and sound prompts

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the sun rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

9 months ago

In the textured realism of Simon Stålenhag, a moon-worshiping priestess sits bareback atop a silver-grey horse, her naked body illuminated by the cold, blue glow of a massive full moon (1.9) that dominates the night sky. Her long, black, messy hair cascades over her shoulders and back, catching the moonlight as it contrasts against her smooth skin. Her posture is graceful yet raw, her natural curves, including a softly rounded bubble butt (2.0), accentuated by the gentle play of light across her figure. The horse stands still at the edge of a calm, reflective lake, its muscular frame and silvery coat shimmering faintly in the moonlight. The distant shore is shrouded in a light veil of smoke (1.8), giving the landscape a mysterious and otherworldly quality. The lake itself mirrors the enormous moon above, rippling slightly from a gentle breeze and the subtle movements of the horse. Surrounding the priestess are torches planted in the ground, their tall, flickering flames casting dynamic, golden light that contrasts sharply with the moon’s cold blue glow (1.9). The interplay between the warm torchlight and the cool moonlight creates a cinematic tension, with shadows and highlights moving across her figure and the horse’s sleek coat. Across the lake, hundreds of fireflies (1.8) float and flicker, their tiny golden lights adding a sense of wonder and depth to the scene. The air feels alive with movement and sound—the crackling of torches, the soft rustle of leaves, and the faint hum of fireflies blending into the serene quiet of the night. The volumetric lighting enhances the atmospheric realism, with beams of moonlight filtering through the light smoke over the lake and intermingling with the warm torchlight. The muted earthy tones of the surrounding environment blend seamlessly with the cool blues and fiery oranges of the light sources, creating a nostalgic and sacred ambiance. The scene captures Stålenhag’s signature blend of haunting realism and mystical serenity, evoking a timeless, sacred ritual.

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands, adorned with intricately designed Ottoman rings, grip the hilt of a majestic saber as he rides through a battlefield. The camera focuses on his hands, firmly holding the sword’s handle as his steed gallops forward. His fingers, strong and poised, are wrapped around the hilt, prepared for action, while the gold and gemstone rings shimmer in the light of battle. The battlefield stretches out before him—Ottoman soldiers in shining armor and elite Janissaries form disciplined ranks, ready for the clash. The wind whips through the Sultan's velvet cloak as his boots press into the stirrups, his steed charging forward into the heart of the combat. The roar of soldiers and the sound of clashing steel fills the air as the Sultan leads his forces into battle. His eyes are focused on the chaos ahead, his hands ready to wield the sword that symbolizes his power. The sky above is filled with the smoke of cannon fire, and the field is dotted with Ottoman banners, fluttering proudly in the wind. The Sultan, undeterred by the ferocity of the conflict, remains poised, a true commander on the field. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s gloved hand rests gently on the marble railing, gazing out at the grand courtyard as the first rays of sunlight light up the stone pathways. Below, rows of palace servants and guards stand respectfully, awaiting their orders. The air is thick with the sound of morning prayers from the nearby mosque, while the ornate tiles of the courtyard sparkle in the early morning light. The Sultan’s velvet robe, embroidered with gold thread, flows as he steps forward, his boots softly tapping the stone floor. Tall minarets rise in the background, with the soft hum of the call to prayer in the air. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands rest on the ornate golden armrests of the imperial throne, adorned with detailed Ottoman rings. The camera angle focuses solely on the Sultan’s hands as they grip the armrests, fingers visible with the glint of gemstone rings. The grand, dimly lit divan room stretches out before him, with high marble pillars, intricate Ottoman tile work, and hanging tapestries depicting the empire’s history. The sound of murmured conversations and the rustling of parchment fills the air as various viziers, advisors, and generals stand in front of the throne, discussing affairs of the state. The Sultan’s fingers tap lightly on the armrest, a silent command for attention. Through the wide windows, the skyline of Istanbul can be seen, bathed in the soft glow of daylight. The golden chandeliers above cast soft light on the marble floor and the detailed embroidery on the Sultan's velvet robe, but the focus is solely on the Sultan’s hands, poised with the power to decide the fate of the empire. --ar 9:16 --s 250

