PEOPLE Luma prompts

5 months ago

/imagine prompt an amazing futuristic dystopian image (in the style of the artist Joao Ruas:1.9). Subtle colours. I went into the Desert where the people eaters, search for me constantly. Emotional epic cinematic dramatic dystopian. (The Searchers are attacking me with their teeth:1.9).

5 months ago

/imagine prompt an amazing futuristic dystopian image (in the style of the artist Joao Ruas:1.9). Subtle red and white highlights. The War came. I went into the Desert where the people eaters search for me constantly. Emotional epic cinematic dramatic dystopian. The Searchers find me. They are tearing people apart.

5 months ago

/imagine prompt an amazing futuristic dystopian image (in the style of the artist Joao Ruas:1.9). Subtle colours. I went into the Desert where the people eaters, search for me constantly. Emotional epic cinematic dramatic dystopian. (The Searchers are attacking me with their teeth:1.9).

5 months ago

The sun highlights the scars on the faces of the people walking in a line through the ruins of a dystopian nightmarish cityscape. Each of the people is bald, they have pale face and they are wearing long robes. All the robes are a similar grey colour, but they all have different strange esoteric shimmering symbols, glyphs, and designs that glow. brightly in gold, silver, and white. The faces of the people are strange and tortured.

6 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic and futuristic dystopian scene in which a number futuristic sci-fi style people are running through the ruins of Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station after a catastrophic explosion. They are running through a huge chamber with ruined collapsed walls, falling water, smoke, fire, and electrical flashing. A Chernobyl Security guard begins to fire a large laser weapon at the running people.

6 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.

6 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic and futuristic dystopian scene in which a number futuristic sci-fi style people are running through the ruins of Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station after a catastrophic explosion. They are running through a huge chamber with ruined collapsed walls, falling water, smoke, fire, and electrical flashing.

5 months ago

Alovia is 25 and beautiful but her face is scarred and she looks extremely tired. She stares from the small balcony of her damp mouldy apartment on the 136th floor of a huge dilapidated building. The building is part of an enormous chemical factory where she works. (Down below lines of poor people are marching into the ugly factory:1.9) which belches out toxic smoke and flames. The city below is made up of countless apartment tower blocks as far as the eye can see. The scene is depressing and bleak.

5 months ago

Alovia is 25 and beautiful but her face is scarred and she looks extremely tired. She stares from the small balcony of her damp mouldy apartment on the 136th floor of a huge dilapidated building. The building is part of an enormous chemical factory where she works. (Down below lines of poor people are marching into the ugly factory:1.9) which belches out toxic smoke and flames. The city below is made up of countless apartment tower blocks as far as the eye can see. The scene is depressing and bleak.

5 months ago

/imagine prompt an amazing futuristic dystopian image (in the style of the artist Joao Ruas:1.9). Subtle colours. I went into the Desert where the people eaters, search for me constantly. Emotional epic cinematic dramatic dystopian. (The Searchers are attacking me with their teeth:1.9).

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.

6 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.

6 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic and futuristic dystopian scene in which a number futuristic sci-fi style people are running through the ruins of Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station after a catastrophic explosion. They are running through a huge chamber with ruined collapsed walls, falling water, smoke, fire, and electrical flashing.

6 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.

6 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.