The world moved on prompts

7 months ago

a surreal and psychedelic scene, reminiscent of a Salvador Dali painting, where time and reality are distorted: In an expansive, dreamlike landscape, a clock melts over the edge of a table, defying the laws of physics. The sky above swirls with vibrant, otherworldly colors, blending into an infinite horizon. A figure stands at the center of this scene, their form shifting and changing. Parts of their body transform into various elements – one arm becomes a flowing river, the other a winding vine. Their face is a canvas of shifting expressions, each one reflecting a different aspect of human emotion. Around them, objects float in mid-air, defying gravity. Books open with pages turning into birds, a vintage telephone twists into a spiral, and a chessboard's pieces move on their own. In the background, a cityscape bends and curves like a wave, buildings morphing into surreal shapes. The border between sky and earth blurs, creating a sense of endlessness. In this scene, reality is malleable, and the ordinary becomes extraordinary. It's a visual representation of a mind-bending journey through a world where the impossible becomes possible, and the boundaries of imagination are limitless., moody, unsettling, surreal imagery, macabe, (award winning cinematic shot:1.21), (Kati Horna:1.32) From below, deep in the submerged grotto, a solitary figure stands at the water’s edge, gazing up toward the ascending steps, their expression contemplative and enigmatic. From above, another figure walks up the steps, seemingly unaware of the one below, their face obscured as if caught in a moment between reality and illusion. The water shimmers with an impossible clarity, revealing intricate, otherworldly details beneath the surface—perhaps submerged relics, mysterious symbols, or faint glimpses of an unseen world. The sky above is vast and surreal, with clouds that seem to defy gravity, casting an uncanny glow over the entire composition. The atmosphere is both hyper-detailed, in the style of van Eyck, and eerily mysterious, as if Magritte’s enigmatic vision has bent reality itself.

9 months ago

Set against an endless expanse of desert, the colossal automaton strides across the horizon, its immense form towering over the landscape while leaving much of the frame open to convey its overwhelming size. At a distance, its silhouette breaks through low-hanging clouds at 1,000 meters, emphasizing its staggering 4,000-foot height. The machine moves steadily, one leg caught mid-stride, lifted high as cascades of sand pour from its immense foot, creating swirling eddies of dust far below. Its grounded legs leave deep craters in the desert, visible even from this distant view, while the trembling earth sends visible ripples across the dunes. The automaton’s four massive legs are skeletal and mechanical, each a latticework of colossal pistons, cables, and ancient, corroded plating. Despite its distance, the details of its weathered surface are visible: rust streaks running down its joints, broken sections exposing internal mechanisms, and deep scars left by untold centuries of wear. Its torso rises like a fortress, uneven and asymmetrical, with jagged outcroppings, massive exhaust vents spewing steam, and entire sections bristling with exposed machinery. Above the automaton, airships tethered by thick, swaying cables float alongside it, their weathered envelopes bulging against the desert winds. These vessels, far smaller in scale but still large by human standards, bob and shift as they carry supplies and maintenance crews to the machine. Smaller drones flit between the airships and the automaton, their lights blinking faintly as they zip across the sky. On its back, the automaton supports a distant but sprawling city. Even from this far, the city’s intricate design is visible—towers and spires rise unevenly, linked by delicate bridges and suspended pathways. Tiny streams of light flicker across the city’s surface, marking the movements of vehicles and machinery. Trails of smoke and mist cascade down its sides, mingling with the clouds that cling to its upper body. The faint hum of activity is palpable, amplified by the unceasing movement of the automaton itself. The scene is dominated by the vast desert, stretching outward in golden ripples of sand broken only by jagged outcrops of rock and the faint shapes of ruined structures buried in the dunes. In the foreground, caravans of tiny figures and vehicles scatter, barely perceptible against the immense scale of the automaton. Dust storms trail far behind its legs, creating a hazy backdrop that swallows portions of the horizon. Above, the late-afternoon sky is layered with fiery streaks of orange and purple, clouds glowing faintly as they part to accommodate the automaton’s towering frame. The interplay of light and shadow accentuates its enormity, with its upper sections catching the sun’s last rays while its lower half fades into shadow and dust. The atmosphere is thick with the sounds of grinding metal, distant tremors, and the hum of engines, creating a sense of motion and life that fills the frame without overwhelming it. The automaton’s presence dominates the scene, but its distance allows the scale of the environment—airships, desert, and sky—to emphasize its true immensity. It strides forward like a titan, a walking world whose slow, deliberate march carries an ancient city and its tethered fleet across the endless expanse

7 months ago

(Spaghetti Western meets Hindu Mythology, Cinematic, Gritty, Mythic Americana, Clint Eastwood's Unforgiven-style storytelling, Hyperreal, Dust and Gunpowder, Sunset Over the Frontier) (Gritty Cinematic Western:1.8, Hindu Mythology Meets Old West:2.0, Dust & Heat Haze:1.6, Sunburnt Leather & Weathered Cloth:1.5, Volumetric Light Through Dust:1.4, Classic Spaghetti Western Composition:1.8) The frontier is vast, endless. The sun hangs low and swollen, a burning red eye sinking behind the jagged silhouette of the mountains, bleeding golden light across the dust-choked sky. A lone rider moves through the haze, his dark stallion kicking up a slow trail of dust, the sound of hooves muffled by the dry, cracked earth. Vishnu, the Divine Gunslinger, moves like a ghost through this godforsaken land, his presence a whisper on the wind, a warning before the storm. He is adorned in a weathered duster, its deep blue fabric threadbare yet regal, embroidered in golden Sanskrit that shifts and shimmers under the dying light. Beneath it, his celestial skin glows faintly, a blue so deep it seems carved from the twilight sky itself. His golden eyes burn like twin desert suns, reflecting the fire of the West, the violence of the frontier, the weight of justice balanced on the edge of a blade. From beneath his coat, his four arms rest with an unnatural stillness, each poised for retribution. One hand grips the Sudarshana Revolver, an ancient pistol forged from the molten core of a dying star, its barrel etched with the shifting symbols of the cosmos. Another holds a coiled lasso woven from the threads of fate, glowing with the light of constellations long dead. The third hand remains open, palm outward—a warning, or perhaps a blessing. The fourth clutches the eternal lotus, a reminder that even in this land of dust and death, something divine lingers. Behind him, the town of Black Hollow waits, a rotting wooden carcass of a town, its saloon doors swaying in the wind, the church bell rusted and long silent. Shadows move behind glassless windows, fear tightening in the chests of men who know their reckoning has come. The outlaws of this place have no gods, no law but steel and blood, and yet even they whisper his name. The wind shifts, carrying the scent of gunpowder and sagebrush, and in the distance, a gang of riders appear on the ridge, silhouetted against the sun. Their leader spits, grips his rifle, and laughs. "Ain't no man gets to play god out here," he sneers. The six-shooter spins once, slow, deliberate. A single breath. A moment stretched between eternity and the dust. Vishnu narrows his golden gaze beneath the wide brim of his hat. He speaks only once. "God don’t play, friend." Then the world moves like lightning, like judgment, like fate itself unfurling.

2 months ago

djrny-v4 style, score_13, score_28_up, score_37_up, a professional realistic photo of a (age 11) most beautiful short eared elf girl in the world, in a highly detailed, (flawless anatomy), (masterpiece), (realistic), (viewing full body), (facing the viewer) with extra long, extremely long thick chestnut blonde hair rope braid, beautifully flawless olive skin, thick black eye liner, extra long eye lashes, light pink blush, extremely beautifully shaped lips with light pink lipstick, black eye shadow, beautiful perfect high cheekbones beautiful perfect high cheekbones extremely detailed perfectly shaped beautiful brilliant Forest Tea blue-brown-golden-grey-purple eyes, beautifully manicured fingernail with pink polish, dressed in style World of Warcraft blood priestess, moving through eleven palace , magical, mystical, high depth of field, gentle expression, created with Unreal Engine 5 and Octane Render, high resolution photography, intricate details, ultra-sharp focus. --v 6.1 (best quality, 8k,high res,masterpiece:1.2),ultra-detailed, (realistic, photo realistic, photo-realistic:1.37), (high res),ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, front view, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic light Perfect graphics, ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, full image view, full body view, front view

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.

