Those filled with fear prompts

9 months ago

An awe-inspiring scene of Jesus Christ standing at the bow of a small, weathered fishing boat amidst a raging storm on the Sea of Galilee. His dark, wavy hair flows wildly in the fierce wind, and his expression is calm yet filled with divine authority. His features reflect those of the Levantine people, with olive-toned skin and sharp, compassionate eyes that seem to pierce through the chaos surrounding him. Around him, his disciples cower in fear, clutching the sides of the boat as towering waves crash against it, drenching them in seawater. The sky above is a swirling tempest of dark storm clouds, illuminated by flashes of lightning, casting dramatic shadows across the scene. The water churns violently, the peaks of the waves glowing faintly with the reflected light of the storm. Jesus stands tall, his arm raised, commanding the storm to cease. His flowing robe, drenched by the rain, clings to his frame, while his outstretched hand radiates a soft, golden light, symbolizing divine power and serenity. Around him, the chaotic winds and torrential rain begin to still, as the water calms at his feet, a circle of tranquility emanating outward from his presence. The contrast between the violent storm and the divine calm creates a breathtaking composition. The light from Jesus’s hand casts a soft glow on the terrified faces of his disciples and reflects on the wet wood of the boat, adding depth and texture to the scene. The background transitions from the dark, churning clouds to a faint, warm light breaking through the storm, symbolizing hope and the power of faith. This cinematic depiction captures the raw power of nature and the divine intervention of Christ, creating a dynamic interplay of light, shadow, and emotion. The intricate details of the storm, the textures of the boat, and the expressions of the disciples emphasize the humanity and divinity of this epic biblical moment

9 months ago

A young beatiful woman with wide, astonished eyes sits cross-legged on a wooden floor, holding a magic book. As she reads, glowing golden letters float out of the pages, transforming into shimmering, translucent skulls and creatures. The room is filled with an ethereal light, and the words seem to sing as they take on physical form. Her expression is a mix of fear and wonder as the magic unfolds around her.

3 months ago

a highly detailed, hyper-realistic red hot ketchup horror portrait of a terrifying humanoid creature. The figure has no visible eyes, a smooth, bald head, and an unnaturally large, gaping mouth filled with long, sharp, uneven teeth. The mouth area is grotesquely deformed, with torn, rotting, and wet flesh textures that blend into the lower face. The skin is rough, scarred, and slick with an oily, decayed texture. The creature's shoulders and upper torso are emaciated and sinewy, appearing almost skeletal with stretched, wrinkled skin. The atmosphere is dimly lit with high contrast, casting deep shadows across its form. Use a moody, cinematic lighting style reminiscent of classic horror photography. The expression should evoke fear, dread, and unnatural stillness. The background is abstract and foggy to keep the focus on the creature. Composition: portrait orientation, subject centered

29 days ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

6 months ago

A cinematic slow-motion video of Jesus walking on stormy water at night, based on John 6:15–21. Viewed from behind, Jesus wears flowing ancient Middle Eastern robes as He walks calmly across the turbulent sea. One glowing hand with a crucifixion mark is visible, and the sole of His foot reveals a shining wound. Waves crash around Him, but the water beneath His feet is calm. A small wooden boat with 10 terrified disciples rocks in the waves as they watch Jesus approach. Their faces are filled with awe and fear. Jesus raises His hand slightly as He says, 'It is I; do not be afraid.' Lightning flickers in the background clouds, and soft beams of heavenly light break through, creating an ethereal divine glow around Him. Use realistic animation, volumetric lighting, cinematic camera movement, shallow depth of field, subtle lens flares, and dramatic slow motion.

