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6 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

6 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

9 months ago

Summon a hauntingly cinematic vision of Baba Yaga, the ancient witch of the dark forests, feared and revered across the ages. The scene unfolds deep within a mist-covered, cursed woodland, where twisted, skeletal trees loom overhead, their branches forming eerie claw-like shapes. A flickering, spectral light moves through the fog, revealing a crumbling wooden hut standing on massive, grotesque bird-like legs, shifting and creaking as if alive. 🔹 The Witch Appears. From the shadows, Baba Yaga emerges, cloaked in tattered robes infused with black magic, woven with the threads of time itself. Her face is gaunt, yet powerful, her glowing, hollowed eyes pierce the darkness, ancient knowledge burning within them. Long, wiry white hair floats around her like strands of spectral mist, and her gnarled hands, adorned with enchanted rings, clutch a twisted staff, pulsing with eerie, greenish energy. 🔹 The Atmosphere Darkens. The ground cracks beneath her bare feet, roots twisting unnaturally in her wake. A cauldron bubbles nearby, filled with a swirling, glowing elixir that emits a ghostly green vapor. Whispers of trapped souls echo through the trees, their faint outlines flickering in and out of existence. Ravens caw from the treetops, their eyes glowing like embers in the abyss. 🔹 A Sinister Presence. Her long, bony fingers trace symbols in the air, weaving spells that send tendrils of black smoke spiraling through the trees, coiling around unseen forces lurking in the shadows. The very air trembles as she mutters an incantation in an ancient, forgotten tongue, her voice both terrifying and mesmerizing. 🔹 The Final Omen. Suddenly, the forest is silent, an unnatural stillness taking hold. Baba Yaga turns her head slowly, her piercing gaze locking onto the viewer, as if sensing their presence. The wind howls, the mist swirls, and the hut shifts once more—a sign that she is always watching, always waiting. The screen fades to black, leaving only the inscription, written in glowing, cryptic runes: 🔥 Beware the Witch of the Woods. Beware… Baba Yaga. 🔥

8 months ago

A **dark and twisted Wonderland** unfurls, transformed into a **haunting nightmare** where every corner pulses with malevolent energy. The once whimsical landscape is now warped, twisted, and drenched in an unsettling, nightmarish atmosphere. The ground beneath your feet is cracked, like the skin of some ancient beast, with dark roots curling through the earth like sinister veins, pulsating with an eerie life force. The air is thick with a palpable tension, a heavy weight that presses against your chest. Above, the sky churns in a swirling maelstrom of deep **purple** and **blood-red** hues, the colors constantly shifting, as though the heavens themselves are in torment. These ominous clouds swirl with an unnatural force, casting shifting shadows and strange, ghostly lights that dance across the land below. The air crackles with the whispers of long-forgotten creatures, their voices an unsettling mix of laughter and cries of anguish. The trees, once delicate and enchanting, now writhe in grotesque forms, their gnarled branches twisted into horrific shapes, reaching like skeletal fingers towards the sky. Their leaves are dark, almost black, with sharp edges, resembling jagged claws. Strange, glowing eyes peer out from the darkness between the trees, watching, waiting. The familiar figures of Wonderland are no longer innocent and playful. The **Mad Hatter's** hat is tattered, his grin more menacing than ever, his eyes glowing with madness. The **White Rabbit** scurries past with a twisted, skeletal form, its fur matted and stained, leaving a trail of blood behind it as it vanishes into the shadows. The **Cheshire Cat** grins wider, its smile stretching unnaturally across its face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, its body flickering in and out of existence like a ghost in the fog. A crooked, decaying mansion looms in the distance, its windows shattered, leaking an eerie greenish light that pulses with each beat of the land's dark heart. The walls of the mansion seem to breathe, expanding and contracting, as if it is alive with some ancient malevolent force. The sound of dripping water echoes through the air, but it’s not water—it's blood, flowing in a slow, rhythmic stream that stains the cracked ground red. In the distance, the sound of distant bells tolls—deep, mournful chimes that reverberate through the land, signifying the passage of time in this nightmarish realm. The landscape seems to pulse and shift, an ever-changing labyrinth of fear, madness, and decay, drawing you deeper into its twisted heart. The entire scene is bathed in an unnatural light, as if the moon itself has been swallowed by the madness of Wonderland, leaving only an unsettling, shifting glow that amplifies the nightmarish nature of this once-innocent world. This is no longer Wonderland. It is a place of horror, a **haunting nightmare** under the oppressive weight of a **swirling purple and blood-red sky**, where the laws of reality have been bent and broken, and only darkness and fear reign.; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle

