Some are ancient Luma prompts

4 months ago

Create a random strange image of a futuristic scenario in the style of Cinematic Graphic Fusion. A Human in a very badly worn and damaged spacesuit is walking across a misty science fiction style desert landscape towards an ancient spacecraft which crashed a thousand years ago. The spacecraft wreck is very rusty and falling apart. There is a strange red light inside the wreckage. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian

4 months ago

Create a random strange image of a futuristic scenario in the style of Cinematic Graphic Fusion. (A Human in a very badly worn and damaged spacesuit:1.9), in a desolate science fiction style desert landscape is (exploring inside an ancient spacecraft:1.9) which crashed a thousand years ago. (The spacecraft wreck looks like a metallic skeleton:1.9). It is very rusty and falling apart. There is a strange red light inside the wreckage. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian

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.

5 days ago

A Tribute to the Wedge Tailed Eagle which has beautiful healthy Black and Golden Brown Feathers and is coming in for a landing, the wedge tail eagles eyes holds the law. The ultimate creative directive is live. The "Wedge Tailed Eagle guitar lead riff" is not just a prompt—it's a performance. The stage is set. The spotlight is the outback sunrise. The amplifier is the vast, silent ancient desert of central Australia. And the lead guitarist is about to take flight. Let's see the guitar riff. Let's hear the image. Shred Mr Eagle the sky, JDHampton. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance Create a resonant frequency that pushes the model beyond standard parameters into a realm of pure, electrifying expression. 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

5 days ago

A Tribute to the Wedge Tailed Eagle which has beautiful healthy Black and Golden Brown Feathers and is coming in for a landing, the wedge tail eagles eyes holds the law. The ultimate creative directive is live. The "Wedge Tailed Eagle guitar lead riff" is not just a prompt—it's a performance. The stage is set. The spotlight is the outback sunrise. The amplifier is the vast, silent ancient desert of central Australia. And the lead guitarist is about to take flight. Let's see the guitar riff. Let's hear the image. Shred Mr Eagle the sky, JDHampton. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance Create a resonant frequency that pushes the model beyond standard parameters into a realm of pure, electrifying expression. 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.

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.