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2 months ago

The girl is in her early twenties, standing on a bustling European street on a chilly late autumn day. She has wavy, shoulder-length brown hair with a few golden strands catching the faint sunlight peeking through a cloudy sky. Her pale skin is tinged with a slight flush from the cold. She’s wearing a cozy beige scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, a slightly oversized dark green coat, and faded jeans tucked into scuffed brown leather boots. Her blue eyes are wide and darting between the windows of cafes and food carts lining the street. There's a faint pout on her lips, and her hands clutch her growling stomach through her coat. She lingers near a bakery, its warm, golden light spilling onto the cobblestones, her expression a mix of longing and indecision as the aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the air. Her body language is restless—shifting her weight from foot to foot, crossing her arms against the chill, then uncrossing them to warm her fingers with her breath. She glances down at a small leather crossbody bag, perhaps mentally calculating her budget, before returning her gaze to a street vendor grilling sausages nearby. Despite her hunger, she seems to be hesitating, perhaps overwhelmed by the choices or unsure about the best deal. The scene captures her hunger and the liveliness of a European street, complete with cobblestones, wrought-iron streetlights, and the murmur of passersby chatting in various languages. The girl stands out, her visible craving for food making her a focal point amidst the busy background.

7 months ago

The warrior's face is a portrait of exhaustion and determination. His features, once youthful, are now carved with the deep lines of hardship—furrowed brows, a set jaw, and eyes that burn with a quiet, unyielding fire. His dark hair, once meticulously combed, now falls in tangled strands, matted with the dirt and grime of the long journey. Strands of gray have begun to appear at his temples, silent reminders of the toll that war and wandering have taken. His eyes, though bloodshot and weary, still hold the same resolute flame, the fire of a man who has seen the darkness and refuses to let it consume him. His boots, worn and scuffed from countless miles, leave deep impressions in the soft earth with each step. The mud clings to their soles, a constant reminder of the many obstacles he has overcome—rivers crossed, mountains scaled, forests braved, and endless stretches of barren land traversed. With each movement, his pace is slow but purposeful, the ache in his body from weeks—maybe months—of travel almost unbearable, yet he presses on. The landscape shifts as he continues, rolling hills giving way to thick forests, the trees towering overhead, their skeletal branches bare and reaching into the cold sky. The air smells of damp earth, and the wind stirs the leaves, creating a soft rustle that blends with the occasional call of a bird or the distant movement of unseen creatures. These sounds are but a distant hum to him, his mind focused solely on the path ahead, on the kingdom he once called home, and the family and people he must return to, captured in stunning hyper-realistic detail, cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k

2 months ago

<lora:2941998:1.0> ohwx man A rugged built man slick back black hair and a short trimmed black beard, golden rims black sunglasses [EXT. RUINED STREET - NIGHT] - Cinematic, gritty, rain-slicked concrete. Flickering emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows. JOHN CONNOR (16) stands powerfully amidst the decay. He's wearing a dark grey, scuffed, athletic sneaker. He's also wearing dark blue jeans – faded and ripped, the denim worn thin in places. He's wearing a dark grey, slightly worn, multi-pocketed military-style jacket. Beneath it, a dark grey, long-sleeved t-shirt, slightly faded and worn. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His hair is short, choppy, and dark brown – deliberately messy and uneven. His expression is a mixture of grim determination and cold, simmering anger. Rain plasters his dark hair to his forehead. The background is filled with the skeletal remains of machinery and shattered windows. Focus: John Connor's intense gaze, the texture of his clothing, the palpable atmosphere of urban decay and suppressed rebellion. [SLOW ZOOM] - Dramatic lighting, volumetric lighting, hyperrealistic, 8k, cinematic, photorealistic, highly detailed, moody, apocalyptic, dystopian, rebellious, defiant. Style: Greg Rutkowski, Simon Stålenhag, Blade Runner. Negative prompt: happy, smiling, clean, bright, sterile, idealized, romantic, cartoon, anime. num_images=4 negative_prompt= seed=344362715 steps= cfg_scale= controlnet= input_image_url= mask_image_url= denoising_strength= controlnet_conditioning_scale= controlnet_txt2img=false super_resolution=true inpaint_faces=true face_correct=false film_grain=false face_swap=false hires_fix=false backend_version=0 ar=1:1 scheduler=euler_a color_grading= use_lpw=false w=896 h=1152 style=Cinematic tune_id=1504944