6 months ago

A powerful fully topless with, her breasts painted with blood, (witch:1.5) with (jet-black hair:1.4), her hair whipping violently in the chaotic winds, stands at the center of a (vertical spiraling vortex of fire:1.5), rising from the ground like a colossal (upright Twister ice cream:1.4). The unholy flames are (blue:1.3) and (purple:1.3), twisting and crackling as they encircle her in dense, spiraling coils, their glow casting intense, flickering shadows across her form and the scorched ground beneath her feet. Her eyes glow faintly white, rolled subtly back in her head, adding a terrifying and otherworldly aura to her appearance. The glow is faint, almost as if the light emanates from deep within her, intensifying her connection to the destructive forces she wields. Her expression is one of intense focus, her furrowed brows and parted lips showing the strain of channeling such immense power. She wears a (sheer black dress:1.6) with (oversized, flowing sleeves:1.5) that billow dramatically in the vortex’s winds. One side of her dress has come undone, sliding down her shoulder in the frenzy, revealing a subtle hint of one breast, as though the raw energy of her power has caused her appearance to become as chaotic as the firestorm she commands. The fabric clings lightly to her body in places, accentuating her curves while maintaining a sense of mystery and elegance. The dress flows dynamically in the swirling wind, twisting and fluttering as if alive, amplifying the sense of motion and intensity. She grips a (wand carved from a human femur:1.6), the handle adorned with (skeleton fingers:1.4) gripping the bone tightly, as though channeling her unholy power. Around her waist, a (rope belt:1.4) hangs loosely, adorned with (shrunken heads:1.7), their leathery faces twisted in agony, their grotesque forms reminiscent of the ceremonial work of Jivaroan tribes. The heads sway slightly in the vortex, their eerie stillness contrasting with the wild motion of the flames. The ground beneath her feet is scorched and cracked, glowing faintly with embers. Scattered (withered skulls and incomplete bones:1.3) lie among the charred earth, blending seamlessly into the apocalyptic scene. The (vertical vortex of fire:1.5) rises around her, twisting upward in a dense, hypnotic spiral. The flames pulse with chaotic energy, their intertwined hues of purple and blue casting (volumetric light:1.4) through the smoky, ash-filled air. The atmosphere is alive with glowing embers, drifting ash, and the faint echoes of crackling flames, creating a scene of raw, unrelenting power and destruction.

7 months ago

a full-body view of a belly dancer woman depicted in the style of a 19th-century oil painting masterpiece. She is adorned in revealing, oriental-inspired clothing crafted from translucent fabrics, metallic veils, and ornate shimmering chains that catch the ambient light. Her barefoot stance exudes both grace and strength, while her ethereal beauty is enhanced by an abundance of piercings that add to her mysterious and alluring presence. Her pose is elegant and fluid, capturing the movement and poise of a seasoned dancer. Her clothing flows delicately around her, with intricate patterns and glimmers of gold and silver woven into the translucent materials. The metallic veils ripple as if alive, and the chains clink faintly in an imagined melody, adding depth and texture to her mesmerizing attire. The setting is a breathtaking fusion of Persian architectural influences and futuristic techno-space design. The interior is richly detailed, featuring grand arches and intricate tile patterns interwoven with glowing motifs and surreal, magical elements. The walls are adorned with luminous designs that appear to shift and pulse softly, blending historical opulence with futuristic mystique. Ambient lighting enhances the scene, casting warm golden and cool silver tones that highlight the textures of her fabrics and the surreal glow of the surroundings. The atmosphere is awe-inspiring and enchanting, combining the grandeur of a historical palace with the wonder of a futuristic dreamscape. Every detail, from the subtle glow of magical patterns to the soft textures of the painting style, evokes a sense of timeless beauty and mysticism. Rendered in the intricate brushstrokes of a 19th-century oil painting, the composition captures the blend of historical and futuristic aesthetics, creating an unforgettable masterpiece that bridges opulence and innovation.

