**land** Kling prompts

3 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.

5 months ago

a falcon flying past landed on the man's head and hat in the photo. Its landing on the man's head caused surprise to appear on his face. the falcon's wingspan was very large when it landed

3 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.

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

5 months ago

2 people walk towards a spacecraft as it lands in front of them

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

4 months ago

Animate a realistic scene of a medium-sized, slightly muscular orange tabby cat with a single white stripe down its back, large emerald green eyes, and a confident smirk, wearing a small fabric red cape with a tiny golden 'M' emblem, tumbling into a pile of oranges in a bustling market with colorful stalls in the background. The cat lands in the pile, causing a few oranges to roll away gently, while its body settles with a dazed expression, blinking slowly. The background stalls remain static,

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

4 minutes ago

A cinematic 8K ultra-realistic video of Thor Katla walking across a rain-slick futuristic landing platform during a violent thunderstorm. The camera follows her catwalk-like gait from a low, ground-level angle as lightning flashes above, illuminating her glowing PCB tattoos. Rain cascades down her metallic armor, each droplet sliding along the etched circuits of her tattoos as if alive. Her necklace plate “THOR KATLA” gleams with each flash of lightning. The camera pans dramatically around her from left to right, capturing her stride against the storm, her piercing eyes fixed forward. Rain, wind, and neon-blue glow merge into a breathtaking hyperrealistic sequence.

3 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.

5 months ago

*"A young man from the 1950s, dressed in a light-colored suit, stands in a dimly lit alley beside a traditional Iranian home. His breath is unsteady as he carefully slips a folded letter through the slightly open wooden window. The paper flutters in the air for a moment before softly landing inside the room. His eyes widen with tension—he listens for any sound from within. Without wasting a second, he quickly turns, pulling his collar up slightly, and disappears into the quiet street. The scene is rich in detail, with warm, nostalgic colors capturing the secrecy and urgency of the moment."*

3 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.