waiting Luma prompts

6 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.

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

Life will receive and deceive. Beware. Its gifts are pretentions while it waits to destroy you with its array of pain and destruction. Everyone is smiling. But death is crawling towards you. Silence is indifferent. Boyfriends girlfriends down by the waterfront watch as you die your insignificant death. Therein lies beauty, the great beauty of the Absurd. Surreal imagery, unsettling, macabre, haunting, (cinematic shot:1.7), (Remedios Varo, Caravaggio, Max Ernst:0.8), (Kansuke Yamamoto), (Kati Horna:1.2) (Eerily Surreal)

3 months ago

Life will receive and deceive. Beware. Its gifts are pretentions while it waits to destroy you with its array of pain and destruction. Everyone is smiling. But death is crawling towards you. Silence is indifferent. Boyfriends girlfriends down by the waterfront watch as you die your insignificant death. Therein lies beauty, the great beauty of the Absurd. Surreal imagery, unsettling, macabre, haunting, (cinematic shot:1.7), (Remedios Varo, Caravaggio, Max Ernst:0.8), (Kansuke Yamamoto), (Kati Horna:1.2) (Eerily Surreal)

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.