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8 months ago

A cinematic photograph of a lively red-haired woman with short, windswept hair and a face sprinkled with freckles, captured mid-laugh, directly facing the camera, on a breezy coastal boardwalk. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the scene as seagulls glide across the pastel sky. She wears Women’s Women's @macaquinho/Training-gwtu7 mini dress, cut-out style, in a white and blue color palette. The dress features a lightweight, woven fabric with a small-scale pattern. It has a relaxed fit, a round neckline, and thin straps. The dress is finished with a tie closure at the back.uinho/Training-gwtu7 mini dress, cut-out style, in a white and blue color palette. The dress features a lightweight, woven fabric with a small-scale pattern. It has a relaxed fit, a round neckline, and thin straps. The dress is finished with a tie closure at the back, a light, flowing sundress with a subtle floral pattern, the fabric billowing slightly in the ocean breeze. She is seated on a wooden railing, her bare feet dangling off the edge, with one hand gripping the rail for balance and the other playfully shielding her hazel eyes from the sun. Her gaze is directed toward the camera, and her radiant smile exudes warmth and spontaneity, embodying the carefree essence of summer. The atmosphere feels vibrant yet serene, with the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore. Shot on vintage 35mm film, the image has a nostalgic warmth, with soft film grain, natural flares from the sun, and a rich depth of color that evokes the magic of a seaside escape.

4 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.