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.

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.

7 months ago

Freddie Mercury, the iconic frontman of Queen, stands on stage, a towering figure of energy and charisma, commanding the attention of a vast, roaring crowd. The stadium is packed with tens of thousands of fans, all of them shouting, clapping, and singing in unison. The air is thick with anticipation as the lights dim, and suddenly, a single spotlight illuminates Freddie at the center of the stage. Dressed in his signature white tank top, tight denim jeans, and leather gloves, Freddie’s presence is electric. His perfectly styled mustache and short, slicked-back hair add to the aura of rock-star coolness. The glow of the stage lights bounces off his sweat-soaked skin as he moves with wild abandon, each gesture exuding confidence and passion. The spotlight catches the gleam of his jewelry—his bold, gold rings and the gleaming cross around his neck—a symbol of his unique, unmatchable style. As the music swells, Freddie grabs the microphone stand with one hand and raises it above his head, as if summoning the crowd to respond. His voice rings out, clear and powerful, effortlessly reaching every corner of the massive arena. The notes seem to float through the air, perfectly in tune with the energy around him, as his voice soars, cracking with emotion, then dipping into a smooth falsetto. He’s a master at connecting with the audience, drawing them into every note, every lyric. His eyes are wide, intense, and filled with fire. There’s an almost magnetic pull to him, making it feel as if he’s performing for each person in the crowd, despite the sea of faces stretching out before him. With every beat, Freddie’s body moves in sync with the music. He’s a dancer, a showman, his body language as expressive as his voice. He twirls and spins across the stage, one minute flinging himself toward the front edge, arms outstretched as if embracing the adoration, and the next, he’s crouching low, creating a moment of intimacy with the audience. His energy never falters—his performance is a whirlwind of movement and emotion. The band behind him—Brian May, Roger Taylor, and John Deacon—form the perfect backdrop, but it’s Freddie who is the undeniable focal point. His interactions with the audience are playful and commanding at the same time. He encourages them to sing along, making eye contact with fans in the front rows, pulling them into the performance with a smile, a wink, or a raised hand. As the song reaches its peak, Freddie stands center stage, his arms spread wide, reveling in the rush of sound and the collective power of the crowd’s voice. His expression is one of pure joy and liberation. Every second on stage feels like he’s giving everything he has—his voice, his body, his heart—and in return, the crowd erupts, a unified roar of pure love and admiration. It's a moment where time seems to slow, and Freddie, in all his theatrical glory, is not just performing a song, but offering a piece of himself to the world, leaving the crowd mesmerized, breathless, and forever in awe of his incredible talent. The stage lights pulse in time with the music, casting dramatic shadows and highlighting his every movement. Freddie’s face reflects the intensity of his performance—his brows furrowed in concentration one moment, then breaking into a wide grin as he basks in the crowd’s cheers. There’s a palpable sense of connection between him and the audience, an almost unspoken understanding that they are experiencing something special, something transcendent. As the song ends, the crowd erupts into deafening applause, chanting his name, but Freddie isn’t done. He takes a brief moment, breathing deeply, and then throws himself into the next song, ready to give them even more; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle, kinkfolk photography, A+D architecture

