broken by the cracks Midjourney prompts

5 months ago

A hyper-realistic, lifelike ventriloquist puppet sits on a dusty, abandoned chair in a forgotten corner of a derelict theater. The puppet's face is unnervingly detailed, with flawless porcelain skin that shows faint cracks and signs of age. Its eyes are large, glassy, and appear to glimmer with a strange, unnatural light, while the deep wrinkles around its mouth reveal that it’s seen far too many performances. The mouth is slightly ajar, as if frozen mid-sentence, with sharp, yellowing teeth that look like they could belong to a real human. Its hair, once a soft blonde, is now matted and dirty, tangled in a way that seems almost too lifelike. The room around the puppet is suffocatingly still, the only movement coming from the faint creaking of the wooden floorboards and the occasional gust of wind from a broken window. The lighting casts stark shadows, exaggerating the imperfections in the puppet’s face, creating an ominous sense that it might suddenly speak or move.

5 months ago

A tall, gaunt marionette puppet hangs from a frayed, dusty string in an abandoned theater. Its wooden limbs are stained with age, cracked, and twisted, as if they’ve been manipulated far too many times. The puppet’s face is painted in unsettlingly bright colors--pale white skin, exaggerated red lips, and black, hollow eyes that give the impression of never blinking. Its clothes are tattered remnants of a once-glamorous circus performer’s outfit, covered in dirt and grime. The surrounding theater is empty, with torn velvet seats and broken spotlights casting eerie glows on the stage. A heavy silence lingers in the air, broken only by the occasional sound of wood creaking as the puppet slowly sways back and forth. Shadows stretch and twist unnaturally around it, as though the puppet has been waiting for years for someone--or something--to make it move again.

3 months ago

The Final Embrace — a realistic, genderless human figure kneels alone before a colossal, faceless divine presence radiating blinding light. Their form begins to dissolve into golden dust, merging upward into a towering pillar of fire and consciousness. Surrounding them: a desolate, post-apocalyptic terrain of crumbling temple ruins, broken idols, and cracked earth beneath a deep red sky. The air is thick with silence and sacred dread. Red filter over the entire scene, casting long shadows and crimson glow. The atmosphere feels suspended in time — the moment before liberation. Hyperrealistic detail, soft focus and subtle grain, surreal decay, dreamlike horror in the style of Zdzisław Beksiński — unsettling, beautiful, and transcendental.--v 7

28 days ago

Close-up portrait of an undead Roman soldier, risen from an ancient battlefield. His eye sockets are empty or glowing faintly with ethereal blue light, no visible pupils. His mouth is partially decayed, exposing dry bone and jagged teeth. Skin is leathery, cracked, and pulled tight over his skull. He wears a rusted, broken Roman helmet with faded insignia and dented armor stained with old blood and dirt. Torn leather straps and shredded fabric hang loosely. The background is dark and crypt-like. No humanity in his face only silence and command. Dramatic lighting with harsh shadows. Hyper-realistic, disturbing, dark cinematic tone.