7 months ago

First person POV, the male pale hands grip the reins of his majestic white horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman purple rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with silver and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the snow rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, with his beauty wife w him, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hand gently rests on the golden strands of a cariye’s hair, his rings catching the light of the grand chandelier above. The room is adorned with intricate Ottoman patterns and luxurious tapestries, its grandeur a reflection of his imperial status. The camera lingers on his hand as it tenderly brushes through her hair, the moment both intimate and commanding. The cariye sits at his feet, her eyes lowered in a gesture of quiet respect, while the soft sound of a lute echoes through the lavish chamber. The Sultan’s presence is both calming and imposing, his touch a symbol of his authority and care within this private and elegant world. --ar 9:16 --s 250

6 months ago

In a highly detailed miniature industrial scene, workers in orange safety vests and white helmets are installing large solar panels on the ground and rooftops of buildings. The setup includes cranes lifting solar panels, workers carefully guiding and securing them in place. Panels are being moved via forklifts, cranes, and small trucks—never stepped on by any workers, as they maintain proper safety and installation protocol. The environment includes storage containers, factory equipment, cement silos, and various utility vehicles moving around purposefully. The lighting is natural daylight with dynamic shadows, and the vibe is industrious and future-focused. Add subtle ambient construction sounds, the hum of machinery, occasional radio chatter, and a hopeful, inspiring background score to highlight sustainable energy progress and precision teamwork.

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings, are positioned on the ornate prayer rug in the grand courtyard of the Ottoman palace. The hands, gloved in luxury, rest gently in a prayerful position on the carpet as the Sultan prepares to perform the morning prayer (Fajr). The soft, cool marble of the palace floors can be seen beneath the hands, with the rich patterns of the prayer rug, woven with gold thread, beneath them. In the distance, through the blur of the mosque’s arched windows, the early light of dawn filters into the courtyard, casting a serene glow. The tall, marble columns of the palace rise around the Sultan as he prepares for the sacred ritual. The sound of the distant call to prayer can be heard, creating a peaceful and spiritual atmosphere. The Sultan’s hands gently grip the rug as he prepares to move into the next position for his prayer. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands rest on the golden armrests of a majestic throne, positioned in the heart of a vast battlefield. The camera focuses on his hands, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings, gripping the armrests with a sense of calm authority. In the distance, through the blur of the Sultan’s perspective, rows of Ottoman soldiers stand at attention: atlı okçular, infantry, and elite Janissary soldiers, all in perfect formation, their weapons at the ready. Turkish flags flutter proudly in the wind, their bold red colors waving above the troops. The battlefield stretches far ahead, with dust rising from the ground as the soldiers await the Sultan’s command. The sound of wind and the soft murmur of soldiers' voices fill the air as the Sultan, seated on his ornate throne, watches over them. The sun sets in the background, casting a golden light over the scene as the Sultan surveys the strength and readiness of his army. --ar 9:16 --s 250

6 months ago

"The Colossus Beneath the Desert" – (Primary Subject: Titanic Buried Giant Stirring Beneath Sand Dunes, 1.7 weight) — deep in an endless, wind-scoured desert, a vast ancient colossus lies half-submerged beneath dunes of golden sand, its face cracked and weathered, sculpted from stone and bone. One glowing eye now flickers to life for the first time in ten thousand years, casting a pillar of blue light through the dust-choked sky. It is waking. The scale is impossible—ridges of sand ripple for miles outward with each breath it takes. What appears to be mountains on the horizon are the curved tips of its buried fingers, slowly flexing. Its ribs form deep canyons, home to temples built by forgotten civilizations who once worshipped it as god, jailer, and weapon. Above it, a caravan of nomads has stopped. Their camels rear back in fear. The elders whisper old songs once thought metaphor. A solitary figure in ceremonial robes walks toward the eye, chanting in forgotten tongues, holding a staff that glows faintly in resonance. This is not a confrontation. It is a negotiation. The sky roils with duststorms, lit orange and violet by the setting sun. Shadows stretch long across the sand, wrapping the moment in mythic stillness. Massive stone anklets and rune-bound chains anchor the colossus deep below—their glyphs eroded, weakened. A sandstorm gathers behind it, as if the world resists its rising. Its skin is made of layered strata and fossilized memory, carved with glowing runes that flicker like fault lines. When it exhales, the wind shifts continents. Its breath is heavy with salt, iron, and ancient sound. The desert listens. Rendered in epic cinematic realism, with sweeping scale, warm atmospheric tones, and deep contrast between golden sand, cold stone, and glowing eyes. Shot through a dusty anamorphic lens, grain visible in the low sun, with volumetric light shafts and wide mythic framing. Think Dune x Dark Souls x ancient Mesopotamian apocalypse (monumental visual drama, 1.4 weight).

