not old Hunyuan prompts

2 months ago

The scene is a dystopian planet 500 years in the future. A bleak desert in the distance beyond a wild grey ocean. (Masses of people are crowded into shanty towns on a steep island like flies on dead meat:1.9). Broken chair blistering green paint, bare wood. The old man has caught a gigantic whale like creature which is deformed, with a twisted mouth and residual fins. The Chinese man goes into a Butcher's shop where strange unrecognisable meat is hanging from rusty hooks.

5 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.