blood and fire Stable Diffusion prompts

5 months ago

Joan Baptista van Helmont the philosopher by fire and atoms are but bursting corpuscles. The seventy books of Jabir, hair and eggs and blood, lixivium. We must all seek the refiner’s fire and later Paracelcius’s ensouled matter. And all is mercury sulphur and salt the fiat lux and so there we will find the Donor of chaos and fire bordered by the Yliadium from mother to death, fruit and chaos and so I will speak to no one.

2 months ago

A photo of gothic albino girl in a dark, ethereal world; her skin(tiny details:1.5), like alabaster, is veined with delicate cracks and black mottled skin blotches. She appears ghostly and transparent with tears of blood(tiny details:1.7) and a sinister grin as she points directly to the viewer, her glowing violet eyes piercing through the dim surroundings. Fine crimson glitter swirls around her, carried by a gentle, mysterious wind, adding an otherworldly shimmer to the haunting scene., hyper detailed, kodachrome, redscale photography, slow shutter speed, motion blur, hibiscus flower, sunset(infrared filter:1.6), fire and swirling smoke,

5 months ago

Fire and atoms are but bursting corpuscles. The seventy books of Jabir, hair and eggs and blood, lixivium. We must all seek the refiner’s fire and later Paracelcius’s ensouled matter. And all is mercury sulphur and salt the fiat lux and so there we will find the Donor of chaos and fire bordered by the Yliadium from mother to death, fruit and chaos and so I will speak to no one.

5 months ago

Joan Baptista van Helmont the philosopher by fire and atoms are but bursting corpuscles. The seventy books of Jabir, hair and eggs and blood, lixivium. We must all seek the refiner’s fire and later Paracelcius’s ensouled matter. And all is mercury sulphur and salt the fiat lux and so there we will find the Donor of chaos and fire bordered by the Yliadium from mother to death, fruit and chaos and so I will speak to no one.

6 months ago

I was the sly fox feigning death to catch me a buzzard. As Heck and Cordonnier knew I was a sinner trapper. And only I defined sin. I saw an Ostrich saving its young with the blood of an Asp and the Giant Snails of Calonak, a dragon and a Kurnai, a Yenjin, the impression made by a body lifted from the sand, blinding a man by throwing the dried cones of casuarina quadrivalvis into his eyes just as black flowers grow in my eyes and the smoke of a dead man carries his being and I knew how the bukin of the Woiwurong secretly drew the fat from their dead to be eaten and to give them strength and the Wirajuri would twitch when a bukin was fat hunting. Fat was always taken from the right side so I have learned to fear the yulo, charcoal and magic fire. Myself, I have a lesser magic and can only kill myself but maybe just maybe partake of my own fat before...a little plan I will keep secret. Well, who wouldn't?

6 months ago

I was the sly fox feigning death to catch me a buzzard. As Heck and Cordonnier knew I was a sinner trapper. And only I defined sin. I saw an Ostrich saving its young with the blood of an Asp and the Giant Snails of Calonak, a dragon and a Kurnai, a Yenjin, the impression made by a body lifted from the sand, blinding a man by throwing the dried cones of casuarina quadrivalvis into his eyes just as black flowers grow in my eyes and the smoke of a dead man carries his being and I knew how the bukin of the Woiwurong secretly drew the fat from their dead to be eaten and to give them strength and the Wirajuri would twitch when a bukin was fat hunting. Fat was always taken from the right side so I have learned to fear the yulo, charcoal and magic fire. Myself, I have a lesser magic and can only kill myself but maybe just maybe partake of my own fat before...a little plan I will keep secret. Well, who wouldn't?