move closer Stable Diffusion prompts

7 months ago

First-person POV, I grip the curved dagger tightly in my right hand, its sharp edge glinting under the faint moonlight. My left hand steadies the flickering torch, casting eerie, shifting shadows on the large canvas tent ahead. The night is cold and silent, the only sound coming from the distant rustling of fabric and the hushed breathing of my companions. Four Persian soldiers, clad in traditional robes of Nader Shah Afshar’s era, move cautiously around me. Their loose, earth-toned garments, cinched with thick fabric belts, billow slightly as they step forward. Their heads are wrapped in cloth turbans, much like those of ancient desert warriors, partially concealing their expressions. Their leather sandals press lightly into the dirt, their movements careful and deliberate. The tent’s entrance sways in the breeze, revealing only darkness inside. Every muscle in my body tenses as I inch closer, the weight of the moment heavy on my chest. The firelight flickers against the fabric of the tent, painting dancing shadows of soldiers poised for action. I tighten my grip on the dagger. The night is about to change.high details. Realistic.

3 months ago

.” The couch glided to a halt and settled down on the ground, nestling itself between some wide trees and grass. Mohini stepped out and gestured for Ariadne to follow. They walked a bit along a narrow, uneven trail, with Mohini peering intently at the trees around them. Ariadne studied the trees more closely: they were immense and full of leaves, branches pushing out in all directions. The leaves shimmered and glowed with a faint, silvery light. They moved gently in the breeze, except there was no breeze. She stepped closer and examined one of the tree’s branches. She noticed that the leaves, shaped somewhat like those of a maple tree, pulsated. Strange forms moved across their surface. She looked more closely at one: a scene played out on the surface of the leaf, like a movie or television screen, except three-dimensionally. Figures walked along a pathway in front of a large building. There was something vaguely familiar about it—she reached out and grasped the leaf, trying to steady its gentle sway. Her eyes widened in astonishment.