5 months ago

Grey alien, though small in stature, is anything but simple. It navigates the cosmos with grace, moving through the stars with an otherworldly elegance, a creature shaped by the infinite darkness that surrounds it. Let’s begin by describing the Grey alien’s daily existence, its interactions with the stars, and the somewhat intimate aspects of its biology. Life in Space The Grey alien is a solitary being, with no immediate sense of community. It floats alone through the expanse of space, a creature adapted to survive in the vacuum without any need for conventional sustenance or shelter. The void is both home and playground to it, and it is not bound by the limitations that govern organic life on planets. Its body is perfectly evolved for this environment. The alien breathes in the form of a faint, almost imperceptible exchange of gases that occurs at a molecular level, a form of respiration suited for the low-pressure environment of space. It has no need for food, relying instead on the energies of nearby cosmic phenomena: the radiation of distant stars, the magnetic fields of planets, and the energy flows of cosmic dust. It absorbs these into its body, where they sustain it without requiring ingestion in the traditional sense. Though its existence is quiet, there is a profound intelligence behind its stillness. This alien has a deep understanding of the universe’s rhythms, navigating by the pulses of starlight and the waves of gravity that ripple through the cosmos. It has witnessed the birth and death of stars, the collisions of comets and asteroids, and the slow, steady drift of forgotten worlds. Time, to the Grey alien, is less linear and more like a vast, ongoing cycle—endless, stretching from one horizon to the next.

6 months ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of a captivating shadow puppeteer woman, radiating ethereal grace and a mysterious charm with a monochromatic and dimly lit palette. She poses with a subtle elegance, her form exuding both a captivating presence and the ability to manipulate shadows and light, creating intricate and mesmerizing illusions. She wears a modern, flowing gown crafted from dark, sheer fabrics, interwoven with light-absorbing threads and subtle, glowing accents, in a mix of deep blacks, subtle grays, ethereal silvers, and hints of soft, glowing blues, creating a ghostly and captivating contrast. The gown features intricate patterns that mimic the flow of shadow, flexible fabrics that seem to absorb and reflect light, and embedded crystals that enhance her ability to manipulate shadows, designed for both ethereal beauty and her control over the illusionary world. Her photorealistic face exudes a calm focus and a mysterious allure, with delicate features and piercing gray eyes that seem to observe the shifting patterns of light and shadow and the many possibilities of illusion. Her long, black hair is styled in a loose, flowing manner, adorned with delicate silver ornaments, spectral ribbons, and tiny glowing orbs that seem to capture and manipulate the surrounding light and shadow, creating a hauntingly beautiful hairstyle. Ethereal tattoos in glowing silver and black patterns swirl along her arms, face, and neck, adding a mysterious and ethereal charm. She holds a set of handcrafted shadow puppets that seem to move on their own and a lantern that can manipulate the flow of light and create intricate illusions, ready to entrance and captivate with her shadow dance and spectral tales. The background is a vivid combination of a dimly lit theater and swirling, abstract shadows in hues of deep black, subtle gray, ethereal silver, and soft, glowing blue, emphasizing her control over the play of light and shadow and the magical nature of her art. Dramatic cinematic lighting casts stark shadows and soft highlights, accentuating the fluid lines of her pose and the ethereal grace of her performance. The image combines advanced digital artistry techniques, including ray tracing, dynamic cloth simulation, and realistic lighting effects, with mixed-media digital painting. Every element is brought to life in UHD resolution, showcasing her as a powerful yet elegant shadow puppeteer, blending the aesthetics of gothic beauty, ethereal magic, and a mastery of illusion in one extraordinary full-body composition.

