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Prompt by Pulsar212121

dark wall prompts

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9 months ago

cinematic photograph, medium-format film aesthetic (1.6), high-end film photography (1.8), low-key photography (2.0), raw and unfiltered (1.9), visible grain (1.7), natural imperfections, detailed skin texture, subtle blemishes, realistic skin pores with a natural matte finish (2.0), dramatic highlights and shadows (2.0), fine art photography (1.8), inspired by Helmut Newton (1.9), petite French woman, 151 cm tall (1.9), slender hourglass figure (1.8), long dark messy hair flowing naturally to the small of her back (1.8), seated gracefully on a full-scale dark brown leather Chesterfield sofa, its iconic tufted leather design accentuated by the warm, golden light of a directional antique floor lamp (1.9), minimalist wall behind the sofa with neutral desaturated tones, avoiding yellow hues (1.7), large abstract art mounted above the sofa, subtle and proportional (1.7), illuminated by a single directional light source, the antique floor lamp positioned to the right of the subject (2.0), soft warm golden light casting volumetric beams through the textured air (1.9), dramatic sculptural shadows falling across her figure, the leather sofa, and the rustic hardwood floor (2.0), moody and intimate ambiance with shadowy corners fading into darkness (2.0), black sheer stockings, semi-transparent, clinging lightly to her thighs and calves, accentuating her figure (1.8), natural pubic hair explicitly visible, full and thick, 1980s-style, fully covering her genital area (2.0), pubic hair blending naturally with the lighting, realistic texture and density (2.0), confident yet relaxed seated posture with back straight and hands lightly resting on the sofa’s edge (1.8), cinematic sculptural light interplay between her skin, the sofa leather, and the hardwood floor textures (2.0), timeless fine art aesthetic (2.0), cinematic elegance with warm directional lighting (2.0), moody and intimate atmosphere (2.0).

4 months ago

In the heart of a grand ballroom, a woman stands confidently, her outfit shimmering under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. The ballroom itself is a masterpiece of opulence, with marble floors that stretch out in every direction, reflecting the dance of light from above. The walls are adorned with intricate gold moldings, and the air is filled with the faint scent of fresh roses from the elaborate floral arrangements that decorate the room. The woman's outfit is a breathtaking display of luxury, made entirely of sparkling jewels that catch the light with every movement. Diamonds, rubies, and sapphires are intricately woven together to form a dress that hugs her figure, accentuating her curves. The diamonds sparkle like stars, while the rubies add a fiery warmth, and the sapphires provide a cool, elegant contrast. The dress is designed to be both revealing and tasteful, with strategic cutouts that show just enough skin to be alluring without being vulgar. The neckline plunges low, adorned with a cascade of jewels that draw the eye downwards, while the back is open, held together by delicate chains of diamonds that crisscross her skin. The skirt of the dress flows outwards, creating a dramatic silhouette that rustles softly with every step. Her hair is a cascade of dark curls, styled in an elegant updo that leaves a few tendrils framing her face. Her eyes are a striking shade of green, accentuated by smoky makeup that gives her a sultry, mysterious look. Her lips are painted a deep red, matching the rubies in her dress. She wears a pair of diamond earrings that dangle delicately from her ears, and a matching bracelet that sparkles on her wrist. The grand ballroom is filled with the soft hum of conversation and the gentle melody of a string quartet playing in the background. The woman stands out amidst the opulent decor, her presence commanding attention. She is the epitome of elegance and allure, a vision of beauty in a setting that is as grand as she is.

8 months ago

A dark, decayed factory steeped in dampness and neglect. Rows of broken, lifeless androids hang from chains and diagnostic cables, their battered forms suspended like relics of a forgotten era. Each android faces forward, their heads slumped and limbs dangling limply, as if gravity alone holds them in place. The androids are diverse—some humanoid with slender frames and fragmented synthetic skin, others industrial with exposed hydraulics, rusted plating, and shattered components. Many are missing limbs, their wires and cables hanging loosely, sparking faintly in the oppressive gloom. Among the rows, two androids stand out—their hands intertwined in a final act of connection before their power cells died. One is humanoid, its delicate features cracked and weathered, its synthetic skin peeling to reveal intricate, rusting frameworks. The other is industrial, bulkier, with heavier plating and exposed joints, its arm barely holding on by a tangle of wires. Their clasped hands emit a faint glow, flickering like dying embers, the last remnant of their shared existence. The factory is drenched in atmosphere. Thick haze and mist cling to every surface, illuminated by the weak, flickering glow of malfunctioning CRT screens and sparking cables. Dim red light spills from a cracked overhead lamp, casting diffuse shadows across the room. A faint, rhythmic drip echoes through the cavernous space, the sound amplified by the oppressive silence. A flickering sign above the rows reads: “ANDROID MULTI-PURPOSE FOUNDRY.” The foundry walls are lined with rusted, obsolete machinery and control panels. Pools of stagnant water collect on the floor, reflecting the faint, scattered light in jagged, broken patterns. Dust and smoke swirl in the air, cutting through the faint godrays that streak through shattered skylights, further obscured by the thick haze. The shadows of dangling chains and lifeless androids create eerie silhouettes on the mist-covered walls. The atmosphere is suffocatingly gritty, a testament to the decay of innovation. The androids stand as silent witnesses to a bygone era, their shattered forms a chilling reflection of the hubris and failure of their creators. The two holding hands, surrounded by rows of decaying machines, remain a quiet, haunting symbol of connection amidst the ruin.