6 months ago Lord Shiva, with ash-smeared body and matted locks crowned with the crescent moon, walks across a shattered battlefield. His eyes blaze with divine fury and glowing with cosmic energy. The sky roars above with swirling black clouds and crimson lightning, while the earth trembles beneath his every step. Trishul drags behind him, crackling with unspent rage. Celestial fire burns in the background. --ar 9:16 --v 6.1--stylize 750 RaMaya 4 250
6 months ago Duryodhana, the proud Kaurava prince from the Mahabharata, captured in a powerful low-angle, full-body shot. He stands imposingly on the battlefield of Kurukshetra, legs apart in a commanding stance, exuding arrogance and unshakable confidence. His medium muscular frame is clad in richly detailed golden-black Kshatriya armor with engraved motifs of serpents and royal emblems. A heavy, jewel-encrusted mace (gada) rests on his shoulder, glowing faintly with divine energy. His long dark hair flows with the wind, a majestic golden crown sits upon his brow, and a crimson cape billows behind him. His sharp eyes look downward with disdain and defiance, as if challenging the viewer. The background features dark war clouds, fluttering Kaurava banners, and the silhouettes of his vast army. Hyper-realistic, cinematic lighting, ultra-detailed textures, mythological Indian warrior style, 8K resolution --v 7.0 --raw RaMaya 1 91
6 months ago Lord Shiva, with ash-smeared body and matted locks crowned with the crescent moon, walks across a shattered battlefield. His eyes blaze with divine fury and glowing with cosmic energy. The sky roars above with swirling black clouds and crimson lightning, while the earth trembles beneath his every step. Trishul drags behind him, crackling with unspent rage. Celestial fire burns in the background. --ar 9:16 --v 7.0 --stylize 750 RaMaya 0 48
6 months ago A powerful, hyperrealistic cinematic scene of Barbarik’s severed head resting on a sacred stone pedestal atop a windswept hill overlooking the battlefield of Kurukshetra. His eyes are open glowing with divine awareness and sorrow watching the war unfold below. His long dark hair flows in the wind like a river of fate. Faint blue flames or divine aura surround the head, casting a surreal glow. In the distance, the battlefield blazes with chariots, warriors, and divine weapons mid-flight, but all is muted in the stillness around Barbarik. The sky is twilight with swirling clouds of karma and time, golden light streaking the horizon. The pedestal is inscribed with ancient Sanskrit mantras. The atmosphere is reverent, timeless, and weighty with destiny. --raw RaMaya 0 45