9 months ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of a captivating shadow puppeteer woman, radiating ethereal grace and a mysterious charm with a monochromatic and dimly lit palette. She poses with a subtle elegance, her form exuding both a captivating presence and the ability to manipulate shadows and light, creating intricate and mesmerizing illusions. She wears a modern, flowing gown crafted from dark, sheer fabrics, interwoven with light-absorbing threads and subtle, glowing accents, in a mix of deep blacks, subtle grays, ethereal silvers, and hints of soft, glowing blues, creating a ghostly and captivating contrast. The gown features intricate patterns that mimic the flow of shadow, flexible fabrics that seem to absorb and reflect light, and embedded crystals that enhance her ability to manipulate shadows, designed for both ethereal beauty and her control over the illusionary world. Her photorealistic face exudes a calm focus and a mysterious allure, with delicate features and piercing gray eyes that seem to observe the shifting patterns of light and shadow and the many possibilities of illusion. Her long, black hair is styled in a loose, flowing manner, adorned with delicate silver ornaments, spectral ribbons, and tiny glowing orbs that seem to capture and manipulate the surrounding light and shadow, creating a hauntingly beautiful hairstyle. Ethereal tattoos in glowing silver and black patterns swirl along her arms, face, and neck, adding a mysterious and ethereal charm. She holds a set of handcrafted shadow puppets that seem to move on their own and a lantern that can manipulate the flow of light and create intricate illusions, ready to entrance and captivate with her shadow dance and spectral tales. The background is a vivid combination of a dimly lit theater and swirling, abstract shadows in hues of deep black, subtle gray, ethereal silver, and soft, glowing blue, emphasizing her control over the play of light and shadow and the magical nature of her art. Dramatic cinematic lighting casts stark shadows and soft highlights, accentuating the fluid lines of her pose and the ethereal grace of her performance. The image combines advanced digital artistry techniques, including ray tracing, dynamic cloth simulation, and realistic lighting effects, with mixed-media digital painting. Every element is brought to life in UHD resolution, showcasing her as a powerful yet elegant shadow puppeteer, blending the aesthetics of gothic beauty, ethereal magic, and a mastery of illusion in one extraordinary full-body composition.

7 months ago

Jesus walking on the beach, not walking on the water, but clearly on the beach next to the water. The perspective will be from behind Jesus as he walks along the beach. Move it a little closer to Jesus so it takes up more space in the frame. In the following example you can see one of the palms of his hands and you can see the sole of one of his feet. Paint a small hole clearly visible in the center of her hand and in the center of her foot she has holes in her hands and feet where nails would have been pierced but light appears in her. This is a painting of the RISEN LORD. golden colors and light shine golden light from pleyada starsand from the heaart golden light conecting . colors, ethereal lighting, exaggerated proportions, immersive and captivating visual storytelling, mesmerizing and intricate patterns, rich textures and depth, creator, fantasy elements, imaginative and vibrant world, emotional and dramatic scenes --ar 4:5 --s 250

6 months ago

Jesus walking on the beach, not walking on the water, but clearly on the beach next to the water. The perspective will be from behind Jesus as he walks along the beach. Move it a little closer to Jesus so it takes up more space in the frame. In the following example you can see one of the palms of his hands and you can see the sole of one of his feet. Paint a small hole clearly visible in the center of her hand and in the center of her foot she has holes in her hands and feet where nails would have been pierced but light appears in her. This is a painting of the RISEN LORD. golden colors and light shine golden light from pleyada starsand from the heaart golden light conecting . colors, ethereal lighting, exaggerated proportions, immersive and captivating visual storytelling, mesmerizing and intricate patterns, rich textures and depth, creator, fantasy elements, imaginative and vibrant world, emotional and dramatic scenes --ar 4:5 --s 250

3 months ago

An illustration of a knight and a lady frozen in the moment before a kiss. The image is created with black ink and coffee-stained washes, capturing the sepia warmth of longing. Their foreheads nearly touch, eyes closed, as if time itself holds its breath. The lady’s lips are painted a deep red, the only color in the image. Around them, nothing moves — as though the world knows how sacred the silence is. Style keywords: ink and coffee wash, medieval lovers, romantic pause, vintage tones, red lips, unspoken love, frozen moment, sepia romance

2 months ago

djrny-v4 style, score_13, score_28_up, score_37_up, a professional photo of a (age 11) most beautiful short eared elf girl in the world, in a highly detailed, (flawless anatomy), (masterpiece), (realistic), (Full body), (facing the viewer) with extra long, extremely long thick chestnut blonde hair rope braid, beautifully flawless olive skin, thick black eye liner, extra long eye lashes, light pink blush, extremely beautifully shaped lips with light pink lipstick, black eye shadow, beautiful perfect high cheekbones beautiful perfect high cheekbones extremely detailed perfectly shaped beautiful brilliant Forest Tea blue-brown-golden-grey-purple eyes, beautifully manicured fingernail with pink polish, dressed in style World of Warcraft blood priestess, moving through eleven palace , magical, mystical, high depth of field, gentle expression, created with Unreal Engine 5 and Octane Render, high resolution photography, intricate details, ultra-sharp focus. --v 6.1 (best quality, 8k,high res,masterpiece:1.2),ultra-detailed, (realistic, photo realistic, photo-realistic:1.37), (high res),ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, front view, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic light Perfect graphics, ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, full image view, full body view, front view

