but with a whisper Kling prompts

2 months ago

Camera circles Thor Katla beneath the storm sky. Stormlight beings whisper to one another in arcs of electricity. Her tattoos dim uneasily, crystalline eyes reflecting betrayal in the stormlight.

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.

5 months ago

Amid the chaos in the ruined Chernobyl Nuclear Station, Hours after a mysterious second explosion in the core of the Chernobyl Ruins a scavenger team known as Unit Kappa-7 infiltrates the Black Zone. The guards and remaining scavengers stumble into a restricted area deep beneath the complex: the Isolation Vaults, once used to study radiation-resistant lifeforms. Now, grotesque part-human creatures roam. The explosion has awakened them—and mutated them further. They find themselves in a. battle with The Shatterghast, tall and skeletal, wrapped in metallic cables. They can dislocate their own limbs to move unpredictably, and The Nucleus Host: a bloated fusion of human and reactor control hardware, surrounded by floating radiation drones, and whispering in broken alien tongues

4 months ago

A handheld POV vlog-style shot of a nervous person sitting in a dimly-lit bedroom lit only by a red LED light. The person looks directly into the camera, whispering “I'm going to summon Freddy Krueger at 3:00 AM.” The room feels tense and quiet. Camera shakes slightly like a found footage horror video. Subtle VHS grain filter.

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.

2 days ago

A busy New York City street filled with cars, honking sounds, and people rushing by. On the sidewalk, an old homeless man sits on the ground beside a cardboard sign that reads, “Please help.” He looks weary, wearing a torn coat and holding a paper cup in his trembling hands. Suddenly, a tall kangaroo walks past. The kangaroo stops, looks at the man for a moment, zoom in kangaroo's opened belly pouch. there is gold stones. then reaches into the pouch. He pulls out a gleaming gold that catches the sunlight. With a gentle smile, the kangaroo places the gold into the homeless man’s hands. The man stares in disbelief, his eyes filling with tears. The kangaroo nods slightly, then continues down the bustling street as people watch in astonishment. The camera captures this moment from a handheld perspective — shaky, realistic motion, natural city lighting, faint sun glare reflecting off buildings. The scene ends with a close-up of the man holding the gold bar tightly, whispering “Thank you…” as the background noise of the city fades softly.

4 months ago

Creepy candle-lit room, a red candle flickers on the floor, person kneels in front of it, whispering, VHS horror effect, low lighting

4 months ago

A dark bedroom lit only by a single flickering red candle placed on the floor. A person kneels in front of the candle, whispering a ritual phrase: “Freddy Krueger, come into my dreams.” The walls feel like they're closing in. Shadows flicker unnaturally. The atmosphere is heavy, tense, and unnerving. VHS-style filter with audio artifacts.

1 month ago

A dramatic cinematic shot of an artist painting with glowing blue energy. The brush hovers above a dark canvas, golden light illuminating soft particles of dust in the air. With each stroke, light traces a divine portrait — the legendary figure of Thor Katla, a mythic protector with radiant blue eyes and flowing hair. The camera moves slowly, capturing the transformation as the portrait gains form and depth. At the end, the glow fades into darkness, leaving only a whisper of light across the canvas. (10 seconds, 8K HDR, photoreal, IMAX-grade optics, cinematic atmosphere, shallow depth of field, realistic camera motion, warm-to-cool color palette.)

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.

2 days ago

A busy New York City street filled with cars, honking sounds, and people rushing by. On the sidewalk, an old homeless man sits on the ground beside a cardboard sign that reads, “Please help.” He looks weary, wearing a torn coat and holding a paper cup in his trembling hands. Suddenly, a tall kangaroo walks past. The kangaroo stops, looks at the man for a moment, zoom in kangaroo's opened belly pouch. there is gold stones. then reaches into the pouch. He pulls out a gleaming gold that catches the sunlight. With a gentle smile, the kangaroo places the gold into the homeless man’s hands. The man stares in disbelief, his eyes filling with tears. The kangaroo nods slightly, then continues down the bustling street as people watch in astonishment. The camera captures this moment from a handheld perspective — shaky, realistic motion, natural city lighting, faint sun glare reflecting off buildings. The scene ends with a close-up of the man holding the gold bar tightly, whispering “Thank you…” as the background noise of the city fades softly.

7 months ago

Set the scene in an abandoned hospital deep in the mountains of Japan, originally built in the 1970s. The exterior is covered in vines, with cracked concrete, shattered windows, and rusted metal doors. The camera must remain completely fixed — like a static surveillance camera view — no panning, no handheld movement. The video starts quietly with eerie ambient sounds: buzzing fluorescent lights, distant metal creaks, faint echoes. An empty hospital room. Curtains flutter slightly without wind. A hallway monitor begins to flicker erratically. Footsteps echo from the far end of the corridor — slow, deliberate, approaching. Midway through, the emergency lights start shutting off one by one. The screen flickers between light and shadow. Each flicker reveals brief, glitchy images of faceless nurses or doctors standing still, watching, then disappearing. 🔻 Climactic Jump Scare – Final Segment 🔻 Suddenly, the screen freezes. Total silence. Then without warning — a horrifying, skinless female face slams directly into the camera lens, accompanied by a piercing, high-pitched scream that distorts the audio. The screen cracks, glitching violently, then cuts to black for a split second. When it returns, the audio is reversed and warped. A whisper plays backward, saying: "You can’t leave." Final shot: a glitchy app interface appears for 1 second — showing a locked door puzzle UI from the game. Then the video abruptly ends.

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.