9 months ago A desolate landscape with the ruins of destroyed buildings, under an ominous red sky. The sun is low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the barren land. In the distance, clouds loom large and dark over the cityscape. This scene evokes feelings of despair and hopelessness, as it captures a post-apocalyptic tranquility. --ar 85:128 --style raw --stylize 750 --v 6.1 Dallas59 4 230
7 months ago A dark, photorealistic, and nightmarish scene depicting a surreal interpretation of a Bedouin funeral ceremony. A desolate desert landscape under a blood-red moon, with swirling sandstorms and shadows stretching across the dunes. In the foreground, a shrouded figure lies on a simple burial cloth, surrounded by faint, ghostly apparitions of mourners in traditional Bedouin attire. The mourners’ faces are obscured, their forms semi-transparent and flickering like mirages. Behind them, twisted, skeletal trees loom, and the horizon is filled with eerie, glowing tents that seem to dissolve into the sand. The atmosphere is heavy with dread, as if the desert itself is alive and watching. Hyper-realistic details, dramatic lighting, and a muted, ominous color palette of deep reds, blacks, and grays. The scene feels both hauntingly beautiful and deeply unsettling, blending cultural authenticity with surreal, nightmarish elements Aiodist 4 140
5 months ago A small girl with long dark wavy hair, wearing a dusty beige dress, a thin brown wool jacket, and worn dark boots, stands still on a ruined street surrounded by collapsed buildings, broken cars, and debris. She is seen from behind or at a slight angle, looking toward the distant horizon of the destroyed city. The atmosphere is thick with dust and light fog. A faint stream of smoke rises from the wreckage. The lighting is soft, with sepia tones and a dusty amber haze. The composition is wide and cinematic, creating a sense of scale, solitude, and silence. Photorealistic, vertical format Giancarlosoler 3 67
4 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 35
