An ancient Hunyuan prompts

8 months ago

ancient Egypt, a young girl in the temple

5 months ago

**"Futuristic epic adventure scene**, a massive **Tartaria-inspired megalithic building** in the background with **two ancient mythological flying spaceships** hovering, powered by **mercury rotational engines**. The setting is a **thick, lush jungle at sunrise**, with **bioluminescent flora** casting an ethereal glow. An **incredibly advanced spaceship** arrives for inspection at the **Transolar Line’s Arrival Depot**, stationed near the Tartaria structure. The **spaceship** features: - A **sleek, ultra-strong front pilot window** with a **geometric sleek armoured design** - **Large, intricately designed wings** with **ochre-orange markings** along the hull - **Complex futuristic engines** glowing with **neon reflections** - **Symmetrical, hyper-detailed** hard-surface design with **triadic color accents** In the background, a **massive hyperspace-capable mothership** looms, emitting a **soft radiant glow**. Nearby, **cybernetically enhanced humans and robots** watch the arrival—some with **polished metallic limbs, synthetic musculature, and advanced AI-enhanced optics**, blending organic and robotic traits seamlessly. **Art Style & Technical Details:** - **Cinematic hyper-realism** with **Unreal Engine 5 RTX shaders** - **Octane render, ultra-HD textures**, and **golden ratio composition** - **Wide-angle shot**, balanced symmetry, **dynamic lighting** (sunrise + bioluminescence) - **Metallic silver, ochre-orange, and vibrant neon** color scheme - **Professional digital artwork**, resembling a **sci-fi movie poster** - **Mysterious, immersive atmosphere** with **highly detailed mechanical elements** --ar **9:16** --style **raw** --v **6.1**

6 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.