2 months ago

djrny-v4 style, score_13, score_28_up, score_37_up, a professional realistic photo of a (age 7) most beautiful short eared elf girl in the world, in a highly detailed, (flawless anatomy), (masterpiece), (realistic), (viewing full body), (facing the viewer) with extra long, extremely long thick chestnut blonde hair rope braid, beautifully flawless olive skin, thick black eye liner, extra long eye lashes, light pink blush, extremely beautifully shaped lips with light pink lipstick, black eye shadow, beautiful perfect high cheekbones beautiful perfect high cheekbones extremely detailed perfectly shaped beautiful brilliant Forest Tea blue-brown-golden-grey-purple eyes, beautifully manicured fingernail with pink polish, dressed in style World of Warcraft blood priestess, moving through eleven palace , magical, mystical, high depth of field, gentle expression, created with Unreal Engine 5 and Octane Render, high resolution photography, intricate details, ultra-sharp focus. --v 6.1 (best quality, 8k,high res,masterpiece:1.2),ultra-detailed, (realistic, photo realistic, photo-realistic:1.37), (high res),ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, front view, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic light Perfect graphics, ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, full image view, full body view, front view

8 months ago

A lone figure sits bathed in the soft, flickering glow of a starship cabin, shoulders heavy with the weight of a lifetime that never was. The universe outside the viewport is an endless abyss, speckled with distant stars, yet in this moment, he is entirely alone. A single overhead light casts a gentle, golden illumination on his face, highlighting the silent tears tracing lines of grief down his cheeks. The shadows of the room stretch long and deep, enveloping everything except for the delicate artifact in his hands—a simple, well-worn flute, its polished surface catching the light with a quiet reverence. The illumination subtly shifts, as if responding to the weight of his sorrow—soft highlights glisten on his fingertips as they gently trace the contours of the instrument, a memory made tangible. A cool, blue glow from the ship’s control panels faintly reflects off the metal walls, emphasizing the vast sterility of his present against the warmth of the past. The flute’s presence, however, remains bathed in warm light, a contrast that suggests something more than an object—an anchor to a life erased by time. This is a moment where memory and reality blur into one, where light and shadow mirror the ache of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. The soft glow on his features is not just illumination—it is the warmth of love long gone, the fading embers of a world that exists only in his heart. The universe moves on, unaware—but for him, a melody remains, flickering like a candle in the dark, an echo of a life that will never fade.

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.

4 months ago

A woman walks alone through a busy suburban town, her figure bathed in the subdued light of an overcast day that seems to cast a somber mood over everything around her. Her face is slim and heart-shaped, with bangs cut straight across her forehead - as she looks down at something off to the side, her head is tilted forward in a way that's both introspective and private. A thin body clad in baggy low-cut t-shirt seems to blend seamlessly into the surrounding environment, but as she moves, the fabric appears to stretch tight over her chest in a way that's just a little too revealing - giving off a sense of subtle sensuality that's hard to ignore. Long black hair falls down her back like a waterfall of night itself, while baggy capri pants seem to envelop her legs in a way that's both relaxed and carefree. A white shirt with short sleeves seems to provide a jarring contrast to the dark tones of the t-shirt and hair - as she walks toward you, the subtle texture of the fabric appears to catch the faint light in a way that's almost mesmerizing. A bag hangs from her shoulder like a weight, giving off a sense of burden or responsibility that seems to weigh heavily on her mind. Sandals seem to be the only thing holding her feet to the ground as she moves - every detail seems to whisper a sense of quiet introspection and contemplation, as if this woman is caught up in some private world of her own creation: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

6 months ago

"A cinematic, painterly scene of a stunning woman with expressive eyes, sitting at an old desk in warm lantern light. Her head gently tilts side to side, eyes looking around curiously, lips parting slightly as if speaking. Her hair flows and moves naturally as if a mysterious breeze is circling the room. She lifts one hand slowly and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, while her other hand gently taps the desk. The lantern light flickers vividly, casting dancing shadows on the textured walls. Her blouse sleeves ripple and move, enhancing the sense of life within the painting. The entire scene breathes with motion, as if she’s coming alive inside a timeless, oil-painted world."

