turned on Luma prompts

5 months ago

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

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.

2 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.

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.

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 months ago

Scene Description: The ad opens with a split-screen view: Left Side (Service Provider's Perspective): A harried service provider, perhaps a plumber or a technician in a uniform, glances at their watch impatiently in a cluttered workshop. They mutter frustratedly as they realize they missed an appointment. Right Side (Client's Perspective): A client sits in a comfortable living room, checking their phone anxiously. The clock on the wall ticks slowly as they wait for the service provider who hasn't shown up. Middle Section: The screen splits further to show comical scenes: Service Provider: Rushing through traffic, encountering unexpected obstacles like a parade of ducks crossing the road. Client: Nodding off, surrounded by a growing pile of magazines, their expression turning from hopeful to annoyed. Final Shot: Both perspectives merge into one frame: the service provider finally arrives, apologetic but relieved, while the client gives a half-amused, half-exasperated look. Text Overlay: "Avoid missed connections. Choose [Your Brand's Name] for on-time service and reduced wait times." Closing Frame: The ad ends with a humorous fade-out, leaving viewers with a memorable reminder of the importance of punctuality and efficient service.

4 months ago

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.

4 months ago

Photorealistic 4K slow-motion cinematic shot of an orchid flower blooming. Extreme close-up on petals and leaf texture. The flower slowly turns to the right while opening. Pink and yellow color palette. Each petal is partially covered in reflective metallic liquid, dripping slowly. Soft, dreamy, blurry blue background. Studio lighting. Natural motion and shallow depth of field.