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5 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.

ElectricL
12 770

7 months ago

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
8 310

5 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.

ElectricL
7 210

7 months ago

A stunning anime-style portrait of a seductive young female character with long, flowing violet-tinted hair and deep mesmerizing purple eyes with intricate reflections. One side of her face and body is that of a gorgeous, alluring woman, with soft anime shading, flawless skin, and a revealing futuristic outfit with glowing neon violet accents. The other half is overtaken by the symbiote, forming the monstrous, inky black texture of Venom, with sharp white veins pulsating across her body. Her left eye glows ominously as the symbiote side features a wide, menacing grin with razor-sharp teeth, and a long, slick, snake-like tongue emerges from the darkness. The fusion of beauty and terror is striking—her human side looks seductive, while the Venom side exudes raw power and danger. The background is a dark cyberpunk-inspired cityscape with neon purple and blue lights reflecting off the rain-soaked streets, adding a moody, cinematic feel. Ultra HD, hyper-detailed, 8K resolution, perfect face symmetry, cinematic lighting, photorealistic textures, anime aesthetic meets Marvel's dark symbiote horror." Negative Prompt: "blurry, pixelated, low resolution, distorted face, extra limbs, extra fingers, deformed hands, unnatural anatomy, asymmetrical features, unrealistic eyes, poor lighting, overexposed, underexposed, grainy texture, plastic skin, unrealistic shading, exaggerated proportions, low detail, cartoonish, bad anatomy, missing details, artifacts, jagged edges, oversaturated colors, unnatural colors, unnatural reflections.

5937c945ceb
4 170

9 months ago

"A group of seven fierce, Japanese superheroines standing together in a serene feudal Japanese village, inspired by legendary samurai warriors. Their outfits are tight, minimalistic and elegant, blending traditional samurai elements with modern, revealing designs. The clothing is crafted from fine, transparent silk fabrics with intricate floral and mythological patterns embroidered in gold and silver. Each heroine wears a distinct outfit that leaves portions of their skin exposed, showing huge chest, including sheer haori jackets, short kimono-style wraps, and fitted armor pieces that cover essential areas while enhancing their agility and movement. The outfits are adorned with delicate, sheer veils and sashes that flow gracefully in the wind, giving a regal yet battle-ready appearance. Some have translucent sleeves and skirts, revealing toned legs and arms, while others wear sheer bodices with decorative lace-like patterns resembling cherry blossoms and traditional Japanese symbols. Their weapons include elegant katanas with jeweled hilts, naginatas with silk-wrapped handles, and ornate fans with hidden blades. Each heroine’s hairstyle is styled with modern touches — long flowing hair, braided ponytails, or intricate buns adorned with kanzashi hairpins featuring glowing gems. The scene is set in a traditional Japanese garden at midday, surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom, with a Shinto shrine and wooden torii gates in the background. Soft petals drift through the air, and the sunlight casts dappled shadows on the cobblestone path. The lighting highlights the textures of their outfits, the shimmering silk, and the polished metal of their weapons, creating a visually stunning contrast between softness and strength. The heroines stand confidently, exuding elegance, power, and grace in a wide 16:9 cinematic composition." Prompt negativo: distorted anatomy, extra limbs, unnatural poses, cartoonish features, overly exaggerated expressions, glitch effects, overexposed lighting.

Kld967
4 300

7 months ago

(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
4 140

7 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

Slinkychips PRO
2 98

6 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

ElectricL
2 110

9 months ago

"A group of seven fierce, Japanese superheroines standing together in a serene feudal Japanese village, inspired by legendary samurai warriors. Their outfits are tight, minimalistic and elegant, blending traditional samurai elements with modern, revealing designs. The clothing is crafted from fine, transparent silk fabrics with intricate floral and mythological patterns embroidered in gold and silver. Each heroine wears a distinct outfit that leaves portions of their skin exposed, showing large chest, including sheer haori jackets, short kimono-style wraps, and fitted armor pieces that cover essential areas while enhancing their agility and movement. The outfits are adorned with delicate, sheer veils and sashes that flow gracefully in the wind, giving a regal yet battle-ready appearance. Some have translucent sleeves and skirts, revealing toned legs and arms, while others wear sheer bodices with decorative lace-like patterns resembling cherry blossoms and traditional Japanese symbols. Their weapons include elegant katanas with jeweled hilts, naginatas with silk-wrapped handles, and ornate fans with hidden blades. Each heroine’s hairstyle is styled with modern touches — long flowing hair, braided ponytails, or intricate buns adorned with kanzashi hairpins featuring glowing gems. The scene is set in a traditional Japanese garden at midday, surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom, with a Shinto shrine and wooden torii gates in the background. Soft petals drift through the air, and the sunlight casts dappled shadows on the cobblestone path. The lighting highlights the textures of their outfits, the shimmering silk, and the polished metal of their weapons, creating a visually stunning contrast between softness and strength. The heroines stand confidently, exuding elegance, power, and grace in a wide 16:9 cinematic composition." Prompt negativo: distorted anatomy, extra limbs, unnatural poses, cartoonish features, overly exaggerated expressions, glitch effects, overexposed lighting.

Kld967
2 110

6 months ago

This surreal and visually disorienting portrait is tightly framed in a vertical format, showing a distorted cluster of human faces and partial torsos seemingly fused together and sprawled across a textured cobblestone surface in an outdoor setting. Captured from a slight top-down angle at close range using an old iPhone, the image exhibits moderate sharpness with subtle digital noise and slightly blown-out highlights, adding to its raw, uncanny charm. The figures appear to be in a crawling position with various expressions—smiling, neutral, or twisted—facing outward and upward, creating a chaotic yet oddly unified composition. Clothing is minimal and largely obscured, though hints of neutral-toned fabric and skin are visible, blending with the warped forms. Natural sunlight casts strong, directional shadows across the frame, indicating late morning or early afternoon, while the warm skin tones and desaturated grays of the stone ground define the subdued color palette. Despite the phone camera's limited depth control, the entire scene is rendered in a uniformly flat focus that accentuates the eerie, unnatural smoothness of the digitally warped faces. The mood leans toward unsettling surrealism, amplified by the plasticky texture and improbable anatomical merging, creating a post-human visual that feels experimental and discomforting. This image exudes a candid, DIY digital art energy suited for avant-garde social media content, glitch art collections, or conceptual commentary pieces, with the clearest and most conventionally pleasant face anchoring the focal point amid the surrounding visual chaos.

d4c8a186d0e
2 64

9 months ago

"A group of seven fierce, multiracial superheroines standing together in a serene yet imposing feudal Japanese village, inspired by samurai warriors. Their outfits are elegant and revealing, blending traditional samurai armor with modern, form-fitting designs that highlight their strength and agility. Each heroine’s attire features short hakama skirts, fitted armor pieces, and cropped haori jackets adorned with intricate embroidery of cherry blossoms, dragons, and cranes. The armor is crafted from lacquered leather and polished steel, combined with silk wraps and belts that leave shoulders and midriffs partially exposed, evoking a mix of tradition and bold modern style. Some heroines wear decorative kabuto helmets or hair accessories, while others have long, flowing hair styled with kanzashi pins. Their weapons include katanas with ornate hilts, naginatas, bows, and concealed fans, all designed with artistic flourishes. The scene is set in a picturesque Japanese village surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom, with a Shinto shrine and wooden torii gates in the background. Soft petals float through the air as warm golden sunlight filters through the trees, casting shadows on the cobblestone path. The heroines stand confidently in battle-ready stances, their expressions exuding strength, honor, and defiance. The composition is framed in a wide 16:9 aspect ratio, with hyper-detailed textures on armor, silk fabrics, and natural elements. The lighting emphasizes warm, golden tones, with realistic reflections on polished surfaces and soft highlights on their skin, creating a visually stunning and culturally rich scene." Prompt negativo: distorted anatomy, extra limbs, unnatural poses, cartoonish features, overly exaggerated expressions, glitch effects.

Kld967
2 150