5 months ago
The background features ancient ruins or dilapidated structures made of light-colored stone or concrete. These structures appear weathered and broken, with large, exposed sections suggesting an outdoor setting in a desolate or historical location. The ground is a sandy or dusty terrain, consistent with an arid environment. The overall color palette of the background is muted and earthy, predominantly shades of brown, beige, and grey, conveying a sense of vastness and aged decay. The sky is overcast and light-toned, without clear sunny details, adding to the somewhat somber or mysterious atmosphere.
9 months ago
A 24-year-old woman with short black choppy hair and side-swept bangs, walking through a dystopian decayed cityscape. Thin, fit and muscular physique like someone who fights daily for survival. Wearing a tiny black crop top that reveals her toned abs and defined shoulders, short dark gray tactical shorts, black leather combat boots. Armed for survival with a makeshift crossbow slung across her back, a weathered machete strapped to her thigh, a utility belt with pouches containing survival tools, fingerless gloves with metal knuckles, and a rope wrapped around her waist doubling as both tool and weapon. Several throwing knives visible in ankle sheaths. Post-apocalyptic urban environment with crumbling concrete buildings, broken windows, overgrown vegetation reclaiming structures, scattered debris and rubble on cracked pavement. Her alert posture and scanning gaze suggest constant vigilance, muscles tensed ready for action. Harsh lighting creating shadows that accentuate her muscular definition, desaturated color palette with occasional rust tones, cinematic composition, hyperrealistic details, 8k quality
1 month 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
5 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.
1 month ago
Album Cover for: “Trône sur les Ruines” Format: Wide shot, full body, cinematic environment, poster-quality Ultra-realistic cinematic concept art of a Moroccan man in his late 20s — light brown skin, clean-shaven, with a short buzz cut and medium taper fade — sitting proudly and powerfully on a massive brutalist throne. His body language is heavy and dominant: legs planted wide, elbows on knees, hands gripping the throne armrests. His eyes lock directly onto the viewer — serious, furious, proud. His expression carries the weight of survival and leadership born through chaos. He looks like a street king forged in war, not luxury. The throne is enormous, crafted from cracked concrete, twisted rebar, scorched books, shattered electronics, rusted weapons, and destroyed satellite parts — a symbolic fusion of revolution and ruin. It sits atop rubble and ash. Behind him, the destroyed skyline of a Moroccan city: burned buildings, collapsed domes, broken antennas, crumbling high-rises, graffiti-scarred walls. A torn Moroccan flag flutters in the distance, hanging from a bent metal pole. The man wears a modern warrior-royalty outfit: a long dark trench coat made from military fabric, lined with faded golden Moroccan embroidery (zellige patterns), a worn bulletproof vest underneath, armored combat pants with tactical straps, and black scratched leather boots. A tattered deep red cloak is thrown over one shoulder. On his chest, a bent metal star medal — not shiny, but earned. His crown is raw and symbolic: cracked gold fused with rusted iron, dented like it survived fire — resting slightly tilted on his head. The sky is cinematic: thick storm clouds rolling in, deep greys and purples, with one sharp beam of golden-orange light breaking through — hope after destruction. Ash and dust drift in the air, adding texture and motion. Typography: “Trône sur les Ruines” in cracked gold serif font, minimalist, sharp, placed bottom right or top left. Color palette: Ash grey, Moroccan red, coal black, bronze gold, burnt orange, storm blue. Mood: Powerful, apocalyptic, victorious. A portrait of survival and reclaimed legacy. Style: Cinematic, ultra-detailed, wide angle, poster-quality realism. Inspired by Yeezus, French war photojournalism, LiveLoveA$AP, and dystopian street rebellion aesthetics. — full body shot, wide angle, cinematic composition, Moroccan ruins in full view, background visible, throne fully visible, urban destruction, ash particles, crown visible, golden light from clouds, no blur, no fantasy, hyper-detailed, realistic lighting, gritty textures
6 months ago
"A confident female detective in a sleek, form-fitting black dress enters a decaying warehouse, where the harsh, unforgiving light from overhead fluorescent bulbs casts sharp, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The warehouse reeks of age and abandonment, with rusted metal and peeling walls, the decay visible in every corner. The victim lies sprawled on the floor, illuminated by the cold, clinical light that only serves to highlight the brutal reality of the crime. Her black dress, perfectly tailored and clinging to every curve, contrasts sharply with the grimy, deteriorating environment. The oppressive silence is broken only by the faint hum of the flickering lights above, amplifying the tension in the air. As she steps forward, the sound of her stiletto heels clicking sharply against the hard, uneven floor echoes through the space, a constant reminder of her presence in this desolate scene. The only color in the room is the striking red of her lipstick, cutting through the bleak surroundings like a warning. The detectiveâs calm, composed expression betrays nothing, but her piercing gaze scans the room with a quiet intensity, knowing that every piece of decayâboth in the building and the murder itselfâholds a clue she must uncover
4 months ago
The Shattered Pill (Most Literal & Graphic) Visual: An extreme close-up of a bright, electric blue ROXIE pill dominating the frame. It's violently shattered/cracked down the middle like fractured ice or broken stone. Within the crack, instead of powder, swirl a sickly, toxic mix of colors: icy white (fentanyl), harsh yellow (meth), dirty grey (cocaine), and inky black (other poisons). This ooze bleeds out slightly onto a stark, cold white background. Foreground: Lying partially under the shattered pill, slightly out-of-focus, is a cheap, discarded cell phone screen. The screen is dark/cracked, but the faint ghost-image of "SASA" is barely visible in the call log. A single, sharp crack in the screen points directly towards the pill's fracture. Text: "STICKS & STONES" in bold, heavy, chiseled concrete-gray letters, slightly fractured or eroded, positioned powerfully above or below the pill. Author name small, bottom corner. Color Palette: Electric Blue (pill), Harsh White (background), Sickly Yellow/Grey/Black (ooze), Cold Steel Gray (text).
