fractured lines prompts

6 months ago

Create a high-impact professional logo for the brand "KohesivAI", preserving the following visual structure: 1. Central Symbol: A sleek, stylized metallic humanoid figure in mid-leap, bridging a fractured or digitally stylized gap or platform, symbolizing the company’s mission to bridge the gap in AI accessibility. Add tech-inspired detailing to the figure (subtle lines, circuits, or digital etching across limbs or torso), to emphasize the AI theme. The platform the figure jumps across should look like shattered or digital steps, further reinforcing the concept of overcoming technological barriers. 2. Typography: The brand name should read exactly as “KohesivAI” — with a capital K, lowercase “ohesiv”, and capital “AI”. Use an elegant serif font that evokes sophistication and innovation. Apply a metallic gradient or reflective chrome finish to the letters. Introduce a subtle teal or ice blue glow/accent to the brand name or dot elements (e.g. dot on the "i" or glow near “AI”) to add modern vibrancy without overwhelming the metallic aesthetic. 3. Tagline: "Empowering People. Elevating Business." Place below the brand name. Apply the same gradient metallic finish, and optionally integrate the same subtle color accent to maintain brand coherence. 4. Background: Use a dark slate or matte black backdrop to create contrast and make the metallic elements pop. 5. Overall Feel: Professional, futuristic, powerful. Do not include cartoonish elements or standard icons. Prioritize custom, ownable, premium design language. Optional prompt strength tips (if exposed): Aspect ratio: 1:1 or 4:3 Style: metallic vector / high-gloss Negative prompts: avoid gradients that blur detail, no generic icons or mascots

8 months ago

Here are optimized **AI prompts** for generating **character sheets** and **expression sheets** with separated weapons/items, tailored for *Hollow Eden*'s aesthetic: --- ### **1. Marina the Starved - Character Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"Full-body turnaround of Marina the Starved, a gaunt magical girl in a tattered sailor uniform with salt-cracked skin. Four neutral poses (front, back, side, 3/4 view). Isolate her jagged salt-crystal greatsword beside her, showing chipped edges and glowing erosion lines. Include: - **Close-up of her hands** gripping the sword, skin flaking into salt. - **Hollow Banquet ability**: Mini-panel of her eating a corpse’s soul, sword regenerating. - **Item Breakdown**: Salt shard grenades, rusted wish coins on her belt. - **Color Notes**: Pale blue-white skin, navy uniform with pink corrosion stains."* **Style Keywords**: *"Anime concept art, muted Studio Ghibli palette, Final Fantasy Tactics detail, slight watercolor texture."* --- ### **2. Vex the Uncatchable - Character Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"Full-body reference of Vex, a bandage-wrapped delinquent with spiked ruby prosthetics (goat-leg and crystal arms). Four dynamic poses showcasing agility. Isolate: - **Ruby goat-leg** with piston-like joints and fracture lines. - **Bone-daggers** with serrated edges (floating beside her). - **Critical Miss ability**: Mini-panel of her grinning as an enemy’s weapon backfires. - **Item Breakdown**: Loaded dice, cracked mirrors in her pockets. - **Color Notes**: Ruby red crystals, yellow bandages, ashen skin."* **Style Keywords**: *"Dorohedoro gritty lineart, Tekken 3D model sheet, neon-noir lighting."* --- ### **3. Wisp the Showman Specter - Character Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"Turnaround of Wisp, a translucent ghost with a top hat and kabuki mask chest-core. Show normal/Sentai forms. Isolate: - **Lantern whip weapon** with chain links resembling vertebrae. - **Spotlight Scepter** (gold-magenta) in Encore Mode. - **Encore ability**: Mini-panel of him transforming with fireworks. - **Item Breakdown**: Broken ticket stubs, a mic that emits flames. - **Color Notes**: Ethereal glow, gradient cyan-to-purple."* **Style Keywords**: *"Persona 5 UI flair, Kill la Kill cell-shading, holographic effects."* --- ### **4. Marina - Expression Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"12 portrait busts of Marina showing: 1. **Battle Frenzy** (teeth bared, eyes hollow). 2. **Post-Feast Satisfaction** (salt tears, blissful smile). 3. **Sword Breaking Panic** (gritted teeth, hand clutching cracking blade). 4. **Empty Resignation** (dead-eyed, salt flakes falling). - **Separate Elements**: Her sword’s ‘hunger aura’ VFX, salt spray patterns."* **Style Keywords**: *"Madoka Magica emotional extremes, Junji Ito horror textures."* --- ### **5. Vex - Expression Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"12 expressions of Vex, including: 1. **Critical Hit Joy** (tongue out, one eye winking). 2. **Painful Fumble** (nose bleeding, ruby leg cracked). 3. **Taunting Sneer** (flipping double middle fingers). 4. **Unhinged Laughter** (pupils dilated, pigtails thrashing). - **Separate Elements**: Ruby shard projectiles, ‘Luck Gauge’ UI overlay."* **Style Keywords**: *"Danganronpa sprite expressions, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World energy."* --- ### **6. Weapon/Item Isolation Prompts** **Example (Marina’s Sword)**: *"Orthographic view of Marina’s salt-crystal greatsword. Show: - **Eroded blade** with vein-like cracks. - **Hilt wrapped in wish ribbons**. - **Glow effect** when soul energy is absorbed. - **Scale reference**: Sword is 1.5x her height."* **Example (Vex’s Ruby Leg)**: *"Blueprint-style breakdown of Vex’s prosthetic goat-leg: 1. **Spiked knee joint** (retractable). 2. **Heel blade** (extends on kick). 3. **‘Critical Hit Core’** (glowing red gem in calf). - **Annotations**: ‘Material: Cursed Ruby // Weight: 8kg’."* --- ### **Pro Tips for AI Tools**: - Use **"--v 5"** in MidJourney for cleaner orthographics. - For expressions, add **"no background, solid color"** to focus on faces. - **Stable Diffusion**: Use "concept art sheet" + "isometric" for items. Need **alternate styles** (e.g., chibi, pixel art)? Just ask!

