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Prompt by Pulsar212121

and a presence just beyond the frame prompts

very few results

4 months ago

Worm's-eye architectural view high angle half body photo of a 24-year-old Igbo-Slovak female chic Parisian woman with a Resource concealment strategy with face revealing complex calculation beyond simple hiding impulse, eyes methodically evaluating environmental integration possibilities, subtle satisfaction indicators at effective camouflage achievement, expression showing strategic thinking transcending immediate security concerns. facial expression. She has Full-body thermal regulation tattoos featuring specialized symbols that indicate optimal body positioning for different weather conditions wrapped around every limb and joint, skin has developed unusual mottled appearance from variable blood vessel dilation adapted into the design, strategic scarification creates insulative air pocket patterns across entire surface, face bearing emotional control reminders, hands tattooed with water quality testing methods.. The skin pores and texture are clearly visible and in focus. Her Large curved line eyes, Silky, deep purple eyes, framed by long, elegant eyelashes. Her haircut is Tactical buzz cut with entire head shaved to quarter-inch length, eliminating hair as vector for parasites or contaminants, requires minimal water for cleaning, offers no grip point for combat situations, reveals cooling points at base of skull.. Her eyebrows are neatly shaped, complementing her delicate facial features. Her body is Tight skin over the upper chest with firm, subtle muscle contours, small breast, toned abs, Female Bodybuilding style. She wears Retrofitted police tactical vest cut down to cover only upper chest, weight reduced by removing ballistic materials, institutional markings deliberately obscured with mud and paint, straps adjusted for desert mobility., midriff, Retrofitted basketball shorts with elasticity degraded and reinforced with woven plastic strips, waistband deliberately lowered, team colors faded from vibrant to subtle earth tones, ventilation holes added in grid pattern along sides., In the background Industrial freezer complex converted into a heavily insulated living environment offering rare relief from extreme heat, power generation focuses exclusively on maintaining the cooling systems, residency is determined through complex contribution metrics with cooling access strictly timed and allocated, the surrounding area has become a scorched wasteland making the facility a critical regional refuge.. She stands Safe Passage Negotiator position with body positioned between territorial groups creating neutral intermediary presence, stance carefully balanced presenting neither weakness nor threat, hands engaged in established diplomatic gestures, facial muscles controlled revealing neither fear nor aggression., looking to the camera. She is positioned on the left side in the frame by the rule of thirds. The weather is Flash floods from sudden intense localized rainfall creating walls of water 20 feet high that race through bone-dry watersheds, carrying away everything in their path with no warning, the water heavily laden with debris and often toxic from collecting industrial residues, evaporating completely within hours leaving mud-caked ruins.. the model is lighted with soft natural lighting in the style of Raven Frost

6 months ago

An award-winning oil painting masterpiece of gothic horror, drenched in dread and decay, depicting a deeply disturbing, broken antique doll abandoned in the rotting attic of a long-forgotten house. The doll sits slumped against a crumbling wooden beam, its body shattered in places—one arm missing, porcelain skull cracked wide open to reveal the hollow black within. Jagged fractures run down its face like veins, and from its single remaining eye, a glassy stare glints with unnatural awareness. Its dress, once delicate lace, hangs in tatters—stained with water damage, soot, and something darker. Mold creeps across the fabric in blotches of sickly green and grey. Strands of coarse hair cling to its scalp, damp and matted. A faint trail of something red and dry streaks down its chin, and its grin—half-formed, half-split—is too wide, too human. The room around it is soaked in dampness and decay. The wallpaper peels in curled sheets, revealing blackened, mold-covered boards beneath. The ceiling sags with rot, and rainwater drips slowly from a rusted pipe in the corner, pooling into a warped floorboard that has split open like a wound. The light is minimal—just a faint, sickly greenish glow leaking through a broken window veiled with grime, casting long shadows that twist unnaturally. The palette is dank and heavy—deep, desaturated hues of mildew green, rotting wood brown, ashen grey, and blood-maroon. The brushwork is thick, expressive, and moody, every stroke enhancing the feeling of moist air, silence, and a presence just beyond the frame. The overall effect is suffocating and magnetic—a visual whisper from the darker corners of memory and imagination. A chilling, unforgettable oil masterpiece—where the doll doesn’t just sit, but lingers

8 months ago

A lone figure sits in the dim glow of a starship cabin, his silhouette framed by the vast, endless void of space beyond the panoramic window. His shoulders sag under the crushing weight of a lifetime that never was, a sorrow deeper than time itself. The cabin is illuminated just enough light to see the lone figure and the ghostly blue luminescence of distant stars, casting long, soft-edged shadows. In his hands, he cradles a simple yet profoundly meaningful artifact—a well-worn flute, its polished surface dulled by the passage of time and the warmth of a thousand memories. His fingers trace its delicate engravings, the only tangible link to a past erased by fate. His face, lined with grief, is streaked with silent tears that glisten in the low light. His expression is one of quiet devastation—the agony of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. As he lifts the flute to his lips, a soft, ethereal melody drifts into the air, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. The haunting tune lingers, filling the sterile cabin with something profoundly human—a love and a life that once were, now existing only in this fragile moment. The atmosphere is heavy with nostalgia, the intangible presence of lost souls lingering like whispers in the void. Outside the starship, the universe stretches infinitely, stars pulsing like distant memories, nebulae swirling in cosmic blues and violets, a breathtaking contrast to the intimate sorrow within. This is a scene of quiet contemplation, where time stands still, and the weight of history is held in a single note. **Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed textures, emotional depth, sci-fi realism, moody atmosphere, dramatic composition, ultra-HD 8K resolution, subtle interplay of warm and cool light sources, vertical aspect ratio, evocative storytelling.**

6 months ago

A towering, 11-foot-tall guardian stands imposingly in front of a colossal, ornate gate carved into the face of a mountain. The gate is ancient and majestic, adorned with intricate reliefs of mythical battles and glowing runes that pulse faintly with golden light. The guardian clutches his massive, magical greatsword (1.5) with both hands, the blade’s tip resting lightly against the ground. The sword radiates a faint, otherworldly glow, its steel engraved with intricate Arabic inscriptions (1.3) that shimmer and shift like living magic. The runes pulse faintly in hues of gold and white, as if alive with ancient power, casting a soft glow that illuminates the guardian’s massive frame. The guardian’s presence is commanding and awe-inspiring. His muscular body, forged through countless battles, is clad in rich purple garments (1.2) trimmed with golden threads, the fabric flowing lightly in the breeze. A golden belt (0.8) with ornate patterns cinches his waist, the intricate craftsmanship suggesting divine origins. Around his thick, powerful neck hangs a massive steel chain (1.3), its links worn and weathered, each one bearing marks of age and strength. His long, Viking-styled hair (1.2) cascades over his broad shoulders, framing his great beard (1.5), which is intricately braided and glimmers faintly in the light. His piercing eyes (1.5), glowing faintly with a cold, icy intensity, strike fear into all who meet his gaze, as though they peer directly into the soul. The scene is alive with subtle, magical energy. Around the sword’s blade, faint arcs of golden light (1.2) ripple and flicker, forming a delicate aura that crackles like restrained lightning. The air around the guardian is heavy, charged with a divine power that seems to bend the very atmosphere. The ground beneath his feet is cracked and scorched, as if unable to bear the weight of his presence. In the background, the gate looms higher than any mortal construction, its glowing runes and faint whispers of magic emphasizing its connection to realms beyond. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic, with the faint glow of the sword and gate runes casting warm golden highlights across the guardian’s muscular form and purple garments. The shadows that stretch behind him are deep and foreboding, creating a stark contrast that amplifies his commanding presence. The environment is desolate yet sacred—winds howl softly through the barren terrain, carrying faint whispers, and distant storm clouds gather, streaked with flashes of silent lightning, as though the heavens themselves acknowledge his might. The composition centers the guardian and his greatsword, emphasizing his towering size and commanding aura. The viewer’s gaze is drawn from the glowing inscriptions on the blade, up through his massive frame, to his piercing eyes and the ancient gate behind him. The entire scene breathes power, fear, and reverence, encapsulating the might of a being that guards the threshold to another world.

8 months ago

A lone figure sits in the dim glow of a starship cabin, his silhouette framed by the vast, endless void of space beyond the panoramic window. His shoulders sag under the crushing weight of a lifetime that never was, a sorrow deeper than time itself. The cabin is sparsely illuminated by flickering console lights and the ghostly blue luminescence of distant stars, casting long, soft-edged shadows. In his hands, he cradles a simple yet profoundly meaningful artifact—a well-worn flute, its polished surface dulled by the passage of time and the warmth of a thousand memories. His fingers trace its delicate engravings, the only tangible link to a past erased by fate. His face, lined with grief, is streaked with silent tears that glisten in the low light. His expression is one of quiet devastation—the agony of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. As he lifts the flute to his lips, a soft, ethereal melody drifts into the air, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. The haunting tune lingers, filling the sterile cabin with something profoundly human—a love and a life that once were, now existing only in this fragile moment. The atmosphere is heavy with nostalgia, the intangible presence of lost souls lingering like whispers in the void. Outside the starship, the universe stretches infinitely, stars pulsing like distant memories, nebulae swirling in cosmic blues and violets, a breathtaking contrast to the intimate sorrow within. This is a scene of quiet contemplation, where time stands still, and the weight of history is held in a single note. **Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed textures, emotional depth, sci-fi realism, moody atmosphere, dramatic composition, ultra-HD 8K resolution, subtle interplay of warm and cool light sources, vertical aspect ratio, evocative storytelling.**

8 months ago

A lone figure sits in the dim glow of a starship cabin, his silhouette framed by the vast, endless void of space beyond the panoramic window. His shoulders sag under the crushing weight of a lifetime that never was, a sorrow deeper than time itself. The cabin is illuminated just enough light to see the lone figure and the ghostly blue luminescence of distant stars, casting long, soft-edged shadows. In his hands, he cradles a simple yet profoundly meaningful artifact—a well-worn flute, its polished surface dulled by the passage of time and the warmth of a thousand memories. His fingers trace its delicate engravings, the only tangible link to a past erased by fate. His face, lined with grief, is streaked with silent tears that glisten in the low light. His expression is one of quiet devastation—the agony of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. As he lifts the flute to his lips, a soft, ethereal melody drifts into the air, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. The haunting tune lingers, filling the sterile cabin with something profoundly human—a love and a life that once were, now existing only in this fragile moment. The atmosphere is heavy with nostalgia, the intangible presence of lost souls lingering like whispers in the void. Outside the starship, the universe stretches infinitely, stars pulsing like distant memories, nebulae swirling in cosmic blues and violets, a breathtaking contrast to the intimate sorrow within. This is a scene of quiet contemplation, where time stands still, and the weight of history is held in a single note. **Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed textures, emotional depth, sci-fi realism, moody atmosphere, dramatic composition, ultra-HD 8K resolution, subtle interplay of warm and cool light sources, vertical aspect ratio, evocative storytelling.**

8 months ago

A lone figure sits in the dim glow of a starship cabin, his silhouette framed by the vast, endless void of space beyond the panoramic window. His shoulders sag under the crushing weight of a lifetime that never was, a sorrow deeper than time itself. The cabin is illuminated just enough light to see the lone figure and the ghostly blue luminescence of distant stars, casting long, soft-edged shadows. In his hands, he cradles a simple yet profoundly meaningful artifact—a well-worn flute, its polished surface dulled by the passage of time and the warmth of a thousand memories. His fingers trace its delicate engravings, the only tangible link to a past erased by fate. His face, lined with grief, is streaked with silent tears that glisten in the low light. His expression is one of quiet devastation—the agony of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. As he lifts the flute to his lips, a soft, ethereal melody drifts into the air, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. The haunting tune lingers, filling the sterile cabin with something profoundly human—a love and a life that once were, now existing only in this fragile moment. The atmosphere is heavy with nostalgia, the intangible presence of lost souls lingering like whispers in the void. Outside the starship, the universe stretches infinitely, stars pulsing like distant memories, nebulae swirling in cosmic blues and violets, a breathtaking contrast to the intimate sorrow within. This is a scene of quiet contemplation, where time stands still, and the weight of history is held in a single note. **Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed textures, emotional depth, sci-fi realism, moody atmosphere, dramatic composition, ultra-HD 8K resolution, subtle interplay of warm and cool light sources, vertical aspect ratio, evocative storytelling.**

7 months ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of a celestial warrior, exuding divine power and unwavering resolve. He stands amidst swirling ethereal fog, bathed in a radiant holy glow, emanating both majestic serenity and the indomitable strength of a celestial guardian. His piercing dark eyes reflect the heavens, carrying a wisdom beyond time, while his chiseled, photorealistic face conveys an unshakable faith. Clad in a breathtaking, custom-forged armor of luminous black, soft golds, and ethereal blues, the intricate plating is crafted from pure starlight and celestial alloys, adorned with glowing angelic sigils, shimmering crystal inlays, and pulsating energy conduits. The flexible plates shift seamlessly with his movements, while integrated shields project holy barriers, enhancing his divine presence. Towering wings of pure, radiant light unfurl behind him, a fusion of protection and celestial energy. In his hands, he holds a simple cup of coffee—an intriguing contrast to his otherworldly might. His long, dark hair, adorned with silver ornaments and floating halos of divine luminescence, frames his powerful yet serene visage. Glowing, angelic tattoos in gold and blue swirl across his arms, face, and neck, pulsing with celestial energy. A massive greatsword, forged from the essence of pure starlight, radiates an aura of holy power, while an indestructible shield glows with the ability to deflect any darkness. The background reveals a fog-shrouded celestial fortress, interwoven with swirling currents of divine energy—luminous whites, soft golds, and ethereal blues dancing together in harmony. The very air shimmers with his celestial radiance. Dramatic, cinematic lighting casts ethereal highlights and deep, glowing shadows, emphasizing the intricate details of his armor, the fluid grace of his form, and the sheer magnitude of his divine presence. Rendered with cutting-edge digital artistry techniques—including V-Ray tracing, Unreal Engine 5 rendering, and Substance Painter detailing—the image achieves an unparalleled level of realism. Every element is meticulously crafted in UHD resolution, blending celestial fantasy, angelic grace, and divine power into one awe-inspiring full-body composition.

6 months ago

Ultra-realistic, 8K cinematic image of a mighty warrior angel blowing the final trumpet from the Book of Revelation. Suspended above a trembling Earth, the angel hovers midair, wings spread wide—colossal, radiant, and wreathed in divine fire. Each feather glows with sacred light, some edged with golden flame, others crackling with arcs of living lightning. His presence shakes the heavens.The angel wears gleaming, battle-worn celestial armor, inscribed with glowing Hebrew glyphs and angelic runes. The armor radiates holy fire and light, etched with starlit patterns, cosmic scars, and molten veins of divine energy. His face is both severe and serene, eyes shining with eternal wisdom and judgment. His flowing white-silver hair floats in an unseen celestial wind, shimmering with the brilliance of eternity.In his hands is the final trumpet—crafted from glowing, translucent gold, etched with prophetic markings. As he blows, the sound is visualized: concentric shockwaves ripple outward, tearing through clouds, parting skies, and shaking the heavens. Sacred symbols spin within the blast as light bends around the divine force of the trumpet’s call.Beneath him, the Earth fractures—mountains crumble, seas rise, and fire rains from above. The sky is torn open, revealing the throne of Heaven beyond, crowned in storm and light. Angelic armies, flaming seraphim, and divine beasts move in the distance through smoke and glory.Every detail is rendered in hyper-photorealistic precision: the reflections in the trumpet, the textures of armor, particles of dust and ash suspended in glowing light. Motion blur captures the divine soundwave, while cinematic lighting floods the scene with gold, crimson, and white tones. Lens flares, divine sparks, and atmosphere fill the frame with apocalyptic reverence.This is the seventh trumpet. Heaven’s final call. Judgment delivered in sound and fire, captured at the climax