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4 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
12 680

9 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
9 220

6 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
8 260

4 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
6 180

9 months ago

A close-up, bust-framed portrait of a powerful, malevolent sorcerer. Half of his face is human—sharp, angular, and etched with deep lines of age and dark knowledge, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with a malevolent light. The other half of his face is unnatural: a swirling mass of dark smoke and searing, glowing purple energy that crackles and flickers like an unstable flame. The energy pulses through the smoke, faint streaks of violet light cutting across his shadowy form like veins of raw power. His expression is one of cold, focused determination, with a hint of cruel satisfaction, as though he’s reveling in his sinister dominance. In his gnarled hands, twisted with dark veins and adorned with intricate rings of blackened metal, he holds a swirling, seething mass of glowing souls. The souls appear as countless ghostly faces—translucent and writhing, their expressions frozen in anguish and despair. They swirl chaotically in his grasp, glowing with spectral purples, blues, and faint streaks of white light. The souls drift outward in thin wisps, curling and dissipating like smoke, as though barely contained by his immense power. Subtle tendrils of the energy connect the souls to his smoke-covered half, as if he is drawing strength from them. The sorcerer’s appearance is dark and regal, clad in ornate, shadowy robes adorned with arcane symbols and glowing runes that pulse faintly in rhythm with the energy in his face. His shoulders are draped in tattered black fabric that flows like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. The background is ominous and blurred, a void of shadows and faint, drifting smoke illuminated only by the violent purple light emanating from his form and the souls he controls. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic—sharp contrast between deep shadows and the searing violet glow. The light spills across his human half, casting sharp lines across his features, while the glowing energy and souls illuminate the smoke on his other side, creating a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Small embers and particles of energy drift around him, hinting at the immense power radiating from his being.

ElectricL
6 180

9 months ago

A hyperrealistic, cinematic shot of a lone superhero seen from behind, centered in the middle of the frame. He floats weightlessly in the void of deep space, his arms outstretched and hands clawed toward the monstrous star before him. The star, an impossibly massive supergiant, fills the entire frame, its chaotic, molten surface pulsing violently with fiery eruptions and swirling solar storms. Colossal arcs of plasma flare outward, writhing like serpents, before funneling toward the superhero in massive, glowing energy streams. The power visibly tears away from the star’s surface—searing veins of molten gold, crimson, and electric white light twist and spiral like tornadoes, converging into the hero’s body. The superhero’s silhouette crackles with energy, his form vibrating as the raw cosmic power courses into him. Pulsating veins of light spread across his armor or suit, glowing with searing intensity. His body shudders under the strain, yet he stands strong, his back arched as if absorbing the sheer force of a sun. Around him, shockwaves ripple outward in concentric rings, distorting space and time itself. The energy entering him fractures into smaller, lightning-like tendrils that whip and snap in every direction, illuminating the surrounding void with brilliant flashes of gold and white. The surrounding space is alive with motion—molten debris and fragments of energy swirl violently around the hero, caught in the gravitational pull of his power. The star’s light bends and refracts unnaturally, as if reality itself is warping. Lens flares and blinding beams of light streak outward, framing the hero like a godlike figure, silhouetted against the inferno. His cape or energy aura billows violently behind him, rippling from the force, glowing like a second sun. His head is tilted upward toward the star, as though in triumph, and his entire presence radiates absolute dominance over the cosmic forces at play. The composition is electric and dynamic, with spiraling energy streams, exploding solar flares, and the violent movement of molten plasma drawing the eye toward the hero. The color palette is explosive—fiery reds, glowing golds, and white-hot highlights contrast sharply against the inky blackness of deep space, while the bright energy arcs cast dramatic shadows across his form. Every element conveys motion, power, and the overwhelming scale of a godlike figure stealing energy from the heart of a dying star.

ElectricL
5 150

8 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
4 270

6 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
4 120

6 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
3 130

8 months ago

A close-up, bust-framed portrait of a powerful, malevolent sorcerer. Half of his face is human—sharp, angular, and etched with deep lines of age and dark knowledge, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with a malevolent light. The other half of his face is unnatural: a swirling mass of dark smoke and searing, glowing purple energy that crackles and flickers like an unstable flame. The energy pulses through the smoke, faint streaks of violet light cutting across his shadowy form like veins of raw power. His expression is one of cold, focused determination, with a hint of cruel satisfaction, as though he’s reveling in his sinister dominance. In his gnarled hands, twisted with dark veins and adorned with intricate rings of blackened metal, he holds a swirling, seething mass of glowing souls. The souls appear as countless ghostly faces—translucent and writhing, their expressions frozen in anguish and despair. They swirl chaotically in his grasp, glowing with spectral purples, blues, and faint streaks of white light. The souls drift outward in thin wisps, curling and dissipating like smoke, as though barely contained by his immense power. Subtle tendrils of the energy connect the souls to his smoke-covered half, as if he is drawing strength from them. The sorcerer’s appearance is dark and regal, clad in ornate, shadowy robes adorned with arcane symbols and glowing runes that pulse faintly in rhythm with the energy in his face. His shoulders are draped in tattered black fabric that flows like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. The background is ominous and blurred, a void of shadows and faint, drifting smoke illuminated only by the violent purple light emanating from his form and the souls he controls. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic—sharp contrast between deep shadows and the searing violet glow. The light spills across his human half, casting sharp lines across his features, while the glowing energy and souls illuminate the smoke on his other side, creating a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Small embers and particles of energy drift around him, hinting at the immense power radiating from his being.

ElectricL
3 110

6 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 84

9 months ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrayal of a mysterious priestess woman, emanating an aura of serene power amidst a scene of foreboding tranquility. She stands rigidly in a long, white linen robe decorated with elaborate gold embroidery, the fabric flowing around her still figure against a backdrop of deep amethyst-purple desert dunes. Her photorealistic face is both serene and distant, with striking facial features framed by her long, platinum blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, intertwined with strands of golden sand. The precise details in her features portray her as both worldly and ethereal, while a single, black feather rests against her lips, hinting at silent secrets. A desert cobra coils around her legs, its eyes shimmering with an unnatural light. The background is an expansive desert landscape with sand dunes and strange, monolithic rock formations bathed in an eerie purple twilight, with distant lightning flashes and shimmering mirages adding to the ominous atmosphere. Dramatic cinematic lighting, influenced by atmospheric techniques, casts long, sharp shadows and subtle highlights, accentuating the scene's mysterious and slightly menacing vibe. The image combines advanced digital artistry techniques, including ray tracing and procedural generation, with mixed-media painting. Every detail is meticulously rendered in UHD resolution to present a powerful yet delicate and elusive figure in a scene that seamlessly blends elements of mystery and ancient lore.

Sombrero
2 79

8 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 95

8 months ago

a cinematic portrait of Alina Dreymore, a mysterious noblewoman in her early thirties, standing on a grand gothic balcony under the soft glow of the moonlight. She is viewed from behind, leaning fully forward over the ornate stone railing of the balcony as if peering down at the dark, misty landscape below. Her arms are stretched out, hands resting elegantly on the railing for support. Her long, raven-black hair cascades in soft waves, falling gracefully over her shoulders and down her back, catching the moonlight with subtle highlights. From her back, majestic black angel wings are fully stretched out to her sides, their intricate feathers textured and shadowed with exquisite detail. The wings extend elegantly, framing her silhouette and adding a celestial yet ominous aura to her presence. The feathers shimmer faintly in the moonlight, their dark tones blending seamlessly with the gothic elegance of her attire and the surrounding architecture. She wears an elegant black corset-style top, adorned with intricate gothic embroidery and lace detailing. The fitted fabric hugs her silhouette, subtly accentuating her narrow waist and full hips, while the lace adds a touch of refined, gothic sophistication. Her pale, flawless skin contrasts strikingly with the dark tones of her attire and wings, enhancing her ethereal and mysterious appearance. The gothic balcony overlooks a vast, moonlit landscape. Rolling mist swirls over distant shadowed mountains, and the full moon casts a soft, ethereal glow across the stonework and her outstretched wings, creating dramatic and dynamic shadows. The textures of her corset, lace, wings, and the stone railing are rendered in stunning detail, emphasizing the craftsmanship and realism of the scene. The atmosphere is hauntingly beautiful, blending gothic elegance with dark fantasy. The composition is carefully balanced, with proper anatomy, realistic proportions, and fine detail in Alina's posture, wings, flowing hair, and intricate fabric design. Avoid extra fingers, extra arms, extra legs, distorted hands, bad anatomy, missing body parts, malformed limbs, bad proportions, unnatural poses, extra eyes, or a deformed face. Ensure textured skin, dynamic shadows, high contrast, soft lighting, and a dark fantasy aesthetic with gothic elegance. Maintain accurate anatomy and proportions for a hyperrealistic result.

Pulsar212121
2 80

8 months ago

Prompt: "A cinematic scene of Alina Dreymore, a mysterious noblewoman in her early thirties, kneeling gracefully on a stone floor. Her head is tilted upward toward the light, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue subtly visible, creating an expression of serene confidence and quiet power. Her raven-black hair flows down her back, with subtle blue highlights reflecting the soft, ethereal light. She is dressed in an elegant celeste gown with intricate embroidery, the fabric gently hugging her form and flowing naturally around her as she kneels. The lighting is soft and directional, casting delicate shadows across her high cheekbones and emphasizing the glow of her pale, flawless skin. The background is a gothic hall with towering stone pillars and flickering candlelight, creating a dramatic contrast between light and shadow. Her expression is confident and trusting, with piercing eyes gazing upward as if in contemplation or quiet prayer. The scene captures the essence of a cinematic moment, with realistic textures, natural fabric movement, and subtle atmospheric details." Prompt Negativo: extra fingers, extra arms, extra legs, distorted hands, bad anatomy, missing body parts, malformed limbs, bad proportions, unnatural poses, extra eyes, deformed face Dettagli Tecnici: --ar 9:16 --v 5 --q 2 --stylize 750 --s 1000 --textured skin --dynamic shadows --high contrast --soft lighting --dark fantasy --gothic elegance --no extra limbs --fix proportions --realistic details --cinematic atmosphere

Kld967
2 160