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s gloved hand rests gently on the marble railing, gazing out at the grand courtyard of the Ottoman palace as the first rays of sunlight light up the stone pathways. Below, rows of palace servants and guards stand respectfully, awaiting their orders. The air is thick with the sound of morning prayers from the nearby mosque, while the ornate tiles of the courtyard sparkle in the early morning light. The Sultan, dressed in a richly embroidered velvet robe, walks toward the mosque, his boots softly tapping the stone floor. Tall minarets rise in the background, with the soft hum of the call to prayer in the air. --ar 9:16 --s 250

7 months ago

First-person POV of waking up in a damp, 19th-century abandoned lighthouse tower. The camera shows your legs stretching on a tattered wool blanket, with rusty chains around your ankles. The space is dimly lit, with weathered wooden walls and a cracked, fogged window in the background. The sound of crashing waves echoes faintly, and a weak beam of sunlight filters through the misty glass. Highly realistic, gritty textures, high contrast between light and shadow

8 months ago

A monstrous, armored demon knight stands at the edge of a ruined gothic cathedral, its body wrapped in black, cracked plate armor covered in ancient infernal etchings. Its face is hidden beneath a horned, iron helmet, but behind the visor, two eerie red slits glow like dying embers. Chains dangle from its arms and shoulders, dragging across the ground as it moves, emitting an unholy rattling sound. Its clawed gauntlets grip a massive zweihänder sword, blackened with centuries of cursed energy. The ruined cathedral behind it is engulfed in an eerie crimson mist, as twisted statues of weeping angels watch in silent agony. A trail of burned earth follows in its wake, as if the very ground rejects its existence. Shadows stretch unnaturally toward it, bending in its presence, as if trying to escape the abyss that spawned it."

4 months ago

A striking woman stands alone in a worn wooden railing of an old town outdoor cafe covered by an awning - the soft light of an overcast day seems to diffuse the color around her, giving off a sense of muted tones and subtle nuances creating a slight silhouette around her. Wearing a white denim jacket with no shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up to reveal toned arms, she leans against the railing in a way that's both relaxed and carefree - as she looks away from you, her head is turned at an angle, giving off a sense of quiet contemplation. Black denim shorts seem to cling to her hips in a way that's both sensual and intimate, while shoulder-length light-brunette hair frames a face that's both delicate and fragile. Light blue eyes seem to gleam with a quiet intensity, as if they're holding a secret that only this woman knows - as she stands there, lost in thought, the world around her seems to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of you, locked in a moment of perfect understanding. Behind her, rain pours down on the street like a thousand tiny fingers - the sound is muted and distant, barely audible over the hum of the cafe itself. 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.

4 months ago

A hyper-realistic ASMR video of a man slicing a Pokeball in a modern kitchen. The background is completely black, and the focus is on the man's hands as he slowly and carefully cuts the pokeball with a sharp kitchen knife. You can hear the crisp, detailed sound of the knife slicing through the pokeball. The atmosphere is minimalistic and intimate, emphasizing the textures and sounds of the process. Cinematic lighting. 4K quality."

3 months ago

Macro art. A funky Bee is a DJ. She is using her stinger to play a record. Show her stinger in the record grooves. She is wearing yellow headphones. You can see the sound of music vibrating. The bee is in a dark room. There is the glow of neon lights. Employ cinematic lighting.