7 months ago

A regal figure, cloaked in a liquid gold mantle, clutches **four crystalline pentacles**, their fingers gripping them with both reverence and fear. Their lower body dissolves into petrified stone, symbolizing the weight of material attachment. Behind them, a golden celestial city shimmers in the distance, inviting yet unreachable. The air is filled with floating contrite gemstones and spiraling amethyst shards, representing the paradox of holding onto wealth versus allowing its flow. Salvador Dalí-inspired surrealism, cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed, radiant golden reflections, dreamlike mysticism, cinematic 4K. --avoid: blurry, distorted faces, unrealistic reflections, stretched proportions, low-resolution, oversaturated hues, floating artifacts, artificial lighting, low-poly, watermark, text artifacts.

8 months ago

A terrifying **shadowy humanoid creature**, towering ominously behind a **chain-link fence**, silhouetted against a dark, overcast sky. Its elongated limbs, hunched posture, and grotesquely distorted facial features create an unsettling, monstrous presence. The creature's **skin appears rough and decayed**, with patches of **thin, matted fur** covering its skeletal frame. Its mouth is slightly open, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, and its **hollow, sunken eyes** radiate an eerie, predatory menace. The **chain-link fence** in the foreground adds a layer of depth and realism, emphasizing the idea of a **forbidden or restricted area**, as if the creature has been **trapped or recently escaped**. The perspective is from the viewpoint of an observer standing behind the fence, adding an element of suspense and fear, as though witnessing something out of a **dark horror film or nightmare**. The **background is a desolate landscape**, featuring twisted, barren trees reaching toward the sky, their **gnarled branches devoid of leaves**, enhancing the **apocalyptic, eerie atmosphere**. The **sky is filled with thick, heavy clouds**, casting an ominous, bluish-gray hue over the entire scene. The air appears **cold and misty**, with subtle fog rolling over the distant ground. Rendered in a **cinematic horror style**, this image captures **ultra-realistic textures, dramatic lighting, and deep shadows**, intensifying the **nightmarish, otherworldly** ambiance. The composition evokes feelings of **dread, isolation, and impending doom**, making the viewer feel like they’ve stumbled upon something they were never meant to see.

7 months ago

A hyper realistic, wide angle photo of a dark, lightning filled, tornadic super cell thunderstorm crosses the Plains of Kansas at sunset. The scene is from a distance so the sun shinning eastern area is not covered by the ominous dark thunderstorm. The mixing of the sunset and thunderstorm creates beautiful coloring while keeping that sense of fear of the tornado. The scene is in 8K, extremely detailed, and highest quality masterpiece.

6 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

9 months ago

"Princess Leia Organa, clad in her flowing white gown and iconic cinnamon-bun hairstyle, moves with urgency through the dimly lit, smoke-filled corridor of the Tantive IV. The air is thick with the tension of an impending Imperial boarding, punctuated by the distant echoes of blaster fire and the rhythmic pounding of stormtrooper boots. Her elegant but determined demeanor contrasts with the chaos around her. Her dark, resolute eyes scan the surroundings as she kneels down next to the astromech droid, R2-D2, whose dome-shaped head swivels to face her with a faint series of beeps and whistles. In her delicate yet determined hands, Leia holds a small, silver data disk—its polished surface gleaming faintly in the sporadic flicker of emergency lights. The disk contains vital information: the stolen plans for the Empire's deadly weapon, the Death Star. Her fingers tremble slightly, not with fear but with the weight of the responsibility she bears. She leans in closer to R2, her expression a mixture of defiance and hope, as she presses a hidden release on the droid's front panel. The small compartment on R2's dome slides open with a soft mechanical hiss, revealing a slot illuminated by a faint blue glow. The droid emits a sequence of chirps, as if acknowledging the gravity of the moment. Leia, her brow furrowed in concentration, carefully inserts the disk into the slot. A quiet click resounds as the disk locks into place, the soft glow intensifying briefly before dimming. Leia lingers for a second, resting a hand gently on R2’s dome, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘You must get this to Obi-Wan Kenobi,’ she says, her tone resolute yet laced with urgency. ‘This is our only hope.’ R2 beeps a series of reassuring tones, as if pledging to fulfill her request. Without hesitation, Leia rises to her feet, her flowing gown swirling around her as she glances back toward the distant sound of approaching troopers. Her heart races, but her resolve is unshaken. Turning to flee into the shadows, she disappears down the corridor, leaving R2-D2 to carry the galaxy's most critical secret into the unknown."

