5 months ago Inside a round tower room at the highest point of the castle, a pale woman stands near an open window, her long wavy blonde hair tousled by the wind. She wears a flowing Victorian gown, simple yet elegant. The stone walls are bare except for an old mirror and a wooden writing desk with parchment and dried flowers. Outside the arched window, the sea glows under the setting sun, and the mountains cast long blue shadows. Her blue eyes gaze into the distance. The moment feels intimate, windswept, and steeped in longing. AI_World_Dreams 1 48
2 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 27