7 months ago

A colossal, radiant figure emerges from a vortex of pure celestial energy, their form woven from golden light and shifting nebulae. Their eyes, burning with divine understanding, gaze upon the universe with infinite wisdom. Ethereal wings, composed of swirling galaxies and prismatic auroras, expand across the cosmos, illuminating the eternal cycle of rebirth. Below, luminous beings rise from a sea of mirrored stardust, their translucent bodies reflecting countless past and future versions of themselves. Their hands reach skyward, drawn by the celestial call of awakening. Above, a massive, glowing trumpet, inscribed with fractal symbols of cosmic knowledge, releases waves of iridescent sound that ripple through the fabric of space-time, resonating with the frequency of universal truth. The cosmic sky bends and distorts, forming infinite doorways of possibility. Surrounding the scene, floating sacred geometry pulses with divine energy, shifting between neon hues of deep sapphire, opal gold, and cosmic violet. Celestial staircases spiral toward infinity, leading the awakened souls into realms beyond comprehension. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, divine ascension, glowing ethereal energy, celestial rebirth, neon cosmic textures, cinematic 4K transcendence, volumetric light, dreamlike reflections, surreal fractal energy. --avoid: malformed anatomy, extra limbs, distorted proportions, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, unrealistic reflections, stretched features, floating artifacts, oversaturated hues, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, artificial lighting, watermark, text artifacts.

6 months ago

A female character with dark hair featuring purple highlights and cat-like ears. She wears a light-colored cheongsam with delicate floral patterns and a high collar. The cheongsam is made of a silky fabric that shimmers in the light, with intricate embroidery along the hem and sleeves. The dress is form-fitting, accentuating her curves, and has high slits up both sides, revealing her toned legs and thighs. The high collar adds an air of elegance and sophistication to her appearance. The character is positioned in a serene, forested area with dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, creating a tranquil and mystical atmosphere. The forest is lush and green, with tall trees and a carpet of soft moss covering the ground. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the scene and creating patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. The air is filled with the scent of pine and the sound of birdsong, adding to the peaceful ambiance. The character's hair is styled in loose waves that cascade down her back, with a few strands framing her face. Her eyes are a striking shade of violet, matching the highlights in her hair, and they have a slight almond shape, giving her a feline appearance. Her skin is smooth and flawless, with a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. She has high cheekbones and full lips, which are painted a soft pink. Overall, she exudes an aura of grace and beauty, perfectly complementing the serene forest setting.

6 months ago

In a highly detailed miniature residential neighborhood, workers in orange safety vests and white helmets are installing large solar panels on the rooftops and yards of colorful houses. The setup includes small cranes lifting solar panels, with workers carefully guiding and securing them in place. Panels are also being transported by miniature forklifts and compact trucks—never stepped on by any workers, as they follow proper safety and installation protocols. The environment includes cozy houses with sloped roofs, small gardens, fences, and neatly parked vehicles. Trees line the streets, and utility vans are stationed at various homes. The lighting is natural daylight with dynamic shadows, capturing the calm yet productive vibe of the neighborhood. Add subtle ambient construction sounds, the hum of electric tools, soft bird chirps, occasional radio chatter, and a hopeful, inspiring background score to reflect the spirit of clean energy adoption and careful teamwork in a community setting

4 months ago

A woman sits on the lush green grass of a tranquil field, her confident demeanor radiating through every detail of her appearance. Her black hair is woven with vibrant blue highlights that seem to dance in the gentle breeze, like a work of art that's been crafted by the finest hands. Her hazel eyes are framed by circle glasses that add a touch of whimsy to an already captivating scene. A long, flowing mane of hair cascades down her back, like a river of silk in motion. The wind whispers secrets through her locks as she sits with her legs crossed on the soft grass, like a moment that's been captured at its very best. An oversized white shirt seems to billow behind her like a cloud, adding a touch of elegance to an already stylish scene covering a tight black cropped tank top. A water bottle lies on the ground beside her, like a reminder that even in relaxation, life must go on. She wears headphones, the sound of music seems to be flowing through her mind as she sits under the shade of a large tree, surrounded by the beauty of nature. A partly cloudy day casts a gentle glow over the scene, like a work of art that's been crafted by the finest hands. Every detail of this image feels alive and tangible, like a moment that's been captured at its very best.