7 months ago

a full-body view of a belly dancer woman depicted in the style of a 19th-century oil painting masterpiece. She is adorned in revealing, oriental-inspired clothing crafted from translucent fabrics, metallic veils, and ornate shimmering chains that catch the ambient light. Her barefoot stance exudes both grace and strength, while her ethereal beauty is enhanced by an abundance of piercings that add to her mysterious and alluring presence. Her pose is elegant and fluid, capturing the movement and poise of a seasoned dancer. Her clothing flows delicately around her, with intricate patterns and glimmers of gold and silver woven into the translucent materials. The metallic veils ripple as if alive, and the chains clink faintly in an imagined melody, adding depth and texture to her mesmerizing attire. The setting is a breathtaking fusion of Persian architectural influences and futuristic techno-space design. The interior is richly detailed, featuring grand arches and intricate tile patterns interwoven with glowing motifs and surreal, magical elements. The walls are adorned with luminous designs that appear to shift and pulse softly, blending historical opulence with futuristic mystique. Ambient lighting enhances the scene, casting warm golden and cool silver tones that highlight the textures of her fabrics and the surreal glow of the surroundings. The atmosphere is awe-inspiring and enchanting, combining the grandeur of a historical palace with the wonder of a futuristic dreamscape. Every detail, from the subtle glow of magical patterns to the soft textures of the painting style, evokes a sense of timeless beauty and mysticism. Rendered in the intricate brushstrokes of a 19th-century oil painting, the composition captures the blend of historical and futuristic aesthetics, creating an unforgettable masterpiece that bridges opulence and innovation.

9 months ago

Ultra-photorealistic cinematic full body view of a mystical and powerful sorceress standing in a glowing, otherworldly forest. Her face is strikingly beautiful, with delicate, symmetrical features and a smooth, porcelain-like complexion that glows softly in the ambient light. Her piercing, luminescent eyes radiate intelligence and command, their ethereal glow seeming to hold the secrets of ancient magic. Her expression is calm yet fierce, exuding confidence, wisdom, and an unyielding resolve. Her hair is a soft, silvery-white cascade of tousled waves, accented with subtle streaks of shimmering platinum that catch the light. Her bangs fall slightly across her forehead, framing her face perfectly, while small, intricate braids at the sides are adorned with tiny, enchanted crystal beads that emit a faint, magical light. barefoot. She is dressed in a flowing, intricately detailed robe of midnight blue and shimmering silver, embroidered with intricate arcane patterns that pulse faintly with magical energy. The robe features a high collar and long, bell-shaped sleeves, with edges lined in glowing runic symbols. Around her waist is a belt adorned with mystical charms and talismans, their metallic surfaces engraved with celestial designs. In her hands, she wields an elegant staff made of polished dark wood intertwined with silver vines, crowned by a glowing crystal orb that radiates a soft, mesmerizing light. The staff’s design reflects both natural beauty and arcane craftsmanship, serving as a conduit for her immense magical power. The background is an enchanted forest with glowing bioluminescent flora and towering trees whose leaves shimmer with an iridescent glow. Strange, floating wisps of light drift lazily through the air, creating a surreal and serene atmosphere. The ground is covered in soft moss and glowing flowers, with faint streams of magical energy weaving through the environment like rivers of light. The lighting is a mix of cool, bluish hues emanating from the magical flora and warm, golden highlights from her glowing staff and the crystal accents on her attire. The interplay of light and shadow creates a dynamic, mystical atmosphere, emphasizing the contours of her face, the intricate details of her robes, and the radiant glow of her magical tools. The mood is serene yet powerful, capturing the aura of a wise and formidable sorceress fully attuned to the magical energies of her surroundings. The scene combines elements of natural beauty with the ethereal, creating an immersive portrayal of a character both otherworldly and grounded in strength.

