, bending the light and creating ghostly echoes of her disintegrating form. The scene is suffused with a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere—his figure suspended in darkness, illuminated by faint, cold light that accentuates the curvature of his distorted body. His terrified eyes reflect the infinite darkness of the void, his expression both a plea for escape and the inevitability of collapse. The background is abstract and minimal, as though the void has erased all sense of space and time around him. The only remaining focus is the man, his twisting, spiraling body and the endless pull of the vortex consuming his form. The image is haunting, surreal, and emotional, capturing the slow, inevitable collapse of self into nothingness.

janaberserkovic

1 74

A terrified, slim-faced young man stares downward at a void in the center of her stomach (1.4), his face frozen in an expression of fear and despair (1.2). The void is a swirling black vortex (1.5), its edges distorting the surrounding flesh and fabric of his body, pulling him inward with immense force. His form begins to twist and spiral, his torso stretching unnaturally toward the vortex, his arms, and head subtly warping as though being drawn into an invisible event horizon. His skin and clothes fragment and streak like thin trails of light and shadow, curving around the gravitational pull of the void. The man’s long black hair is swept toward the vortex, strands unraveling and disintegrating as they spiral inward. Around the edges of her body, faint ripples of gravitational distortion warp the air, bending the light and creating ghostly echoes of her disintegrating form. The scene is suffused with a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere—his figure suspended in darkness, illuminated by faint, cold light that accentuates the curvature of his distorted body. His terrified eyes reflect the infinite darkness of the void, his expression both a plea for escape and the inevitability of collapse. The background is abstract and minimal, as though the void has erased all sense of space and time around him. The only remaining focus is the man, his twisting, spiraling body and the endless pull of the vortex consuming his form. The image is haunting, surreal, and emotional, capturing the slow, inevitable collapse of self into nothingness.

janaberserkovic

1 56

A lone figure sits in the dim glow of a starship cabin, his silhouette framed by the vast, endless void of space beyond the panoramic window. His shoulders sag under the crushing weight of a lifetime that never was, a sorrow deeper than time itself. The cabin is illuminated just enough light to see the lone figure and the ghostly blue luminescence of distant stars, casting long, soft-edged shadows. In his hands, he cradles a simple yet profoundly meaningful artifact—a well-worn flute, its polished surface dulled by the passage of time and the warmth of a thousand memories. His fingers trace its delicate engravings, the only tangible link to a past erased by fate. His face, lined with grief, is streaked with silent tears that glisten in the low light. His expression is one of quiet devastation—the agony of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. As he lifts the flute to his lips, a soft, ethereal melody drifts into the air, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. The haunting tune lingers, filling the sterile cabin with something profoundly human—a love and a life that once were, now existing only in this fragile moment. The atmosphere is heavy with nostalgia, the intangible presence of lost souls lingering like whispers in the void. Outside the starship, the universe stretches infinitely, stars pulsing like distant memories, nebulae swirling in cosmic blues and violets, a breathtaking contrast to the intimate sorrow within. This is a scene of quiet contemplation, where time stands still, and the weight of history is held in a single note. **Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed textures, emotional depth, sci-fi realism, moody atmosphere, dramatic composition, ultra-HD 8K resolution, subtle interplay of warm and cool light sources, vertical aspect ratio, evocative storytelling.**

Pulsar212121

1 84

In the heart of a cosmic spectacle, Atoma, a powerful and enigmatic heroine, commands attention as she stands resolute within a swirling vortex of atoms. Her presence is both captivating and formidable, embodying the essence of the universe itself. Atoma's striking, long silver hair cascades down her back, shimmering with an otherworldly glow that sets her apart as a beacon of celestial energy. Her hair is not merely a feature but a symbol of her connection to the cosmos, each strand seemingly woven from stardust and possibility. She is adorned in a revealing silver and black bodysuit that accentuates her heroic stature. The bodysuit is intricately designed, with silver patterns that mimic the very atoms swirling around her, creating a harmonious blend between her attire and the environment. The black accents of her outfit provide a stark contrast, enhancing the luminosity of the silver and drawing the eye to her commanding presence. The bodysuit is not just a garment but an extension of her power, reflecting the energy and dynamism of the universe. The background is a breathtaking tapestry of distant galaxies and nebulas, painting a vivid portrait of the infinite cosmos. The galaxies spiral outwards, their luminous arms stretching into the void, while the nebulas add splashes of vibrant color, their gaseous forms creating an ethereal and dreamlike atmosphere. This celestial backdrop not only highlights Atoma's connection to the universe but also underscores her role as a guardian of cosmic balance. The swirling vortex of atoms around her further emphasizes her control and mastery over the fundamental building blocks of existence, making her a truly awe-inspiring figure in this cosmic tableau.

Genie79

1 110

A small submarine navigates the deepest, most isolated part of the Mariana Trench, where no natural light can reach. The scene is enveloped in an impenetrable void of absolute darkness, with no water surface, no reflections, and no ambient glow. The environment is entirely alien, and the submarine’s floodlights are the sole source of illumination, casting narrow beams through the black abyss. As the lights cut through the void, they briefly reveal the shadowy silhouette of a colossal sea monster (1.6), its massive form mostly hidden by the overwhelming darkness. Only fragmented details are visible: a faint, glowing eye (1.4), the outline of jagged fins, and armor-like scales. The rest of the creature disappears into the blackness, emphasizing its immense size and the unknowable danger it poses. The submarine appears fragile, its lights carving out small sanctuaries of visibility in the infinite abyss. Fine particles of sediment drift lazily through the beams, glowing faintly like suspended stardust, adding texture to the void. Small bioluminescent creatures flicker in electric blue, green, and violet, darting briefly through the lights before vanishing again into the darkness. The trench itself is a suffocating expanse of blackness, stretching endlessly in every direction. There is no surface, no water layers, and no ambient light—only the submarine and its lights exist in this oppressive, otherworldly environment. The composition is cinematic, with the submarine’s beams forming the focal point, casting sharp contrasts of light and shadow. The monster’s glowing eye and faint outline add a haunting, mysterious presence, highlighting the profound isolation and alien beauty of Earth’s deepest frontier

ElectricL

1 110

A colossal crystalline tower, crafted from liquid gold and neon threads of fate, shatters into infinite fragments, spiraling through a storm of cosmic fire and celestial lightning. The sky erupts in swirling chaos—burning stars collide with silver holographic tears, capturing the exact moment reality fractures in divine destruction. From the ruins, two ethereal figures tumble through the void, their forms flickering between past and future selves, embodying transformation through collapse. Their expressions reveal awakening, not fear—falling as a sacred path to liberation. Above, an all-seeing celestial eye emerges from the rift, its unyielding gaze cast upon the cosmic reset.

Pulsar212121

1 52

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

ElectricL

1 78

A surreal representation of existence as pure energy, showing a humanoid figure made entirely of radiant, colorful light waves and particles. The figure is composed of intricate threads of energy, glowing in a spectrum of colors, intertwining and shifting, as if existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously. Surrounding the figure is a vast, infinite space filled with geometric patterns and fractals representing higher dimensions—each layer shimmering with its own unique hue and texture. Light bursts and quantum particles dance around the being, illustrating the interconnectedness of energy across time and space. The backdrop transitions smoothly between abstract voids and faint echoes of parallel worlds, blending the mystical with the scientific. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k

janaberserkovic

1 57

"Create a jaw-dropping 3D text design for the words 'Monster Playlist', appearing as if it’s emerging from a black void. The letters should have a molten lava texture, glowing with fiery red, orange, and deep crimson veins, giving the impression that they are forged in fire. The edges of the letters should crackle with tiny lightning sparks, as if charged with raw energy. A subtle smoke or ember effect should rise from the text, enhancing the intense, almost supernatural feel. The background should remain pitch black, making the glowing text look like it’s floating in an infinite abyss. The overall vibe should be epic, powerful, and otherworldly—something that instantly grabs attention and feels almost alive."