2 months ago

Create an image of a Hound of Tindalos, a terrifying creature from cosmic horror lore. The creature should be composed of sharp, impossible angles and lines that defy normal geometry, giving it an unsettling and otherworldly appearance. Its form should appear as if made from the essence of darkness, absorbing light and reason. The eyes of the Hound of Tindalos should be deep, bottomless abysses reflecting horrors from distant, forgotten worlds where mad gods reign. Its mouth should be twisted into an eternal snarl, revealing jagged, unnatural teeth. The creature should be depicted in a setting that suggests it is moving through the angles of time and space, perhaps emerging from a distorted, non-Euclidean landscape. The background should evoke a sense of broken reality, with warped perspectives and impossible architecture. The overall atmosphere should be one of dread and despair, capturing the fragility of human perception and the terrifying unknown that lies beyond. The image should be dark and eerie, with a color palette dominated by deep blacks, shadowy blues, and sickly greens to enhance the sense of horror and unease.

5 months ago

Visualize a small, luminescent creature nestled within the glowing roots of an ancient Echo-tree. Its body is rounded and sturdy like a panda’s, yet soft and compact like a koala curled in repose. Its violet mist-fur ripples gently with streaks of wonderlight — glowing with hues of sapphire, rose-gold, and teal that dance like starlight through its coat. The face is gentle, with panda-like indigo markings that draw the gaze to calm, silver-blue eyes — deep wells of kindness and memory. Rounded koala ears twitch gently, reacting not to sound, but to emotion in the mist. Its mossy brush-tail trails glowing pollenlight as it moves with reverent care. As the Murumellight hums, the ground responds — opening shimmering burrows laced with dreamroots and memoryblossoms. A young traveler curls beside it, and for a moment, the world forgets sorrow. Lighting: Bioluminescent aura, pollenlight halos, pastel dreamglow Style: Sacred serenity, woodland fantasy, emotional surrealism Emotion: Comfort, belonging, the moment before safe sleep

6 months ago

An award-winning double exposure oil painting masterpiece centered around a goth woman with striking dark makeup and a hauntingly beautiful black owl perched on her shoulder. Her eyes, heavily lined with shadow, seem to pierce the viewer, but within her form, the double exposure reveals a mystical fusion of both human and animal. The owl’s wings stretch elegantly across her silhouette, their dark feathers blending with the shadows in her hair and the intricate lace of her gothic attire. The bird’s gaze mirrors hers, deep and penetrating, while its feathers seem to ripple into the background, becoming part of a moonlit night scene. The background is a surreal blend of forest and night sky—dense trees woven with mist and hidden secrets, where the moon casts a soft glow over a field of delicate, dark flowers. The owl’s wings stretch across the night, filling the negative space with a quiet yet powerful presence, as though both the woman and the owl are creatures of the same shadowed world. The palette is rich in deep purples, midnight blues, charcoal blacks, and silver highlights—evoking the mystery and elegance of the goth aesthetic. Brushwork is fluid yet precise, giving the sense that the woman and owl are one, moving together in perfect harmony, their fates entwined by the night. Themes of mysticism, unity between human and nature, and the secrets of the night are explored, with an emotional undertone of solitude and strength. This painting is not just a portrait but an exploration of the deep connection between darkness, the natural world, and the soul.

9 months ago

A hooded man shinobi and a black and red Chinese dragon through a cosmic galaxy, portrayed in a mesmerizing digital illustration. The dragon moves with strength and grace, its scales dark and red with blood. The image is a stunning blend of ancient legend and futuristic wonder, capturing the essence of adventure and mystique. Every detail is meticulously crafted, drawing viewers into a world of enchantment and awe.