flowing like liquid in the wind prompts

9 months ago

hyper realistic shot:A wide shot of a man standing beneath the arch, his silhouette dark against a blinding cascade of light pouring through the top. His arms are outstretched, mirroring the arch’s curve. Attire: A white robe with red and gold patterns, flowing like liquid in the wind, a white shawl trailing behind him like a comet’s tail. Location State: The arch stands in a desert expanse, surrounded by cracked earth and vases of wild yellow flowers that pulse faintly with light. A mirage-like shimmer distorts the horizon, blending sand and sky. Shot Size: Wide shot, capturing the full figure and the towering arch against the vast backdrop. Lighting: Harsh white light beams from above, creating a stark silhouette, with golden edges bleeding into the scene. Mood: Majestic and otherworldly, a lone figure dwarfed by cosmic forces.

1 month ago

A striking painting depicts a young female standing at the crest of a sun-drenched hill beneath a swirling, kaleidoscopic sky. She has long, straight black hair tipped with electric blue highlights, cascading over her shoulders in a sleek, futuristic style. Her figure is athletic yet graceful, accentuated by a glossy, form-fitting jacket decorated with abstract floral motifs and a short, pleated skirt that ripples in the wind. The landscape around her pulses with color — vivid gradients of pink, turquoise, and gold flow like liquid light, merging natural scenery with dreamlike geometry. Inspired by Takashi Murakami’s pop-surrealism and the vibrant aesthetics of contemporary Pixiv artists, the artwork blends psychedelic poster art with a polished digital finish. The overall scene evokes the energy of a concert poster or a visionary album cover, capturing both cosmic wonder and modern fashion in one mesmerizing, high-saturation composition.

9 months ago

Low-Angle – The Warrior with His Arms Outstretched Before the Divine (Reverence, Surrender, Power) He lifts his arms slightly, palms open—not in fear, but in acceptance. The light expands, flowing through his fingertips like liquid gold, filling the intricate beadwork and feathers of his ceremonial outfit with a divine glow. Wind moves through the temple, though there is no source for it, carrying with it the distant sound of a drumbeat—one that seems to come from the heart of the universe itself.