9 months ago

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.**

7 months ago

POV first-person,i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hand is visible in the frame. i hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers with a relaxed grip, the lit end glowing faintly in the dim evening light. the cigarette is a standard white filter cigarette, with a thin brown band near the tip. ash has started to form at the end, slightly uneven, with a soft orange ember glowing as i take a slow drag. faint wisps of smoke rise, curling gently into the air before disappearing. my thumb rests near the filter, occasionally flicking the ash away. the view outside the window shows tehran at dusk, with the city lights flickering against the cool evening sky. in the distance, the milad tower stands tall, its distinctive tapered cylindrical body narrowing toward the top before expanding into its iconic multi-tiered head, which houses an observation deck and a glowing ring of lights. the tower's sleek, modern design contrasts with the mix of high-rise buildings and older, traditional structures surrounding it. the city’s streets below are lined with cars, their headlights forming thin, glowing streaks as they navigate through the urban landscape. inside, the atmosphere is moody and contemplative, with the faint glow of streetlights and the subtle reflection of city lights on the window glass. the warm ember of my cigarette pulses slightly as i inhale, adding to the quiet solitude of the moment.

7 months ago

a full-body view of a belly dancer woman depicted in the style of a 19th-century oil painting masterpiece. She is adorned in revealing, oriental-inspired clothing crafted from translucent fabrics, metallic veils, and ornate shimmering chains that catch the ambient light. Her barefoot stance exudes both grace and strength, while her ethereal beauty is enhanced by an abundance of piercings that add to her mysterious and alluring presence. Her pose is elegant and fluid, capturing the movement and poise of a seasoned dancer. Her clothing flows delicately around her, with intricate patterns and glimmers of gold and silver woven into the translucent materials. The metallic veils ripple as if alive, and the chains clink faintly in an imagined melody, adding depth and texture to her mesmerizing attire. The setting is a breathtaking fusion of Persian architectural influences and futuristic techno-space design. The interior is richly detailed, featuring grand arches and intricate tile patterns interwoven with glowing motifs and surreal, magical elements. The walls are adorned with luminous designs that appear to shift and pulse softly, blending historical opulence with futuristic mystique. Ambient lighting enhances the scene, casting warm golden and cool silver tones that highlight the textures of her fabrics and the surreal glow of the surroundings. The atmosphere is awe-inspiring and enchanting, combining the grandeur of a historical palace with the wonder of a futuristic dreamscape. Every detail, from the subtle glow of magical patterns to the soft textures of the painting style, evokes a sense of timeless beauty and mysticism. Rendered in the intricate brushstrokes of a 19th-century oil painting, the composition captures the blend of historical and futuristic aesthetics, creating an unforgettable masterpiece that bridges opulence and innovation.

7 months ago

A solitary figure stands in an endless, surreal forest where ancient trees seem to whisper forgotten lullabies. Around them, fallen leaves swirl in slow motion, as if time itself refuses to move forward. Ahead floats a glowing doorframe suspended in the air, radiating soft golden light and flickering warmly — a portal to a home that never truly existed. Through the translucent doorway is the faint illusion of a warm interior: flickering firelight casting dancing shadows, blurry silhouettes of family in quiet conversation, the imagined scent of freshly baked bread hanging in the air. But the door is fading, semi-transparent and unreachable, suspended just beyond the figure’s grasp. The atmosphere is thick with emotional stillness and quiet yearning. Soft magical light illuminates the figure and glows gently through the forest mist. The trees stretch endlessly in all directions, their bark etched with forgotten symbols, their branches subtly pulsing as if alive with memory. This scene embodies *hiraeth* — the ache for a home rooted more in emotion than in reality. The visual style is surrealist and dreamlike, blending gentle magical elements, textural contrast, and soft lighting to create a haunting, emotionally resonant landscape of impossible comfort and eternal longing. surrealist forest, glowing doorway to memory, impossible home, soft magical light, emotional stillness, slow swirling leaves, unreachable warmth, memory silhouettes, surreal lighting contrast, hiraeth atmosphere --ar 3:2 --v 5.2 --q 2 --style emotional surrealism --lighting soft magical glow + subtle golden contrast --mood nostalgic, haunting, quietly magical --color-palette muted earth tones, warm golden light, misty greys --composition balanced emotional distance and longing focal point