sun Luma prompts

6 months ago

A dance of viking woman with long wavy blonde hair, wearing a red one-piece swimsuit, with norse tattoos and a shield, kneeling in the water at the beach during sunset. She is facing the camera with a neutral expression, body slightly angled forward. The background includes the ocean and a setting sun, with warm and soft lighting casting a golden glow on her skin and hair

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.

1 month ago

Award-winning wildlife photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting. The scene is frozen in time: Thats right a big round 130kg politician, suit disheveled, face a mask of sheer panic, screams "Nooooooooo!" as the case, full of corruption, is ripped from his grasp. Dust motes dance in the outback sun. In the foreground, Kicki the Big Red Kangaroo and his kangaroo friends lean into a magnificent, blur-fast Bruce Lee-style kick, connecting solidly with the politician's round form. The intimate portrait, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens, captures every wonderful moment, every grain of red dust, every strained sinew. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance --ar 16:9 --wow wooooooooooo war cry style raw --s 250

5 months ago

Image is a high resolution "Full Body Image" portrait style photograph captured with a Sony A1 50.1 MB camera using a 120mm prime lens. Featuring a beautiful stylish flat chested slender lithe supermodel in her early 20's striding along a beach during a golden hour sunset. Her blonde hair flows freely, her flawless sun-kissed skin. Aqua blue-silver-golden eyes meet the camera. Soft pink gentle smile lips and refined features are evident. The background is a blurred, dreamy depiction of palm trees and Maldivian architecture. Reds, oranges, and yellows create a warm, soft atmosphere.

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.

4 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.

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.

1 month ago

Award-winning wildlife photography, hyper-detailed, cinematic lighting. The scene is frozen in time: Thats right a big round 130kg politician, suit disheveled, face a mask of sheer panic, screams "Nooooooooo!" as the case, full of corruption, is ripped from his grasp. Dust motes dance in the outback sun. In the foreground, Kicki the Big Red Kangaroo and his kangaroo friends lean into a magnificent, blur-fast Bruce Lee-style kick, connecting solidly with the politician's round form. The intimate portrait, shot on a 600mm f/4 lens, captures every wonderful moment, every grain of red dust, every strained sinew. Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance --ar 16:9 --wow wooooooooooo war cry style raw --s 250

1 month 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

1 month 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

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.

7 months ago

Looping 4K video of a dreamy, soft purple sky with gentle moving clouds, seamless infinite loop, ethereal atmosphere, pastel colors, smooth cloud flow, cinematic look, no sun or moon, no text or objects, perfect match between first and last frame