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4 months ago

High resolution full-body portrait, professional photography style. Supermodel, asian face. early twenties, light skin, shaved hair. Large, brilliant vibrant brown eyes looking into camera blinks, unfolds arms while walking toward camera. Soft features. Long sleeve see through silk top. White shear see through pants. Backdrop is Paris cat walk. Warm, soft light, subtle shadows. Elegant, refined feel. Soft saturation, soft contrast. Super detailed, ultra enlists, 4K

9 days ago

A hyper-realistic, action-packed wildlife photograph. In the scorching, red-dirt landscape of Australia's Top End, at the golden hour, a brilliant and beautiful sunset, a chaotic fight is in progress. This is one of the biggest fights in the whole wide world, the Red Kangaroos are watching and waiting for a single, portly, 130kg male politician from Canberra called Henry, dressed in a torn and dusty pinstripe suit and a loosened tie, Henry is desperately fending off a coordinated attack from a gang of five aggressive male red kangaroos who have been ripped off by Henry. The politician's face is a mask of panicked exertion, his expensive watch glinting on his wrist. The kangaroos are immense, muscular alpha males. They are using their full arsenal: one leans back on its tail to deliver a powerful, two-footed kick to the politician's chest. Another braces for a punch with its sharp-clawed forepaws. A third lurks in the background, poised to strike. Dust clouds erupt around the scuffle, kicked up by the violent movement. The low sun casts long, dramatic shadows and highlights the sweat on the politician's brow and the powerful musculature of the kangaroos. The scene is one of raw, primal chaos versus bewildered bureaucratic authority. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance National Geographic style, award-winning photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, intimate portrait, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens --ar 16:9 --style raw --s 250--Wow wooooooooooo war cry raw style

9 days ago

A hyper-realistic, action-packed wildlife photograph. In the scorching, red-dirt landscape of Australia's Top End, at the golden hour, a brilliant and beautiful sunset, a chaotic fight is in progress. This is one of the biggest fights in the whole wide world, the Red Kangaroos are watching and waiting for a single, portly, 130kg male politician from Canberra called Henry, dressed in a torn and dusty pinstripe suit and a loosened tie, Henry is desperately fending off a coordinated attack from a gang of five aggressive male red kangaroos who have been ripped off by Henry. The politician's face is a mask of panicked exertion, his expensive watch glinting on his wrist. The kangaroos are immense, muscular alpha males. They are using their full arsenal: one leans back on its tail to deliver a powerful, two-footed kick to the politician's chest. Another braces for a punch with its sharp-clawed forepaws. A third lurks in the background, poised to strike. Dust clouds erupt around the scuffle, kicked up by the violent movement. The low sun casts long, dramatic shadows and highlights the sweat on the politician's brow and the powerful musculature of the kangaroos. The scene is one of raw, primal chaos versus bewildered bureaucratic authority. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance National Geographic style, award-winning photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting, intimate portrait, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens --ar 16:9 --style raw --s 250--Wow wooooooooooo war cry raw style

4 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.

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.

4 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.

4 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.

4 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.

4 months ago

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

4 months ago

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

4 months ago

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).