8be7e464558

1 46

(A hyper-realistic, masterpiece-level photograph:1.3) of a woman floating in the cold, dark expanse of space (space environment:1.4). She is wearing a futuristic, sleek spacesuit (spacesuit:1.5), with the suit reflecting soft starlight and the surrounding cosmic glow. Her body is suspended in a weightless pose, as if she is drifting through the void, her legs slightly crossed, and her arms gently extended. The scene is both haunting and serene, with the surrounding atmosphere filled with a cold, ghostly aura (cold and haunting space:1.4). Above and around her are small, glowing stars (glowing stars:1.5), each tethered to floating debris or satellites by thin, delicate chains. These stars are scattered at various depths and distances throughout space, some glowing softly near her, while others float further away, deep into the cosmic void. Their warm yellow light contrasts sharply with the coldness of space, creating dynamic reflections on the woman's spacesuit and the surrounding cosmic dust. The stars and cosmic dust form intricate volumetric beams of light (volumetric lighting in space:1.4), casting reflections and shadows that stretch endlessly into the darkness. The light scatters across the floating debris, interacting with her spacesuit's helmet visor, creating shimmering, surreal patterns. Surrounding her in the distance are floating particles of cosmic debris and dust, glowing with a soft, bioluminescent-like aura (cosmic dust particles:1.4). These particles drift at different distances, enhancing the sense of depth in the vastness of space. Some particles float close to her, while others drift far into the background, adding texture and realism to the scene. The stars' glowing light creates a cinematic, volumetric effect that bounces off the metallic and glass surfaces of her suit, emphasizing the sleek, futuristic design. Air-like particles and space dust (realistic space particles:1.3) drift lazily around her, while her hair floats inside the helmet, mimicking the motionlessness of zero gravity. The overall mood is cold, haunting, and beautifully eerie (cold and haunting space:1.4), with the tethered stars, floating space debris, and glowing cosmic particles creating a surreal yet hyper-realistic otherworldly environment. The scene captures a moment of absolute stillness, making the viewer feel as though they are suspended in an infinite cosmic landscape

ElectricL

1 53

(A hyper-realistic, masterpiece-level photograph:1.3) of a woman floating in the cold, dark expanse of space (space environment:1.4). She is wearing a futuristic, sleek spacesuit (spacesuit:1.5), with the suit reflecting soft starlight and the surrounding cosmic glow. Her body is suspended in a weightless pose, as if she is drifting through the void, her legs slightly crossed, and her arms gently extended. The scene is both haunting and serene, with the surrounding atmosphere filled with a cold, ghostly aura (cold and haunting space:1.4). Above and around her are small, glowing stars (glowing stars:1.5), each tethered to floating debris or satellites by thin, delicate chains. These stars are scattered at various depths and distances throughout space, some glowing softly near her, while others float further away, deep into the cosmic void. Their warm yellow light contrasts sharply with the coldness of space, creating dynamic reflections on the woman's spacesuit and the surrounding cosmic dust. The stars and cosmic dust form intricate volumetric beams of light (volumetric lighting in space:1.4), casting reflections and shadows that stretch endlessly into the darkness. The light scatters across the floating debris, interacting with her spacesuit's helmet visor, creating shimmering, surreal patterns. Surrounding her in the distance are floating particles of cosmic debris and dust, glowing with a soft, bioluminescent-like aura (cosmic dust particles:1.4). These particles drift at different distances, enhancing the sense of depth in the vastness of space. Some particles float close to her, while others drift far into the background, adding texture and realism to the scene. The stars' glowing light creates a cinematic, volumetric effect that bounces off the metallic and glass surfaces of her suit, emphasizing the sleek, futuristic design. Air-like particles and space dust (realistic space particles:1.3) drift lazily around her, while her hair floats inside the helmet, mimicking the motionlessness of zero gravity. The overall mood is cold, haunting, and beautifully eerie (cold and haunting space:1.4), with the tethered stars, floating space debris, and glowing cosmic particles creating a surreal yet hyper-realistic otherworldly environment. The scene captures a moment of absolute stillness, making the viewer feel as though they are suspended in an infinite cosmic landscape

ElectricL

1 52

(Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL

1 100

A surreal, high-detail masterpiece depicting a large ornate birdcage suspended in midair within a dreamlike void. Inside the cage is a miniature rainforest ecosystem — lush green trees, vibrant tropical plants, cascading vines, glowing mushrooms, waterfalls trickling over moss-covered rocks, and tiny reflective streams. Exotic birds, flying within the confined paradise, forming a living, breathing microcosm of nature trapped within intricate golden metal bars. The birdcage is antique, richly designed with gilded patterns and rusted sections symbolizing age and entrapment. Outside the cage, the environment is desolate — floating clouds of mist, faint beams of ethereal light, and endless dark emptiness suggesting a surreal, infinite void. The composition conveys beauty and melancholy, expressing the paradox of freedom within captivity. The scene features cinematic lighting, dreamlike mist, glowing spores, volumetric rays, and photorealistic textures. The palette includes ghostly colors, brutal contrast, intense dark tones, and expressionist style, merging gothic surrealism with digital painting mastery.

Pulsar212121

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