8 months ago

A close-up of a young, handsome man with a powerful presence, looking directly into the camera. His face is filled with deep emotions—fear, determination, and introspection—as shadows and soft light play across his features. The background is dark and moody, with hints of mist and faint silhouettes of trees, creating an atmospheric contrast. The intensity of his expression reflects the inner turmoil and mystery of the song, drawing the viewer into his emotional journey. The lighting is dramatic, highlighting the contours of his face while keeping the atmosphere ominous and charged with tension.

8 months ago

sign a captivating, abstract piece of dark art that illustrates the fragmented reality of schizophrenia. Incorporate multiple, distorted faces emerging from a chaotic background filled with vibrant colors clashing with dark hues. Focus on hyperrealistic details in the eyes of the figures, which convey confusion and fear. The composition should be visually striking, with a mix of 4K resolution clarity and surreal elements blending reality and illusion, capturing the complexity of the mind

4 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

8 months ago

Summon a hauntingly cinematic vision of Baba Yaga, the ancient witch of the dark forests, feared and revered across the ages. The scene unfolds deep within a mist-covered, cursed woodland, where twisted, skeletal trees loom overhead, their branches forming eerie claw-like shapes. A flickering, spectral light moves through the fog, revealing a crumbling wooden hut standing on massive, grotesque bird-like legs, shifting and creaking as if alive. 🔹 The Witch Appears. From the shadows, Baba Yaga emerges, cloaked in tattered robes infused with black magic, woven with the threads of time itself. Her face is gaunt, yet powerful, her glowing, hollowed eyes pierce the darkness, ancient knowledge burning within them. Long, wiry white hair floats around her like strands of spectral mist, and her gnarled hands, adorned with enchanted rings, clutch a twisted staff, pulsing with eerie, greenish energy. 🔹 The Atmosphere Darkens. The ground cracks beneath her bare feet, roots twisting unnaturally in her wake. A cauldron bubbles nearby, filled with a swirling, glowing elixir that emits a ghostly green vapor. Whispers of trapped souls echo through the trees, their faint outlines flickering in and out of existence. Ravens caw from the treetops, their eyes glowing like embers in the abyss. 🔹 A Sinister Presence. Her long, bony fingers trace symbols in the air, weaving spells that send tendrils of black smoke spiraling through the trees, coiling around unseen forces lurking in the shadows. The very air trembles as she mutters an incantation in an ancient, forgotten tongue, her voice both terrifying and mesmerizing. 🔹 The Final Omen. Suddenly, the forest is silent, an unnatural stillness taking hold. Baba Yaga turns her head slowly, her piercing gaze locking onto the viewer, as if sensing their presence. The wind howls, the mist swirls, and the hut shifts once more—a sign that she is always watching, always waiting. The screen fades to black, leaving only the inscription, written in glowing, cryptic runes: 🔥 Beware the Witch of the Woods. Beware… Baba Yaga. 🔥

4 months ago

A powerful, emotional dystopian sci-fi scene set in the ruins of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station. A catastrophic explosion has just ripped through the complex. A group of futuristic survivors dressed in worn-out exo-suits, with glowing implants and cracked visors are running through a massive, crumbling chamber. Gigantic concrete walls have collapsed. Water pours from broken pipes overhead, creating reflective pools on the scorched ground. Fires burn along twisted metal structures, casting chaotic shadows. Thick smoke swirls through flickering blue and red emergency lights. Sparks fly as high-voltage cables snap and writhe like serpents, discharging bursts of electricity. Suddenly, a massive figure emerges, a Chernobyl Security Enforcer in bulky power armour, his helmet glowing with crimson sensors. He raises a heavy, shoulder-mounted laser weapon and begins firing on the fleeing survivors. Panic and fear fill the faces of the runners as they dodge fire and falling debris.

29 days ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

29 days ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

29 days ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

6 months ago

A brightly dressed, fragile young man falling backwards into an endless dark void, expression filled with fear, desperation, and vulnerability. His colorful, eccentric clothes swirl around him, caught in motion. Screaming, eyes wide, reaching for something to hold on to. Abstract, surreal background with swirling shadows and deep blues, hints of neon light, emotional intensity, high detail, cinematic lighting, expressionist digital painting, chaotic but poetic mood, inspired by inner turmoil and longing for change.

6 months ago

A brightly dressed, fragile young man falling backwards into an endless dark void, expression filled with fear, desperation, and vulnerability. His colorful, eccentric clothes swirl around him, caught in motion. Screaming, eyes wide, reaching for something to hold on to. Abstract, surreal background with swirling shadows and deep blues, hints of neon light, emotional intensity, high detail, cinematic lighting, expressionist digital painting, chaotic but poetic mood, inspired by inner turmoil and longing for change.

6 months ago

A brightly dressed, fragile young man falling backwards into an endless dark void, expression filled with fear, desperation, and vulnerability. His colorful, eccentric clothes swirl around him, caught in motion. Screaming, eyes wide, reaching for something to hold on to. Abstract, surreal background with swirling shadows and deep blues, hints of neon light, emotional intensity, high detail, cinematic lighting, expressionist digital painting, chaotic but poetic mood, inspired by inner turmoil and longing for change. mach ordentliche augen.

6 months ago

A brightly dressed, fragile young man falling backwards into an endless dark void, expression filled with fear, desperation, and vulnerability. His colorful, eccentric clothes swirl around him, caught in motion. Screaming, eyes wide, reaching for something to hold on to. Abstract, surreal background with swirling shadows and deep blues, hints of neon light, emotional intensity, high detail, cinematic lighting, expressionist digital painting, chaotic but poetic mood, inspired by inner turmoil and longing for change.

6 months ago

Prompt for Ultra HD 8K Realistic Image: "Rabbit’s Courage in a Stormy Sea" "Create an ultra HD 8K realistic image of a small, fluffy white rabbit in the midst of a stormy sea, showcasing a moment of courage and hope. The rabbit, with soft, wet fur glistening with raindrops, clings tightly to a floating plastic bottle in a turbulent ocean, its large, expressive eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. The sea around it is rough, with dark, churning waves crashing against the bottle, and heavy rain pours from a sky filled with ominous gray clouds, illuminated by a distant flash of lightning. The rabbit’s tiny ears are pinned back against the wind, and its fur is hyper-realistic, with every strand visible, soaked and shimmering in the stormy light. In a unique twist, the rabbit holds a tiny, glowing seashell in its mouth—a magical token that emits a faint blue light, symbolizing hope and guidance. In the background, a faint silhouette of a distant island with a lighthouse emerges through the storm, hinting at safety and rescue. The ocean’s texture, the raindrops, and the stormy sky are rendered in stunning 8K detail, capturing the raw power of nature and the rabbit’s brave struggle. The overall atmosphere is dramatic yet inspiring, evoking themes of resilience, hope, and survival, perfect for a story about a rabbit’s courageous journey to teach a moral lesson about never giving up."

3 months ago

A dark, abandoned 3D haunted mansion at night, with broken windows and flickering lights. Inside the building, ghostly figures and shadowy demons (afarit) are lurking in the halls, glowing red eyes, some floating mid-air. Mist and cold fog crawling across the floor. Eerie, otherworldly light leaking from beneath a closed door. The air is filled with a sense of fear and panic, as if terrifying screams and whispers echo through the walls. Cinematic lighting, high detail, ultra-realistic 3D rendering, horror atmosphere."