broken and whole prompts

1 month 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

8 months ago

Create a moody and dramatic image of a thunderstorm, lightning hitting a tree and a rainbow. The sky is dark grey and stormy, through some less dense clouds, we can see faint sunshine breaking through the storm clouds. It is raining heavily. There is a green field on a low rise/hillock covered in a light mist created by the rainfall. On top of the hillock is a leafless tree with many branches, this tree is being hit by a bright and vivid lightning bolt from the stormy sky on the right hand side. It lights up the tree in an eery blue/white glow that contrasts sharply with the dark storm clouds sparks come from the hit tree and a small flame can be seen at the lightning strike point. To the left of the tree is the hazy rainbows end, in all its splendour with pale hues of the whole light spectrum. This rainbow has a coloured glow around it and lights the left hand side of the tee, making the tree look magical and ethereal. In the front foreground, directly in front of the viewer, is a broken wooden fence and above the wooden fence, is the bough of a large tree with a few autumn leaves hanging from it, the bough comes from the left and frames the top of the image, the tree is not in our vision range.

4 months ago

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

5 months ago

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

9 months ago

Create a close range frontal view of ultra-realistic and photorealistic image featuring ghostly, close up fearced skeletal rottencore figure, wear intricate detail gold rococo gas mask, wear torned broken-white and gold hooded robes with spike throne, his hand seems reaching out to the front, flying out from an intricate details large glowing cube with gold patterns on each edges with an image of screaming peoples on the inside , swirling around a vortex of fire and ghostly peoples and mist, in a muted grey color scheme with detailed cloud textures . Crystal-clear imagery featuring ray tracing and global illumination for richly detailed rendering. Apply the illusion of three-dimensionality to the whole theme with the illusion of three-dimensionality perspective and depth

4 months ago

A ruined amphitheater lies open beneath an eternal golden sky—thick with ash, glowing with the last light of truth. The air shimmers with heat and memory. At its heart, a woman stands alone on the cracked stone stage, barefoot, powerful, broken and whole. Her skin is sun-kissed bronze, streaked with dirt and sweat. A deep red ceremonial robe hangs from one shoulder, torn at the hem, golden embroidery catching the light like embers refusing to die. Her long black hair clings to her damp neck and spine, framing her face—eyes fierce, tear-stained, unblinking. A cracked porcelain mask lies at her feet, forgotten. Around her, translucent specters crowd the amphitheater’s crumbling tiers—echoes of past selves, ancestors, lost lovers—half-there and flickering like damaged film. They watch silently, reverently. The woman breathes in, slow and defiant, her chest rising with the weight of every lie she’s shed. Rays of golden light pierce the dust, cutting across her body like revelation. Her hands are open at her sides, fingers trembling—not with fear, but readiness. The gold cannot be hidden from anymore. It’s in her. It is her. In this breathless moment, she stands between exposure and exodus, between shame and fire, and the world dares to watch. Ultra-realistic. Cinematic music-video style. Raw, radiant, symbolic. Emotionally drenched in reckoning and rebirth.

5 months ago

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

5 months ago

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

4 months ago

A ruined amphitheater lies open beneath an eternal golden sky—thick with ash, glowing with the last light of truth. The air shimmers with heat and memory. At its heart, front view of a woman stands alone on the cracked stone stage, barefoot, powerful, broken and whole. Her skin is sun-kissed bronze, streaked with dirt and sweat. A deep red ceremonial robe hangs from one shoulder, torn at the hem, golden embroidery catching the light like embers refusing to die. Her long black hair clings to her damp neck and spine, framing her face—eyes fierce, tear-stained, unblinking. A cracked porcelain mask lies at her feet, forgotten. Around her, translucent specters crowd the amphitheater’s crumbling tiers—echoes of past selves, ancestors, lost lovers—half-there and flickering like damaged film. They watch silently, reverently. The woman breathes in, slow and defiant, her chest rising with the weight of every lie she’s shed. Rays of golden light pierce the dust, cutting across her body like revelation. Her hands are open at her sides, fingers trembling—not with fear, but readiness. The gold cannot be hidden from anymore. It’s in her. It is her. In this breathless moment, she stands between exposure and exodus, between shame and fire, and the world dares to watch. Ultra-realistic. Cinematic music-video style. Raw, radiant, symbolic. Emotionally drenched in reckoning and rebirth.

