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Prompt by ElectricL

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7 months ago

(Primary Subject: Woman, Transparent Body, Internal Organs Visible, 1.6 weight), suspended mid-air within a tall, cylindrical glass chamber filled with luminous, teal-hued suspension fluid. Her skin is entirely absent, exposing intricate internal organs—heart pulsing vividly, lungs rhythmically inflating, and veins branching like delicate crimson lace (intricate anatomical accuracy, vivid colors, hyper-realistic details, 1.5 weight). Surrounding her is a complex science lab rendered in a fusion of Cassette Futurism and Atompunk styles. Vintage technology—analog dials, bulky CRT monitors flickering with green data streams, magnetic tapes spinning, tangled cables, and softly glowing vacuum tubes—is intricately arranged, suggesting advanced but archaic machinery (Cassette Futurism aesthetics, Atompunk elements, 1.4 weight). The lab lighting is dim, moody, casting dramatic, cinematic shadows that amplify the mystery of the scene. Warm, amber indicator lights contrast starkly with cool, teal-hued chamber illumination, creating dynamic interplay (dramatic cinematic lighting, volumetric illumination, strong chiaroscuro, 1.4 weight). Rendered photographically, utilizing the cinematic realism and fine grain of classic film stock captured through a Leica Summilux lens (cinematic lens effects, film grain texture, shallow depth of field, 1.3 weight). The composition evokes both scientific awe and haunting existential wonder, a blend of intrigue and unsettling beauty (narrative depth, symbolic complexity, emotional impact, 1.3 weight).

ElectricL
11 590

7 months ago

Abstract Full-Body Portrait of a Prostitute – Salvador Dalí (Late-Life Style, Singular Focus & Pure Surrealism) (Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL
8 340

4 months ago

This striking, atmospheric photograph captures a young korean woman in a moment of contemplation, seemingly inside a train or subway car at night. The Subject: The central figure is a woman with curly blonde hair, styled in a slightly tousled updo with some strands framing her face. She wears thin, round-rimmed glasses and has noticeable red lipstick. Her attire is a vibrant, canary yellow, strapless, bodycon mini-dress that hugs her figure, accentuating her curves. She is posed in profile to the viewer but with her upper body turned slightly towards the window she leans against. Her hands are delicately placed on the window frame or the wall beside it. Her expression is pensive as she gazes out the window. The Setting & Lighting: The setting is dimly lit, characteristic of a train car at night or in an underground station. Strong, warm light, likely from outside the train (perhaps platform lights), illuminates her from the left, casting highlights on her skin, hair, and the yellow dress, while the other side of her body and parts of the train interior are in shadow. This creates a dramatic, chiaroscuro effect. Through the window and in the background, blurred, out-of-focus lights (bokeh) in various colors (primarily warm yellows, oranges, and reds, with some blues) suggest an urban environment or a station platform. Reflections of the interior lights and the woman herself are subtly visible in the window glass. The metallic sheen of the train's window frames and walls catches the light, adding to the urban, industrial feel. Composition & Mood: The composition is a vertical portrait, focusing tightly on the woman. The strong vertical lines of the window frames contrast with the soft curves of her body and hair. The shallow depth of field keeps the woman in sharp focus while blurring the background, drawing the viewer's attention directly to her and her reflective mood. The overall mood is intimate, slightly mysterious, and cinematic. The warm lighting and the woman's thoughtful gaze evoke a sense of narrative, as if she's caught in a private moment amidst the public transience of a train journey.

