her gaze far away prompts

9 months ago

Bé Chuille is portrayed as a striking and enigmatic figure, her presence both serene and otherworldly. Her face is delicate yet powerful, with high cheekbones and a smooth, pale complexion that glows softly in the light. Her deep, dark eyes shimmer with ancient knowledge, reflecting a profound connection to the supernatural forces that shape the world around her. Her long, dark hair cascades down her back in loose waves, with small braids woven throughout, adorned with natural elements like feathers, beads, and tiny flowers that symbolize her connection to the earth. She wears a flowing, simple gown made of earthy tones, the fabric light and almost translucent, catching the air as she moves. The gown is decorated with intricate Celtic patterns, subtle symbols that represent the ancient magic of the land. A silver torc, a distinctive Celtic necklace, rests around her neck, its design both ancient and timeless, symbolizing her royal or divine status. The torc catches the light, glinting with the faintest hint of magic. Her posture is graceful and poised, embodying both the wisdom of the ages and the strength of a warrior. One hand rests on a staff, carved from wood and adorned with runic symbols and small charms that resonate with spiritual power. The other hand is open, palm facing upward, as if she is communing with the elements or channeling ancient forces. Her expression is calm yet intensely focused, her gaze far away, as if she is seeing beyond the mortal realm into another dimension of reality. The background is an ancient, mist-covered forest, with towering trees that seem to whisper the secrets of the old world. The air is thick with magic, and the ground is covered in soft moss and wildflowers. Shafts of light filter through the dense canopy above, illuminating her figure in a soft, ethereal glow. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of reverence and timelessness, as if Bé Chuille is both a part of the earth and a spiritual conduit to the divine forces that govern the natural world.

5 months ago

A dazzling night scene of a vibrant metropolis, often described as a “million-dollar view.” The setting is framed from a high-rise hotel room’s window. On the right side of the frame, slightly toward the distance, a small, fluffy white kitten sits by the window. The kitten is about 4 months old, and only its silhouette is visible, showing its back and side profile. Its posture suggests it might be gazing far away or peacefully resting. Surrounding the scene, a delicate mist spreads through the air, lending an ethereal quality to the environment. The ground outside glistens with moisture, reflecting subtle light and enhancing the dreamlike ambiance. The visual composition is designed in a 16:9 aspect ratio, with soft, glowing tones emphasizing blues, whites, and subtle sparkling lights for a magical and serene effect.--s 1000 --ar 16:9 --v 6.0 -

5 months ago

A dazzling night scene of a vibrant metropolis, often described as a “million-dollar view.” The setting is framed from a high-rise hotel room’s window. On the right side of the frame, slightly toward the distance, a small, fluffy white kitten sits by the window. The kitten is about 4 months old, and only its silhouette is visible, showing its back and side profile. Its posture suggests it might be gazing far away or peacefully resting. Surrounding the scene, a delicate mist spreads through the air, lending an ethereal quality to the environment. The ground outside glistens with moisture, reflecting subtle light and enhancing the dreamlike ambiance. The visual composition is designed in a 16:9 aspect ratio, with soft, glowing tones emphasizing blues, whites, and subtle sparkling lights for a magical and serene effect.--s 1000 --ar 16:9 --v 6.0 -

7 months ago

You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan

7 months ago

You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan

7 months ago

You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan

1 month ago

. Spread out before her was a tableau like none she had ever seen. Warm, golden light and sapphire sky presided over a bustling scene on a scale that defied her imagination. They stood in a broad entryway of colored stone. Behind them, the double doors led into a surprisingly small building of green and white. Another statue of an overturned jug, pouring water into a basin, stood to their right, gleaming wetly in gold and hanging over turquoise water. A pathway led down a small hill to what Ariadne could only describe as a boulevard of dreams. A wide street paved in iridescent stone bustled with pedestrians and conveyances of strange and crazy types. They flew, floated, swam and rolled, walking and hopping along, on business of some sort. Buildings of every imaginable architecture lined the streets: squat and low, tall and sinuous, sprawling and ancient, gleaming and modern. The effect dizzied her. From their vantage point, Ariadne could see streets like this extending as far as her eyes could see, becoming indistinct and hazy in the distance. But that’s not what got her. What got her was the sky. The sky was full and empty at the same time. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see nothing but blue sky and emptiness. But when she looked up and focused a bit, suddenly, buildings and islands floated before her, hanging defiantly in the air, daring her to make something of their blithe disregard of gravity. When she looked away, the buildings would fade, and new ones would appear. As she scanned the sky, rows of buildings and islands and castles appeared and disappeared, giving the effect of a giant flip book turning across the sky. The structures appeared everywhere she looked if she squinted just right. If she let her gaze relax a bit, the buildings disappeared again. Where the buildings were visible, she swore she could see people walking in midair in front of them, strolling along as if unaware they hung hundreds of feet in the air. Gentle music tickled her ears, something orchestral, soft enough to be soothing, vague enough to avoid being cloying and annoying.

1 month ago

. Spread out before her was a tableau like none she had ever seen. Warm, golden light and sapphire sky presided over a bustling scene on a scale that defied her imagination. They stood in a broad entryway of colored stone. Behind them, the double doors led into a surprisingly small building of green and white. Another statue of an overturned jug, pouring water into a basin, stood to their right, gleaming wetly in gold and hanging over turquoise water. A pathway led down a small hill to what Ariadne could only describe as a boulevard of dreams. A wide street paved in iridescent stone bustled with pedestrians and conveyances of strange and crazy types. They flew, floated, swam and rolled, walking and hopping along, on business of some sort. Buildings of every imaginable architecture lined the streets: squat and low, tall and sinuous, sprawling and ancient, gleaming and modern. The effect dizzied her. From their vantage point, Ariadne could see streets like this extending as far as her eyes could see, becoming indistinct and hazy in the distance. But that’s not what got her. What got her was the sky. The sky was full and empty at the same time. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see nothing but blue sky and emptiness. But when she looked up and focused a bit, suddenly, buildings and islands floated before her, hanging defiantly in the air, daring her to make something of their blithe disregard of gravity. When she looked away, the buildings would fade, and new ones would appear. As she scanned the sky, rows of buildings and islands and castles appeared and disappeared, giving the effect of a giant flip book turning across the sky. The structures appeared everywhere she looked if she squinted just right. If she let her gaze relax a bit, the buildings disappeared again. Where the buildings were visible, she swore she could see people walking in midair in front of them, strolling along as if unaware they hung hundreds of feet in the air. Gentle music tickled her ears, something orchestral, soft enough to be soothing, vague enough to avoid being cloying and annoying.