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Prompt by Sunil996

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8 months ago

"An award-winning, full-colour oil painting masterpiece capturing the awe-inspiring presence of a colossal red and black dragon, fiercely guarding the mouth of a cavern overflowing with gold coins, ancient relics, and forgotten crowns. The dragon towers like a living mountain of muscle and flame—its obsidian-black scales edged with glowing veins of molten red, pulsing like lava beneath cracked volcanic stone. Smoke curls from its flared nostrils, and its crimson eyes burn with primal intelligence and fury. Its wings, vast and tattered at the edges, stretch outward in a protective arc, casting a shadow over the treasure hoard behind it. Claws the size of tree trunks clutch the craggy earth, and its barbed tail coils defensively around the cave entrance. Inside the cave, the treasure glows with impossible richness—coins spilling down golden dunes, jeweled chalices, enchanted weapons, and ancient statues half-buried beneath the hoard, all glinting in the firelight. The surrounding landscape is scorched and jagged, the sky a storm of smoke and ash. Red lightning forks across the clouds above as the dragon snarls at some unseen threat—ready to incinerate any who dare approach. The painting is filled with dramatic contrast: cool shadows of the treasure cave against the glowing heat of the dragon’s body, using rich oil textures to build tension and scale. With a palette of deep blacks, smoldering reds, searing golds, and fiery oranges, the piece evokes sheer mythical power—a timeless portrait of greed, guardianship, and the ancient force of fire. This dragon is no mere beast; it is the last warden of a lost empire.

7 months ago

(colossal skull forged from thousands of anguished, contorted skulls:1.3) looms in a storm-darkened, apocalyptic sky, its empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent crimson light, casting eerie illumination across a shattered, barren landscape. From its gaping maw, a torrent of molten fire flows slowly—white-hot at the core, surrounded by searing orange and blood-red streaks, alive with humanoid spectral figures writhing in torment, their ghostly forms reaching, stretching as if trying to escape the flames. As the fire cascades down, it strikes the earth with molten impact, forming creeping rivers of lava that crack the ground, igniting rock fractures, and causing violent tremors. Sparks, embers, and ash spiral into the air amid flickers of volumetric heat distortion. Overhead, dark clouds churn, reacting to the infernal blaze, while faint lightning pulses in the distance. Ambient audio: the low rumble of distant thunder rolls continuously in the background, punctuated by occasional sharp lightning cracks. Beneath it, an unsettling layer of whispering voices drifts with the embers—inaudible yet unmistakable—hinting at lost souls and forbidden knowledge. Camera motion: slow dolly-in toward the burning skull, steady tension-building pace; low tracking shot across crumbling lava-riven terrain, passing through drifting ash and smoke. Spectral figures swirl within the fire, some gliding upward, others consumed. Shot in IMAX format, using Leica Summilux-C lenses, shallow depth of field, ultra-contrast lighting, film grain, rendered in 8K photorealism, dark high-fantasy cinematic tone.

29 days ago

Ultra-realistic cinematic concept art. A Moroccan man in his late 20s — clean-shaven, sharp jawline, medium taper fade with short buzz cut — sits powerfully on a brutalist throne made from cracked concrete, scorched books, rusted rebar, shattered satellite dishes, and melted tech debris. His gaze is direct, heavy, serious — full of rage, loss, and pride. His posture is grounded, kinglike, a man forged by betrayal, not crowned by privilege. He wears a modern Moroccan warrior-king outfit: a long charcoal-black trench coat made from military fabric, faded gold zellige embroidery lining the cuffs and edges. Beneath, a worn cracked bulletproof vest. His matte-black pants have rugged metal strap accents, and dusty combat boots show battlewear. Over his shoulder, a torn deep red cloak — like a fallen flag turned royal cape. A rusted metallic star medal is pinned to his chest. His fingers are covered with chipped steel rings — no shine, just scars. A fractured crown of gold and iron rests on his head — dented, sharp, powerful. Not ceremonial, but forged from ruin and defiance. It’s heavy, symbolic — a burden earned. Background: Ruined Moroccan cityscape — crumbling domes, broken concrete walls, twisted rebar, burnt-out cars, and collapsed towers. A half-burned Moroccan flag hangs in the back, fluttering from a broken wall. The sky is layered with storm clouds — ash grey, storm blue, deep purples. A golden-orange light pierces the clouds in the distance like hope. Ash particles drift in the foreground, cinematic. Typography: “Trône sur les Ruines” in large cracked metallic gold serif font — clean but weathered. Top left or bottom right. Regal, minimal, poetic. Color Palette: Coal black, ash grey, Moroccan red, storm blue, bronze gold, burnt orange, dusty beige. Mood: Royalty born from survival. Pain turned into power. Cinematic, violent, majestic, tragic. Style: Ultra-detailed, dramatic lighting, high contrast, hyper-realistic rendering. Poster-quality. Influenced by Yeezus, The Blueprint, LiveLoveA$AP, and French war photography. -- full body shot, cinematic composition, wide angle, throne fully visible, Moroccan flag visible in background, apocalyptic setting, dramatic shadows, golden light, storm clouds, ash drifting, rule of thirds framing