kumera
6 530

6 months ago

((gritty, hyperrealistic painting:1.5)), ((Hulk and Superman locked in a brutal power struggle:1.5)), both hands clasped, fingers interlocked in a violent test of strength, muscles straining, tendons stretched to the limit. Superman, bruised, grounded, is down on one knee, his body twisting with resistance, arms trembling as he holds back the massive force bearing down on him. His blue suit is torn, his face bloodied, hair matted with sweat and soot, but his gaze is clear and defiant—no glowing eyes, only human resolve. The Hulk towers over him, full height—3 meters tall, 500 kilograms of brute muscle, drenched in sweat, skin streaked with grime and ash. His monstrous body looms with dominance, feet planted wide, both arms pressing down, veins bulging, face twisted in a roar of exertion. His skin cracks around his fists from the sheer pressure, saliva flying from his mouth as he snarls through clenched teeth. The ground beneath Superman’s knee is shattered, pressed inward by the weight. Shockwaves ripple through the dust, small stones hover in midair. The scene is dense with smoke, ash, and heat distortion, the ambient firelight casting flickering shadows over their bodies. Style: painted like an epic oil tableau—Caravaggio-like lighting, Repin’s anatomical drama, Beksiński’s apocalyptic ambiance. Every detail captured: grit on skin, blood at the lip, wrinkles in fabric, cracked stone, drifting embers, clenched fingers locked in struggle. Lighting: heavy chiaroscuro—low directional light from fires around them, long shadows falling across Superman’s face, rim lighting highlighting Hulk’s upper body, emphasizing the scale difference without diminishing the tension. Camera angle: low and close, from Superman’s left side, showing his knee pressed into shattered ground, arms lifted to hold off Hulk’s crushing weight. Hulk fills the vertical space, Superman dominates the emotional weight—a visual of pressure and refusal to yield. Art direction for Flux: – Hulk is 3m tall, 500kg, physically overwhelming, rendered with full weight and scale – Superman is human-scale, on one knee, but braced and locked in—the underdog with unbreakable resolve – Style: dark painterly realism, anatomical accuracy, no stylization, no superpowers shown – Textures: bruised flesh, torn cloth, cracked stone, sweat, grit, tension in the hands and faces – Environment: scorched battlefield, ambient smoke, sparks, fractured terrain, faint firelight – Theme: mythic struggle, physical scale vs inner will—no victor yet, only raw contest

ElectricL
5 160

8 months ago

(Cyberpunk, futuristic, dystopian underworld, high detail, cinematic lighting, dark and moody atmosphere) A wiry and gaunt man with sunken, exhausted eyes that have a manic glint, framed by dark circles from years of working in dimly lit back-alley clinics. His pale skin looks sickly under the flickering neon light, and his thin face is lined with tension, his lips slightly parted as if muttering to himself. His hair is unkempt, streaked with oil and grime, further emphasizing his haggard, overworked look. He wears a dingy off-white lab coat, once pristine but now stained with grease, blood, and years of unwashed grime. The fabric is frayed at the edges, hanging loosely over his thin frame. His cybernetic enhancements are crude and patched-together, a collection of exposed wiring and rusted plating barely held together. His left shoulder has a mechanical plating rig, jagged and uneven, with loose bolts and sparking neon-blue wiring protruding in places. His chipped tooth shows when he speaks, adding to his rough, jittery appearance. The background is a dark, cluttered ripperdoc lab, filled with outdated cybernetic parts, flickering monitors, and half-functioning medical equipment. The air is thick with smoke from a nearby vent, and a dull, flickering green med-lab light casts eerie shadows across the scene. A neon-red light from the alley outside spills through a cracked window, contrasting with the cold surgical glow of malfunctioning overhead lamps. The atmosphere is gritty, chaotic, and oppressive, embodying the tension of a street-level surgeon who exists between life and death, law and crime. Rendered in ultra-detailed, cinematic composition, sharp focus, 8K resolution, ray tracing, cyberpunk noir aesthetics, high contrast lighting, depth of field, volumetric lighting, intricate detailing, realistic skin texture, futuristic urban decay, science fiction concept art, hyper-realistic digital painting, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, neon reflections, moody atmosphere, cybernetic enhancements, grunge aesthetic. Negative Prompt: (bad composition, low detail, low resolution, deformed anatomy, distorted features, asymmetrical face, extra limbs, missing fingers, unrealistic eyes, unnatural skin texture, overly stylized, washed-out colors, blurry, poorly rendered cybernetics, uncanny valley, cartoonish, low-quality render, watermark, text, overexposed lighting, excessive glow, lack of contrast, amateurish design, low effort, duplicate elements, broken limbs, unbalanced composition, generic design, bad perspective, flat shading, soft focus, dull colors, clean or polished cybernetics, generic futuristic doctor, overly heroic pose, pristine environment)

50f098ec63b
5 200