5 months ago

Make a giant light green egg broken, centered in the scene, having two miniature Chinese workers around the egg, a scaffolding made of sticks leaning against the egg, a miniature worker on the scaffolding, two ladders made of sticks leaning against the egg, having two miniature workers climbing the ladders, all the workers are dressed in red overalls and yellow hats, in the scene we can see the yolk inside the egg and spreading across the floor, on the floor we also see broken eggshells, the whole scene very detailed, night lighting, high definition, 8k

6 months ago

Location: Deserted train station at dusk Snowflakes float slowly in the gray sky. Rain mists the air. The whole station is nearly empty. Lila and Arman appear as distant silhouettes under broken station lights. The train’s horn echoes from far away. Sound Design: Low wind + distorted PA system announcing the train’s arrival Color Palette: Muted blues, industrial gray, white specks of snow

12 days ago

Combining 3 images photorealistic photo of the Bungle Bungle Range at sunrise, warm golden light, a large red kangaroo standing proudly in the foreground, a rusty and weathered Mad Max V8 Interceptor muscle car parked on the desert plain, vast Australian outback, ultra detailed. Cinematic fusion of warrior Mad Max Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by one of the best wildlife photographers in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. A spectre from two legends in current time, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. He is a fearsome. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the Ford Falcon V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit and inspiration. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive absolute power. The paint is still in perfect condition, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, north Australia savanna woodlands stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

12 days ago

Cinematic fusion of warrior called Ned Kelly and the Mad Max Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by one of the best wildlife photographers in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. A spectre from two legends in current time, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. He is a fearsome. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the Ford Falcon V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit and inspiration. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive absolute power. The paint is still in perfect condition, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, north Australia savanna woodlands stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the last bush-ranger, the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

12 days ago

Cinematic fusion of Ned Kelly and the Mad Max 2 Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by the best wildlife photographer in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. He is a spectre from two legends, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. His helmet is a fearsome, sculpted steel skull, its narrow eye-slit reflecting a sliver of the coming sun. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive power. The paint is long gone, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, salt pan, its cracked white surface stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the last bush-ranger, the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

12 days ago

Combining 3 images photorealistic photo of the Bungle Bungle Range at sunrise, warm golden light, a large red kangaroo standing proudly in the foreground, a rusty and weathered Mad Max V8 Interceptor muscle car parked on the desert plain, vast Australian outback, ultra detailed. Cinematic fusion of warrior Mad Max Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by one of the best wildlife photographers in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. A spectre from two legends in current time, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. He is a fearsome. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the Ford Falcon V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit and inspiration. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive absolute power. The paint is still in perfect condition, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, north Australia savanna woodlands stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

12 days ago

Cinematic fusion of Ned Kelly and the Mad Max 2 Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by the best wildlife photographer in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. He is a spectre from two legends, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. His helmet is a fearsome, sculpted steel skull, its narrow eye-slit reflecting a sliver of the coming sun. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive power. The paint is long gone, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, salt pan, its cracked white surface stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the last bush-ranger, the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

