head only Luma prompts

Show a close-up of a young, pale, beautiful Korean girl with K-pop pink makeup. Her eyes remain fully closed at all times as she faces the camera. She has pink hair and a high, sharp, prominent nose. Her expression remains neutral as she slowly turns her head left and right repeatedly, allowing the camera to capture every detail. Her nose and face have an extremely oily, high-gloss finish, almost like water, with intense reflections—especially along the flare side of her nose. The dim ambient lighting enhances the sheen, emphasizing the flawless texture of her skin. As the camera pans smoothly, it showcases the way light moves across her ultra-glossy complexion, capturing reflections from different angles. Every detail of her sharp nose and radiant skin remains in focus, highlighting the depth and clarity of the reflection. Additionally, she subtly moves her lips as if speaking, and her closed eyes occasionally blink gently, adding a natural conversational nuance to the scene. The fluid, lifelike motions make it seem as though she is engaged in a quiet, intimate monologue, even though her words remain unheard

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Create a video of a young couple (mid-20s) arguing in a messy apartment. The man is frustrated, gesturing at a pile of unpaid bills on a table. The woman shouts, ‘You never listen to me!’ and storms out, slamming the door. Camera lingers on the man sitting alone, head in hands. Dark lighting, rain sounds outside, tense background music

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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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Chinese watercolor tee-shirt print design,, traditional Chinese dragon spirit, swirling translucent storm clouds elemental color palette muted gradients and tones featuring a large, majestic dragon with a serpentine body, hovering amidst swirling clouds. The dragon has a long, slender body covered in white scales, with intricate, wispy whiskers extending from its face. Its eyes are a striking blue, glowing with an ethereal light. The dragon's head is adorned with elegant, curved horns. Below the dragon, a small floating island is depicted, with a vibrant green surface and a single, small tree. A red torii gate stands prominently on the island, adding a touch of cultural symbolism. In the background, a faint, ethereal figure of a woman with long, flowing hair and fair skin is visible, blending into the clouds. The overall color palette is soft, with whites, grays, and subtle hints of color, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

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Chinese watercolor tee-shirt print design,, traditional Chinese dragon spirit, swirling translucent storm clouds elemental color palette muted gradients and tones featuring a large, majestic dragon with a serpentine body, hovering amidst swirling clouds. The dragon has a long, slender body covered in white scales, with intricate, wispy whiskers extending from its face. Its eyes are a striking blue, glowing with an ethereal light. The dragon's head is adorned with elegant, curved horns. Below the dragon, a small floating island is depicted, with a vibrant green surface and a single, small tree. A red torii gate stands prominently on the island, adding a touch of cultural symbolism. In the background, a faint, ethereal figure of a woman with long, flowing hair and fair skin is visible, blending into the clouds. The overall color palette is soft, with whites, grays, and subtle hints of color, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

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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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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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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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A liminal indoor water park, flooded and silent. Pastel water slides—off-white, teal, and pink—hang overhead, gushing water into a shallow pool covering the glossy white tile floor. Mist drifts through the humid air. Everything is damp and still. Floating slowly away from the camera is a giant yellow duck statue, partially submerged. Its head is turned slightly to the side, revealing a huge, exaggerated toothy grin stretched across its plastic face. Its eyes are empty—glossy and hollow, with no pupils or detail. The duck drifts through the water quietly, trailing small ripples behind it. The EXIT sign above a distant doorway glows red through the fog. The mood is surreal, eerie, and uncanny—like a forgotten memory rotting in silence.

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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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