8 months ago

Emerging from a backdrop of swirling smoke and shadows, a striking figure dominates the scene, exuding an aura of dark power and malice. Its presence commands attention, a manifestation of unbridled menace and primal fear. The creature's face is a masterpiece of horror—a living tableau that inspires dread with every detail. Its forehead is ridged, marked by deep, uneven lines that ripple across its molten-rock-like skin, emphasizing a perpetual scowl. Prominent, twisted horns arc upward from its head, rough and jagged like volcanic formations, framing its malevolent visage. Its eyes burn with an unsettling glow, fiery orange with shifting specks of molten gold, appearing almost alive. These piercing orbs seem to drill into the souls of those who dare meet its gaze, casting a hypnotic, paralyzing effect. Around the eyes, cracks radiate like lava fissures, glowing faintly and adding to the ominous heat of its presence. The being's nose is sharp and angular, reminiscent of a fractured cliff, further accentuating the cruel symmetry of its face. Below it lies a wide, unsettling grin that reveals rows of sharp, jagged teeth, perfectly imperfect—each tooth a shard of terror. Some appear chipped, suggesting a history of violent encounters, yet they gleam dangerously in the flickering light. High, sunken cheekbones accentuate the gauntness of its face, while the skin around them seems scorched, rough, and uneven. Faint veins glowing like smoldering embers trace paths across its features, pulsing with faint energy. Its chin juts forward defiantly, marked by a single deep groove running vertically, giving an impression of calculated dominance. The interplay of shadow and light sculpts the contours of its face further, deepening the hollows of its cheeks and the furrows of its brow. Together with its bat-like wings—leathery, cracked, and veined with glowing magma—it creates an image of unrelenting power and terror. 4k, high detail, realistic

8 months ago

Full-body reference of Vex, a delinquent magical girl with spiked ruby prosthetics (gem coated leg and crystal arms). Four dynamic poses showcasing agility. Isolate: Ruby-leg with piston-like joints and fracture lines. very long pigtails with ruby hands on the end and frilly short dress

8 months ago

Full-body reference of Vex, a delinquent magical girl with spiked ruby prosthetics (gem coated leg and crystal arms). Four dynamic poses showcasing agility. Isolate: Ruby-leg with piston-like joints and fracture lines. very long pigtails with ruby hands on the end and frilly short dress studio ghibli style

8 months ago

Full-body reference of Vex, a delinquent magical girl with spiked ruby prosthetics (gem coated leg and crystal arms). Four dynamic poses showcasing agility. Isolate: Ruby-leg with piston-like joints and fracture lines. pigtails and frilly short dress

4 months ago

Charles Manson staring directly into camera, haunting psychopathic grin, unsettling wide eyes — his face sculpted from softly glowing cracked porcelain, fine fracture lines across cheeks and forehead, semi-translucent ceramic, subtle gothic detailing, flickering film grain texture, soft chiaroscuro glow, cracked porcelain reflecting dim light, eerie innocence and madness fusion — typography “serial act” is at top in bold splattering gothic font,old animation reel effect, worn and flickering,ultrarealistic,ultradetailed,16K.

8 months ago

Full-body reference of Vex, a delinquent magical girl with spiked ruby prosthetics (gem coated leg and crystal arms). Four dynamic poses showcasing agility. Isolate: Ruby-leg with piston-like joints and fracture lines.

4 months ago

Charles Manson staring directly into camera, haunting psychopathic grin, unsettling wide eyes — his face sculpted from softly glowing cracked porcelain, fine fracture lines across cheeks and forehead, semi-translucent ceramic glow — 1920s Cuphead rubberhose cartoon style, monochrome vintage palette, surreal horror undertones — exaggerated cartoon features with subtle gothic detailing, flickering film grain texture, soft chiaroscuro glow, cracked porcelain reflecting dim light, eerie innocence and madness fusion — old animation reel effect, worn and flickering”

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise, golden hour morning, large sunrise, brilliant colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

9 days ago

**TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE BULL** A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a venomous fish or a dying star. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. The vast cliff face behind it is the only witness, eroding in its presence. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre, a phantom. A legendary Black fighting bull, rendered in spray paint and soul by an unseen hand upon the cliff wall. It is the ghost of Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

9 days ago

A raw still frame. Not a car. A scar on the landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Orange like a warning. Its scissor doors aren't open; they're splayed, a predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound. A pressure wave of pure intent. The cliff face behind it is the only witness, eroding in its presence. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber isn't a finish; it's exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that hasn't started yet. It isn't parked. It's interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. The last light doesn't gleam; it bleeds on the sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air before the V12 even turns over. The promise of a storm contained in a silhouette. Combined with exotic brilliant street art that blends Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise, golden hour morning, large sunrise, brilliant colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are closed. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. Text: "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE BULL Murciélago A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

9 days ago

A raw still frame. Not a car. A scar on the landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Orange like a warning. Its scissor doors aren't open; they're splayed, a predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound. A pressure wave of pure intent. The cliff face behind it is the only witness, eroding in its presence. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber isn't a finish; it's exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that hasn't started yet. It isn't parked. It's interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. The last light doesn't gleam; it bleeds on the sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air before the V12 even turns over. The promise of a storm contained in a silhouette. Combined with exotic brilliant street art that blends Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

9 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

9 days ago

A raw still frame. Not a car. A scar on the landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Orange like a warning. Its scissor doors aren't open; they're splayed, a predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound. A pressure wave of pure intent. The vast cliff face edge behind it is the only witness, eroding in its presence. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber isn't a finish; it's exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that hasn't started yet. It isn't parked. It's interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. The last light doesn't gleam; it bleeds on the sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air before the V12 even turns over. The promise of a thunderstorm is contained in the background in a silhouette. Combined with exotic brilliant street art that blends Combined with: Murciélago a legendary Black fighting bull in Spain that survived 24 sword strokes in 1879, perfectly fitting Lamborghini's bull-fighting tradition. Captured by the best wildlife photographer in the whole wide world. Create a Tribute of that day Signature: JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

13 days ago

Vast 18th-century megacities are sitting beneath a darkened sky. The planet Artta, sanctuary of the Blind, a world of forgotten faith and fractured light. 18th-century cities lined the relics of Old Earth. Bright skies shine as strange birds fly in the sky. Unreal Engine 5 cinematic realism, volumetric dust, flickering neon hymns across 18th-century architecture. Atmosphere solemn, devotional, and tragic—beauty surviving in decay.

13 days ago

Vast 18th-century megacities are sitting beneath a darkened sky. The planet Artta, sanctuary of the Blind, a world of forgotten faith and fractured light. 18th-century cities lined the relics of Old Earth. Bright skies shine as a strange bird flies in the sky. Artta Space Station can be seen in the sky. Unreal Engine 5 cinematic realism, volumetric dust, flickering neon hymns across 18th-century architecture. Atmosphere solemn, devotional, and tragic—beauty surviving in decay.