1 month 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

1 month 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

1 month 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

7 months ago

A powerful and sensual female warrior (1.8) stands tall on a chrome-plated platform overlooking a sprawling neon-lit retrofuturistic cityscape. Her body is sculpted and athletic, with sleek musculature glinting under glowing overhead lights (1.6). Her metallic armor is minimal and form-fitting — glistening gold and violet alloy pieces strapped to her arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving her midsection exposed, highlighting her strength and femininity (1.7). She holds a massive laser-sword (1.6), pulsing with electric pink and amber plasma veins, its reflection dancing across the steel beneath her feet. Her wild, windswept hair flows behind her like a cosmic banner (1.5), strands catching radiant light from a ringed planet rising behind her. Her glowing, confident eyes (1.4) scan the horizon with calm intensity — one is cybernetic, glowing softly in blue. In the foreground, broken robot parts, power cables, glowing coils, and scattered data shards frame the scene (1.5), enhancing depth and grounding her in the aftermath of a skirmish. Behind her, a retro-sci-fi skyline of domed towers, flying cars, and neon vapor trails stretches into a pink-orange dusk. Lighting & Style: Volumetric retro lighting (1.4), neon haze, chiaroscuro metallic reflections, Vallejo-style heroic anatomy (1.6), high-gloss painted texture with subtle wear and tear. The whole composition evokes a cinematic sci-fi pulp magazine cover from the late '70s, filled with sensuality, grit, and mythic intensity.

7 months ago

A powerful and sensual female warrior (1.8) stands tall on a chrome-plated platform overlooking a sprawling neon-lit retrofuturistic cityscape. Her body is sculpted and athletic, with sleek musculature glinting under glowing overhead lights (1.6). Her metallic armor is minimal and form-fitting — glistening gold and violet alloy pieces strapped to her arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving her midsection exposed, highlighting her strength and femininity (1.7). She holds a massive laser-sword (1.6), pulsing with electric pink and amber plasma veins, its reflection dancing across the steel beneath her feet. Her wild, windswept hair flows behind her like a cosmic banner (1.5), strands catching radiant light from a ringed planet rising behind her. Her glowing, confident eyes (1.4) scan the horizon with calm intensity — one is cybernetic, glowing softly in blue. In the foreground, broken robot parts, power cables, glowing coils, and scattered data shards frame the scene (1.5), enhancing depth and grounding her in the aftermath of a skirmish. Behind her, a retro-sci-fi skyline of domed towers, flying cars, and neon vapor trails stretches into a pink-orange dusk. Lighting & Style: Volumetric retro lighting (1.4), neon haze, chiaroscuro metallic reflections, Vallejo-style heroic anatomy (1.6), high-gloss painted texture with subtle wear and tear. The whole composition evokes a cinematic sci-fi pulp magazine cover from the late '70s, filled with sensuality, grit, and mythic intensity.

2 months ago

: Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI A powerful and sensual female warrior (1.8) stands tall on a chrome-plated platform overlooking a sprawling neon-lit retrofuturistic cityscape. Her body is sculpted and athletic, with sleek musculature glinting under glowing overhead lights (1.6). Her metallic armor is minimal and form-fitting — glistening gold and violet alloy pieces strapped to her arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving her midsection exposed, highlighting her strength and femininity (1.7). She holds a massive laser-sword (1.6), pulsing with electric pink and amber plasma veins, its reflection dancing across the steel beneath her feet. Her wild, windswept hair flows behind her like a cosmic banner (1.5), strands catching radiant light from a ringed planet rising behind her. Her glowing, confident eyes (1.4) scan the horizon with calm intensity — one is cybernetic, glowing softly in blue. In the foreground, broken robot parts, power cables, glowing coils, and scattered data shards frame the scene (1.5), enhancing depth and grounding her in the aftermath of a skirmish. Behind her, a retro-sci-fi skyline of domed towers, flying cars, and neon vapor trails stretches into a pink-orange dusk. Lighting & Style: Volumetric retro lighting (1.4), neon haze, chiaroscuro metallic reflections, Vallejo-style heroic anatomy (1.6), high-gloss painted texture with subtle wear and tear. The whole composition evokes a cinematic sci-fi pulp magazine cover from the late '70s, filled with sensuality, grit, and mythic intensity., Negative Prompt: