POV prompts

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{ "scene": { "type": "urban sci-fi chaos", "setting": { "location": "city street with tall buildings", "time": "daytime, partly cloudy sky", "environment": "hectic, debris flying, paper in air, yellow taxi visible" }, "action": { "event": "alien abduction in progress", "ufo": { "type": "large metallic disc-shaped UFO", "position": "hovering above street, centered in sky", "effect": "bright blue tractor beam pulling objects and people upward" }, "objects_affected": [ "person being abducted mid-air", "papers", "rubble", "bicycles" ] } }, "subject": { "type": "male human", "ethnicity": "white", "expression": "extreme shock and fear, mouth wide open, eyes bulging", "pose": "taking a selfie or wide-angle POV", "clothing": { "top": "orange-brown t-shirt", "bottom": "dark jeans" }, "framing": "close-up from front, wide lens effect" }, "camera": { "angle": "slightly low, upward-facing toward UFO", "lens": "ultra wide-angle", "focus": "sharp foreground on face, slightly motion-blurred background" }, "lighting": { "source": "natural daylight + intense blue glow from UFO", "mood": "dramatic, cinematic, high tension" }, "aesthetic": { "genre": "sci-fi, action, comedy-drama", "vibe": "chaotic, absurd, high-energy", "color_palette": ["cyan", "brown", "gray", "yellow"] } }

realportraitlab

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First person POV, the male pale hands grip the reins of his majestic white horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman purple rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with silver and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the snow rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, with his beauty wife w him, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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First-person POV of waking up in a damp, 19th-century abandoned lighthouse tower. The camera shows your legs stretching on a tattered wool blanket, with rusty chains around your ankles. The space is dimly lit, with weathered wooden walls and a cracked, fogged window in the background. The sound of crashing waves echoes faintly, and a weak beam of sunlight filters through the misty glass. Highly realistic, gritty textures, high contrast between light and shadow

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First-person POV from a flooded coastal street during the 2004 tsunami. The camera shows the character’s muddy hands outstretched in panic while running. In front of him, panicked civilians are fleeing in all directions. Floodwater rushes violently through the street, sweeping away motorcycles, market stalls, and palm trees. A nearby building begins to collapse with a thunderous rumble, sending debris into the air. Rain falls lightly, mixing with rising smoke and electrical sparks from broken power lines. Only the hands are visible. The tone is chaotic and intense.

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First-person POV, the Pharaoh’s hands rest on the golden armrests of the massive throne, adorned with cobra-shaped rings and bracelets of lapis lazuli. The camera angle focuses solely on the Pharaoh’s hands as they grip the armrests, fingers illuminated by the flickering torchlight. Before him, the grand hall of the palace stretches out, with towering stone columns engraved with hieroglyphs, and murals depicting the gods. The murmur of scribes, priests, and royal advisors fills the air as they discuss matters of law and war. The Pharaoh’s fingers tap lightly on the armrest, a silent command for attention. Beyond the vast open doorway, the Nile glows under the golden afternoon sun, and distant sails glide across the water. The scent of incense and lotus fills the chamber, while the polished limestone floor reflects the flickering flames of braziers. Power rests in the Pharaoh’s hands, poised to shape the destiny of Egypt --ar 9:16 --s 250

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An ultra-realistic point of view (POV) image capturing the first-person perspective of a Greek citizen in a Greek temple. The character's hands and body parts are visible, creating a sense of immersion, as if the viewer were actually there. The scene is detailed, with cinematic lighting and an authentic atmosphere that transports the viewer to that time and place.

Cedrix

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An ultra-realistic point-of-view (POV) image capturing the first-person perspective of a Spartan soldier on a battlefield. The character's hands and body parts are visible, creating a sense of immersion, as if the viewer were actually there. The scene is detailed, with cinematic lighting and an authentic atmosphere that transports the viewer to that time and place.

Cedrix

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the pov is looking down at a BRIGHT RED shiny red rose growing out of concrete sidewalk, there are cracks and debris around the rose with a little graffiti, but it is growing strong and colorful against the sidewalk's colors, cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, dynamic, 3d illustration

MKAOS PRO

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POV first-person perspective shot captures the lower half of my body as I lie inside a traditional canvas tent. I am dressed in the historical attire of Arab soldiers—a long, loose-fitting tunic made of lightweight fabric, designed for comfort and movement in harsh climates. A belt cinches the garment at my waist, keeping it secure. On my feet, I wear thick-soled leather sandals or short leather boots, reinforced with straps wrapping around my ankles for durability on long marches and rough terrain. The worn leather creaks slightly as I shift my position. The entrance of the tent is directly in front of my feet, partially open, revealing the dark night beyond. In the distance, three soldiers stand together, engaged in conversation. Their voices are low, their postures relaxed, unaware of my presence. They are focused on their discussion, their gazes directed elsewhere, away from the camera. The dim light of a nearby fire flickers against the darkness, casting shifting shadows across the ground. The night air is still, save for the occasional gust of wind that makes the flames dance.

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POV helmet camera shot of a Harley-Davidson Iron 883 rider descending a fractured walkway carved into a sheer cliff, with a roaring waterfall pounding the rocks below.

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the pov is looking down at a solid red metallic rose growing out of concrete sidewalk, there are cracks and debris around the rose but it is growing strong and colorful against the sidewalk's colors, cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, dynamic, 3d illustration

MKAOS PRO

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Pov

realportraitlab

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First-person POV: you open your eyes while lying on a thin, hard mattress placed directly on the cracked linoleum floor of a cold, concrete-walled apartment. In front of you, your feet are visible under a faded wool blanket. Pale morning light seeps through a small, barred window covered in frost. The ceiling is low and stained. To the right, hanging above eye level, are two framed portraits of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il, their eyes seemingly watching you even in the silence. The room is sparse—no furniture except a rusted metal cabinet and an old state-issued radio softly murmuring distant propaganda. Your breath fogs in the freezing air as the sound of a patriotic hymn echoes faintly from a loudspeaker outside. The atmosphere is quiet, rigid, and lifeless. The scent of old dust, damp cement, and faint coal smoke fills your lungs. Your body is stiff from the cold, and your fingers instinctively reach for the edge of the blanket, as if to pull reality back over your eyes. Visual specs: • 8K ultra-detailed cinematic realism, HDR, IMAX Laser style, stylize 750 • Camera: Canon R5 • Lens: 16mm • Aperture: f/4 • Lighting: weak dawn light from window, diffused and cold • Composition: perfectly centered first-person view, camera at eye level, feet visible stretched toward the wall

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POV First-Person View, I am a 30-year-old man, lying on my bed in my bedroom, just waking up in the morning. The focus of the image is on my feet, visible in the foreground, as I stretch and move my toes and feet naturally. The camera angle is from a low point, focusing on my feet and the lower part of my legs. The room has a window with a view of the distant Milad Tower (Borj Milad) in Tehran. The tower stands tall in the far distance, appearing small in the background. The Milad Tower is a tall, cylindrical structure with a distinctive large observation deck on top, resembling a huge mushroom cap, and it has a series of antennas protruding from its top. The base of the tower is thinner, and it gradually widens toward the observation area at the top. The rest of the city’s skyline and buildings are blurred behind it, ensuring that Milad Tower is clearly visible but not the main focus of the shot. The overall effect creates a sense of depth and distance between the room and the city. The focus remains on the inside of the room, where the soft morning light filters through the window and illuminates the floor and my feet. The image captures a calm, peaceful atmosphere inside the room, while the distant tower serves as a backdrop.

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first person POV, hands holding a pirate ship steering wheel with visible cracks in the wood, leather boots rushing water below the ship, dramatic ocean waves, barbary coast, sunbeams breaking through clouds, euphoric moment, photorealistic, award winning photography --ar 9:16 --s 250

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First-person POV of a Military Base Camp, The Camera Shows you walking with a Rifle in your Hands on Base Camp,

Sharjeel123

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First-person POV, The first thing visible is my bare feet resting on a Persian rug, its intricate red and blue patterns woven with age. Sunlight streams through sheer curtains, casting warm golden hues on the ornate wooden furniture around the room. The air carries the scent of brewed tea and old books, a familiar morning comfort. As I stir awake, the slight creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my shifting weight echoes in the stillness. The soft rustling of fabric from the open wardrobe hints at the presence of a morning breeze drifting through the slightly open wooden window, framed with delicate Persian tilework. The atmosphere is serene, yet the quiet hum of life beyond the walls begins to stir. High details. Realistic.

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First person POV, the Sultan’s hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the sun rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

Vuphi

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First person POV, the Sultan’s hands, adorned with intricately designed Ottoman rings, grip the hilt of a majestic saber as he rides through a battlefield. The camera focuses on his hands, firmly holding the sword’s handle as his steed gallops forward. His fingers, strong and poised, are wrapped around the hilt, prepared for action, while the gold and gemstone rings shimmer in the light of battle. The battlefield stretches out before him—Ottoman soldiers in shining armor and elite Janissaries form disciplined ranks, ready for the clash. The wind whips through the Sultan's velvet cloak as his boots press into the stirrups, his steed charging forward into the heart of the combat. The roar of soldiers and the sound of clashing steel fills the air as the Sultan leads his forces into battle. His eyes are focused on the chaos ahead, his hands ready to wield the sword that symbolizes his power. The sky above is filled with the smoke of cannon fire, and the field is dotted with Ottoman banners, fluttering proudly in the wind. The Sultan, undeterred by the ferocity of the conflict, remains poised, a true commander on the field. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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the pov is looking down at a red rose growing out of concrete sidewalk, there are cracks and debris around the rose but it is growing strong and colorful against the sidewalk's colors, cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, dynamic, 3d illustration

MKAOS PRO

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the pov is looking down at a BRIGHT RED shiny red rose growing out of concrete sidewalk, there are cracks and debris around the rose with a little graffiti, but it is growing strong and colorful WITH THORNS ON IT'S STEM against the sidewalk's colors, cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, dynamic, 3d illustration

MKAOS PRO

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read first*** Note: I uploaded a photo with prompt of what she's wearing. My Client just designed this new clothing piece and wants me to provide example images of models wearing it so they can see how it looks. The model should be Japanese, beautiful, natural, youthful, curvy, gymnast, POV professional photographer, low angle shot.

TheDeliverer

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POV first-person, i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hands are visible in the frame. i hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers, with a relaxed grip, the lit end glowing faintly in the dim evening light. my thumb rests near the filter as i occasionally bring it to my lips. a few wisps of smoke curl into the air, dissipating near the window. the view outside the window shows tehran at dusk, with a mix of modern high-rise buildings and older, traditional structures stretching into the distance. the city lights begin to flicker on, creating a warm contrast against the cool, bluish hues of the evening sky. the milad tower stands tall in the far distance, its silhouette partially softened by the hazy atmosphere. a few moving car headlights trace lines along the streets below, capturing the quiet yet restless energy of the city. inside, the scene is intimate and moody, illuminated by the faint light filtering through the window. the atmosphere feels unmistakably iranian, a mix of nostalgia and solitude, as i take a slow drag from my cigarette and watch the embers glow against the backdrop of the city.

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