18 days ago Perform a hyper-realistic, cinematic edit on the provided photograph, ensuring a perfect, photorealistic likeness of the subject is the central anchor. Re-imagine him as a powerful master of a blood art. Instead of exploding chaotically, the crimson blood threads emerge gracefully from his outstretched hand (just out of frame). These threads are not wild, but are being actively woven by him into a complex, beautiful, and deadly object in the air before him—perhaps a glowing katana made of hardened blood, or an intricate, spinning defensive shield of crimson energy. His expression is not one of shock, but of calm, intense focus and concentration. The lighting is still dominated by the glowing red of the blood construct, but it is a more controlled, focused light, creating a clean, powerful silhouette and sharp highlights. The final image should be a portrait of immense, quiet power and deadly elegance. Opnredo 0 16
4 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? ERH PRO 0 23
4 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? ERH PRO 0 16