9 months ago

Realistic early morning street-level view in a Japanese city center, bathed in soft, warm orange hues of the rising sun. The scene captures a neighborhood just waking up, with a blend of traditional wooden houses featuring tiled roofs and sliding shoji doors alongside modern low-rise apartment buildings. The warm sunlight reflects off windows, casting long shadows across the narrow streets lined with utility poles and crisscrossing overhead wires. The air is filled with the quiet bustle of morning activity: faint smoke rising from kitchen vents as residents prepare breakfast, the sound of a bicycle bell as someone rides by, and a street vendor setting up a small stall with steaming trays of freshly made onigiri. Windows are open, revealing glimpses of daily life--curtains swaying in the breeze, a person hanging laundry on a balcony, and the clinking of dishes from within. The sidewalks feature tiny, well-kept gardens with blooming flowers and potted plants, while small signs with Japanese characters adorn shopfronts or house entrances. A cat stretches lazily in the sun near a doorstep, while a few pedestrians carrying grocery bags walk briskly down the street. The scene is richly detailed and cinematic, with the orange morning light highlighting the textures of wood, metal, and greenery, creating a vibrant yet serene atmosphere that captures the essence of early morning life in a Japanese city.

4 months ago

A woman sits on the worn-down window sill in the dark, moody atmosphere of a rainy night. The dim light from outside casts a somber glow on her form-fitting strapless minidress that hugs her curves, highlighting her buxom figure. High heels adorn her feet as she leans back against the window, one foot up on the sill. Long brunette hair cascades down her back, framing her face in the faint light. The sound of raindrops pattering against the windowpane creates a melancholic melody, with a view of the city's darkened streets visible through the glass, emphasizing the woman's solitary presence amidst the urban landscape.

8 months ago

A **dark and twisted Wonderland** unfurls, transformed into a **haunting nightmare** where every corner pulses with malevolent energy. The once whimsical landscape is now warped, twisted, and drenched in an unsettling, nightmarish atmosphere. The ground beneath your feet is cracked, like the skin of some ancient beast, with dark roots curling through the earth like sinister veins, pulsating with an eerie life force. The air is thick with a palpable tension, a heavy weight that presses against your chest. Above, the sky churns in a swirling maelstrom of deep **purple** and **blood-red** hues, the colors constantly shifting, as though the heavens themselves are in torment. These ominous clouds swirl with an unnatural force, casting shifting shadows and strange, ghostly lights that dance across the land below. The air crackles with the whispers of long-forgotten creatures, their voices an unsettling mix of laughter and cries of anguish. The trees, once delicate and enchanting, now writhe in grotesque forms, their gnarled branches twisted into horrific shapes, reaching like skeletal fingers towards the sky. Their leaves are dark, almost black, with sharp edges, resembling jagged claws. Strange, glowing eyes peer out from the darkness between the trees, watching, waiting. The familiar figures of Wonderland are no longer innocent and playful. The **Mad Hatter's** hat is tattered, his grin more menacing than ever, his eyes glowing with madness. The **White Rabbit** scurries past with a twisted, skeletal form, its fur matted and stained, leaving a trail of blood behind it as it vanishes into the shadows. The **Cheshire Cat** grins wider, its smile stretching unnaturally across its face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, its body flickering in and out of existence like a ghost in the fog. A crooked, decaying mansion looms in the distance, its windows shattered, leaking an eerie greenish light that pulses with each beat of the land's dark heart. The walls of the mansion seem to breathe, expanding and contracting, as if it is alive with some ancient malevolent force. The sound of dripping water echoes through the air, but it’s not water—it's blood, flowing in a slow, rhythmic stream that stains the cracked ground red. In the distance, the sound of distant bells tolls—deep, mournful chimes that reverberate through the land, signifying the passage of time in this nightmarish realm. The landscape seems to pulse and shift, an ever-changing labyrinth of fear, madness, and decay, drawing you deeper into its twisted heart. The entire scene is bathed in an unnatural light, as if the moon itself has been swallowed by the madness of Wonderland, leaving only an unsettling, shifting glow that amplifies the nightmarish nature of this once-innocent world. This is no longer Wonderland. It is a place of horror, a **haunting nightmare** under the oppressive weight of a **swirling purple and blood-red sky**, where the laws of reality have been bent and broken, and only darkness and fear reign.; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle