Which when she heard prompts

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan slowly awakens in his grand bedroom within the Ottoman palace. The sunlight pours gently through large, ornately decorated windows, casting warm light onto the rich, patterned carpets and luxurious furnishings. The Sultan’s hand, adorned with several exquisite Ottoman rings, rests on the silk sheets as he stretches, feeling the softness of the fine fabrics. His room is filled with lavish details: golden candelabras flicker softly in the morning light, and the scent of fresh flowers from nearby vases fills the air. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, and the ceiling is painted with scenes of imperial victories. His velvet robe, embroidered with gold, lies neatly on a chaise longue beside his bed. His boots are visible at the foot of the bed, waiting to be worn as the day begins. The soft murmurs of palace attendants can be heard from outside, preparing the Sultan’s court for the day ahead. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings, are positioned on the ornate prayer rug in the grand courtyard of the Ottoman palace. The hands, gloved in luxury, rest gently in a prayerful position on the carpet as the Sultan prepares to perform the morning prayer (Fajr). The soft, cool marble of the palace floors can be seen beneath the hands, with the rich patterns of the prayer rug, woven with gold thread, beneath them. In the distance, through the blur of the mosque’s arched windows, the early light of dawn filters into the courtyard, casting a serene glow. The tall, marble columns of the palace rise around the Sultan as he prepares for the sacred ritual. The sound of the distant call to prayer can be heard, creating a peaceful and spiritual atmosphere. The Sultan’s hands gently grip the rug as he prepares to move into the next position for his prayer. --ar 9:16 --s 250

7 months ago

Perfect Very Detailed eyes , Glowing , Creepy Teeth, Skeletal, Amber Heard, malice, skulls, tendrils, dark atmosphere, greyscale, detailed linework, cinematic, psychedelic, black paper with vibrant amethyst line work, ornate, symmetrical, tarot card, highly detailed, ink illustration, style of peter mohrbacher, gold and blue details --ar 4:7 --s 750 --v 6.1

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

2 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.

2 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.

2 months ago

An action sequence of a young female survivor walking carefully through the ruins of an abandoned factory. She is a skilled scavenger, carrying a heavy pack and equipped with tools. Her gaze is sharp and focused. She pauses, looking back as if she heard a noise, her hand moving to the hilt of a knife. The light is hazy and golden from the setting sun, illuminating the dust particles in the air. The video should have a gritty, realistic feel.

7 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan slowly awakens in his grand bedroom within the Ottoman palace. The sunlight pours gently through large, ornately decorated windows, casting warm light onto the rich, patterned carpets and luxurious furnishings. The Sultan’s hand, adorned with several exquisite Ottoman rings, rests on the silk sheets as he stretches, feeling the softness of the fine fabrics. His room is filled with lavish details: golden candelabras flicker softly in the morning light, and the scent of fresh flowers from nearby vases fills the air. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, and the ceiling is painted with scenes of imperial victories. His velvet robe, embroidered with gold, lies neatly on a chaise longue beside his bed. His boots are visible at the foot of the bed, waiting to be worn as the day begins. The soft murmurs of palace attendants can be heard from outside, preparing the Sultan’s court for the day ahead. --ar 9:16 --s 250

6 months ago

Inside a traditional Japanese room, a woman in full samurai armor performs a graceful, meditative sword dance. She holds a polished katana in one hand, moving with fluid, precise motions that blend martial discipline and elegant rhythm. Her kimono shimmers softly in the filtered light, accentuated by deep reds and white flowers. Behind her stands a tall shoji paper wall, part of it opened to reveal a peaceful Zen garden with raked sand, stone lanterns, and blooming cherry blossoms. A light breeze stirs the garden, and birds can be heard faintly in the background. As she dances, she shifts from low stances to slow, sweeping turns, the katana never flailing—only guided with perfect control. The air is still, the atmosphere sacred and introspective. Soft daylight enters through the paper panels, casting delicate shadows and highlighting the contrast between tradition and motion. The camera is at eye level with a wide lens, tracking sideways in a smooth glide to show both her form and the open garden beyond. Every movement feels like a living poem—quiet, lethal, beautiful.

2 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.

2 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.

7 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan slowly awakens in his grand bedroom within the Ottoman palace. The sunlight pours gently through large, ornately decorated windows, casting warm light onto the rich, patterned carpets and luxurious furnishings. The Sultan’s hand, adorned with several exquisite Ottoman rings, rests on the silk sheets as he stretches, feeling the softness of the fine fabrics. His room is filled with lavish details: golden candelabras flicker softly in the morning light, and the scent of fresh flowers from nearby vases fills the air. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, and the ceiling is painted with scenes of imperial victories. His velvet robe, embroidered with gold, lies neatly on a chaise longue beside his bed. His boots are visible at the foot of the bed, waiting to be worn as the day begins. The soft murmurs of palace attendants can be heard from outside, preparing the Sultan’s court for the day ahead. --ar 9:16 --s 250

2 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.

8 months ago

Surreal Rock Concert Inside an African-Inspired Temple – Unique Low-Angle Shots Imagine a colossal African temple, a fusion of Mali's Great Mosque of Djenné, Ethiopian Lalibela churches, and intricate tribal carvings. The massive stone pillars are engraved with ancient totems, and the arched ceilings curve like the ribcage of a forgotten deity. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of burning incense and sacred herbs, yet the silence is shattered by distorted electric guitar riffs. Inside, Native American rock musicians, dressed in ceremonial tribal attire, unleash a fusion of hard rock and tribal beats. The ancient and the modern collide—where once only chants were heard, now guitar solos echo through the sacred halls.

2 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.