His fingers Kling prompts

The woman begins walking slowly and gracefully down the staircase, placing each foot with controlled precision. Her long black gown flows naturally with every step, trailing softly behind her. Her hands rise delicately to adjust her necklace, fingers moving with elegance. As she descends, her hair sways gently with her motion and the ambient draft in the dimly lit hall. Her gaze remains steady and poised, directed slightly downward, then briefly lifts to meet the viewer. Candle flames in the background flicker subtly, casting moving shadows across the stone walls. Natural and realistic motion.

DreamSynthart99

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1950s showgirl in backstage lounge leans intimately toward camera in close-up, pointing finger beckoning seductively while lip-syncing "Come with me, I will show you secret" with piercing gaze, then gracefully stands and turns, camera pulling back to reveal her silhouette walking toward door in flowing dress, glancing back with captivating smile. First-person POV throughout, dramatic lighting, film noir cinematography.

PromptPoet

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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.

ERH PRO

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All men have each their own knowledge while I seek the plurality of all knowledge. There, in many language events is Sarai courted by Gadu with nails like the blades of a lungga knife, fingers, a man from the edge of the sky.

ERH PRO

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points with his left hand directly at the camera with his index finger (gesture hey you!) and with his right hand he makes a hand gesture Do you want money?

YARCHE

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2 cats pointing finger and laughing loud

b7ec83d8f20

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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.

ERH PRO

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Cat moving his finger right to left 3 times in a row,

b7ec83d8f20

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POV first-person, I quickly wake up and see my legs, feeling scared. I get up fast. There is black smoke around my fingers. The camera shake movement should be natural.

f0054064386

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the woman runs her finger over the blade to test the edge without hurting herself

wildcat2 PRO

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Cristiano Ronaldo and neymar jr pointing finger and laughing out loud

b7ec83d8f20

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Baby pointing finger

b7ec83d8f20

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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.

ERH PRO

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All men have each their own knowledge while I seek the plurality of all knowledge. There, in many language events is Sarai courted by Gadu with nails like the blades of a lungga knife, fingers, a man from the edge of the sky.

ERH PRO

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A man is commanding his dog to sit in a park in Tehran. He extends his hand with his index finger pointing at the dog, firmly giving the order. The dog attentively watches him, ears perked up, ready to follow the command. The setting is peaceful, with trees surrounding them and a few people in the distance. In the background, Milad Tower rises above the city skyline, slightly blurred. The warm glow of the evening sun casts soft shadows, adding to the natural and realistic feel of the moment.

f0054064386

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A fine art, hyper-realistic, cinematic image of an ethereal ghostly pale waif, her figure bathed in soft, glowing light as she hovers gracefully in the air. She is surrounded by swirling, translucent flames that catch the light and move like a smoky mist, creating dramatic rays filtering through the scene. Her ghostly form is partially translucent, with only hints of her delicate, soft contours visible, as though she is made of pure fire and light. Full body shot, Perfect hands, perfect fingers, highly detailed face.

ElWizardo PRO

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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.

ERH PRO

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