empty Kling prompts

Incredibly beautiful Norwegian with blue eyes, long eyelashes, black eyeliner, freckles, dimples on her cheeks. In an empty skatepark at dawn, she executes a flawless kickflip on her worn skateboard, her expression a mix of focus and joy, framed by graffiti-covered walls, She has a tattoo with the name Alex on her cheek, clear details, perfect image, complete realism.

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Incredibly beautiful Norwegian with blue eyes, long eyelashes, black eyeliner, freckles, dimples on her cheeks. In an empty skatepark at dawn, she executes a flawless kickflip on her worn skateboard, her expression a mix of focus and joy, framed by graffiti-covered walls, She has a tattoo with the name Alex on her cheek, clear details, perfect image, complete realism.

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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.

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Close-up of a massive, ancient Victorian clock suspended high above an empty misty street, its face cracked and frozen at midnight. Pale violet mist swirls around the clock as the camera slowly pulls backward. As the camera retreats, more of the deserted cobblestone street is revealed, lined with towering, abandoned Victorian houses and flickering old streetlamps. The mist thickens, growing heavier. One by one, the distant streetlamps flicker and go out. A ghostly, broken carriage emerges faintly from the swirling fog at the far end of the street. Final moment: the mist fully envelops the town as a distant, soft bell tolls once, and everything dissolves into fog.

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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.

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The camera moves along an empty cyberpunk style street

Dallas59

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(Cinematic, ultra-realistic 8k video, seamless transition from fire to ice). Start by animating the provided image: Batman plays a final guitar riff as explosions roar behind him. He tosses the guitar high into the air. As it falls, it transforms into a hockey stick, which he catches effortlessly. The scene instantly cross-fades to a dramatically lit, empty ice hockey arena. Batman is at center ice, on skates. He drops a puck and explodes into a sequence of brutally fast skating and impossibly precise stickhandling. For the finale, switch to a POV shot from inside the goal net. Batman skates directly at the camera at full speed and unleashes a terrifyingly powerful slapshot. The puck flies directly at the lens, filling the screen. Cut to black the instant before impact, leaving only the sound of the shot.

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(Cinematic, ultra-realistic 8k video, seamless transition from fire to ice). Start by animating the provided image: Batman plays a final guitar riff as explosions roar behind him. He tosses the guitar high into the air. As it falls, it transforms into a hockey stick, which he catches effortlessly. The scene instantly cross-fades to a dramatically lit, empty ice hockey arena. Batman is at center ice, on skates. He drops a puck and explodes into a sequence of brutally fast skating and impossibly precise stickhandling. For the finale, switch to a POV shot from inside the goal net. Batman skates directly at the camera at full speed and unleashes a terrifyingly powerful slapshot. The puck flies directly at the lens, filling the screen. Cut to black the instant before impact, leaving only the sound of the shot.

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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.

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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.

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Incredibly beautiful Norwegian with blue eyes, long eyelashes, black eyeliner, freckles, dimples on her cheeks. In an empty skatepark at dawn, she executes a flawless kickflip on her worn skateboard, her expression a mix of focus and joy, framed by graffiti-covered walls, She has a tattoo with the name Alex on her cheek, clear details, perfect image, complete realism.

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(Cinematic, ultra-realistic 8k video, seamless transition from fire to ice). Start by animating the provided image: Batman plays a final guitar riff as explosions roar behind him. He tosses the guitar high into the air. As it falls, it transforms into a hockey stick, which he catches effortlessly. The scene instantly cross-fades to a dramatically lit, empty ice hockey arena. Batman is at center ice, on skates. He drops a puck and explodes into a sequence of brutally fast skating and impossibly precise stickhandling. For the finale, switch to a POV shot from inside the goal net. Batman skates directly at the camera at full speed and unleashes a terrifyingly powerful slapshot. The puck flies directly at the lens, filling the screen. Cut to black the instant before impact, leaving only the sound of the shot.

DarkMuseGallery

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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.

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