from transformers Luma prompts

5 months ago

nside a high-tech gamma radiation laboratory, dimly lit by the green glow of powerful containment chambers, a brilliant young attorney and scientist, Jennifer Walters, examines an experimental reactor. She's tall, fit, and focused, dressed in a sleek lab coat over casual workwear. Suddenly, an alarm blares — an emergency shutdown fails. A containment breach erupts in a flash of brilliant green energy. Jennifer shields her face as gamma radiation engulfs her. The room shakes. Her heartbeat thunders in her ears. Her transformation begins: her eyes glow an otherworldly green, muscles tightening and expanding with unstoppable force. Her lab coat tears at the seams as her frame grows taller, more powerful. Her hair whips around her in a storm of motion as she lets out a deep, fierce breath. She stands — reborn — as She-Hulk. Towering, confident, radiant with raw power. Her green skin shimmers under flickering lab lights, and her presence commands awe. The room falls silent as she takes her first step forward — strong, unstoppable, and ready to take control. Style: Cinematic realism, ultra-detailed transformation, dramatic lighting, science-fiction atmosphere, hero origin scene, emotional intensity, full-body view.

5 months ago

nside a high-tech gamma radiation laboratory, dimly lit by the green glow of powerful containment chambers, a brilliant young attorney and scientist, Jennifer Walters, examines an experimental reactor. She's tall, fit, and focused, dressed in a sleek lab coat over casual workwear. Suddenly, an alarm blares — an emergency shutdown fails. A containment breach erupts in a flash of brilliant green energy. Jennifer shields her face as gamma radiation engulfs her. The room shakes. Her heartbeat thunders in her ears. Her transformation begins: her eyes glow an otherworldly green, muscles tightening and expanding with unstoppable force. Her lab coat tears at the seams as her frame grows taller, more powerful. Her hair whips around her in a storm of motion as she lets out a deep, fierce breath. She stands — reborn — as She-Hulk. Towering, confident, radiant with raw power. Her green skin shimmers under flickering lab lights, and her presence commands awe. The room falls silent as she takes her first step forward — strong, unstoppable, and ready to take control. Style: Cinematic realism, ultra-detailed transformation, dramatic lighting, science-fiction atmosphere, hero origin scene, emotional intensity, full-body view.

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.

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.

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

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

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.