my breath slow and heavy prompts

6 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, cinematic photograph in the style of 1970s Soviet sci-fi:1.3), depicting a lone Soviet Arctic explorer struggling through an intense blizzard (flying snow particles:1.7) as the setting sun (setting sun through blizzard:1.5) tries to pierce through the swirling storm. The explorer is clad in a bulky, worn, and weathered retro-futuristic spacesuit, with faded red and white accents and a prominently displayed CCCP insignia across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5). His suit is covered in frost and ice, battered by the harsh Arctic conditions, with snow clinging to the edges and joints. The blizzard is fierce, with snow and ice particles violently flying through the air (flying snow particles:1.7), obscuring the landscape and making the explorer’s journey even more treacherous. The air is thick with whipping snow, which interacts with the faint light from the setting sun (sunlight piercing through storm:1.5), casting dim, golden beams that struggle to penetrate the storm. The light creates fleeting, volumetric shafts through the blizzard, catching on the swirling snowflakes and illuminating the scene in brief, ghostly flashes. Despite the fading light and harsh conditions, the explorer presses on toward a barely visible nuclear generator (nuclear generator:1.4), half-buried under the snow. His steps are slow and heavy, with snow building up around his legs as he fights against the wind. The worn spacesuit shows signs of prolonged use, with cracks in the visor fogging over, and his breath visible inside the helmet. Snow particles whip violently around him, catching the last of the day’s light, while patches of golden sunlight filter through the blizzard, giving a surreal and fleeting glow to the harsh, frozen landscape. The setting sun casts long, dramatic shadows across the snow-covered ground, but the intensity of the storm continually threatens to snuff out the light, making the environment feel overwhelming and unforgiving. The blizzard is relentless, with snow and ice clinging to the explorer’s spacesuit, and the setting sun adds a feeling of urgency, as if time is running out. The last beams of sunlight interact with the flying snow particles, creating a flickering effect, with the light constantly shifting and fading as the explorer marches forward.

6 months ago

A **dark and twisted Wonderland** unfurls, transformed into a **haunting nightmare** where every corner pulses with malevolent energy. The once whimsical landscape is now warped, twisted, and drenched in an unsettling, nightmarish atmosphere. The ground beneath your feet is cracked, like the skin of some ancient beast, with dark roots curling through the earth like sinister veins, pulsating with an eerie life force. The air is thick with a palpable tension, a heavy weight that presses against your chest. Above, the sky churns in a swirling maelstrom of deep **purple** and **blood-red** hues, the colors constantly shifting, as though the heavens themselves are in torment. These ominous clouds swirl with an unnatural force, casting shifting shadows and strange, ghostly lights that dance across the land below. The air crackles with the whispers of long-forgotten creatures, their voices an unsettling mix of laughter and cries of anguish. The trees, once delicate and enchanting, now writhe in grotesque forms, their gnarled branches twisted into horrific shapes, reaching like skeletal fingers towards the sky. Their leaves are dark, almost black, with sharp edges, resembling jagged claws. Strange, glowing eyes peer out from the darkness between the trees, watching, waiting. The familiar figures of Wonderland are no longer innocent and playful. The **Mad Hatter's** hat is tattered, his grin more menacing than ever, his eyes glowing with madness. The **White Rabbit** scurries past with a twisted, skeletal form, its fur matted and stained, leaving a trail of blood behind it as it vanishes into the shadows. The **Cheshire Cat** grins wider, its smile stretching unnaturally across its face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, its body flickering in and out of existence like a ghost in the fog. A crooked, decaying mansion looms in the distance, its windows shattered, leaking an eerie greenish light that pulses with each beat of the land's dark heart. The walls of the mansion seem to breathe, expanding and contracting, as if it is alive with some ancient malevolent force. The sound of dripping water echoes through the air, but it’s not water—it's blood, flowing in a slow, rhythmic stream that stains the cracked ground red. In the distance, the sound of distant bells tolls—deep, mournful chimes that reverberate through the land, signifying the passage of time in this nightmarish realm. The landscape seems to pulse and shift, an ever-changing labyrinth of fear, madness, and decay, drawing you deeper into its twisted heart. The entire scene is bathed in an unnatural light, as if the moon itself has been swallowed by the madness of Wonderland, leaving only an unsettling, shifting glow that amplifies the nightmarish nature of this once-innocent world. This is no longer Wonderland. It is a place of horror, a **haunting nightmare** under the oppressive weight of a **swirling purple and blood-red sky**, where the laws of reality have been bent and broken, and only darkness and fear reign.; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle

6 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, cinematic photograph in the style of 1970s Soviet sci-fi:1.3), depicting a lone Soviet Arctic explorer struggling through an intense blizzard (flying snow particles:1.7) as the setting sun (setting sun through blizzard:1.5) tries to pierce through the swirling storm. The explorer is clad in a bulky, worn, and weathered retro-futuristic spacesuit, with faded red and white accents and a prominently displayed CCCP insignia across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5). His suit is covered in frost and ice, battered by the harsh Arctic conditions, with snow clinging to the edges and joints. The blizzard is fierce, with snow and ice particles violently flying through the air (flying snow particles:1.7), obscuring the landscape and making the explorer’s journey even more treacherous. The air is thick with whipping snow, which interacts with the faint light from the setting sun (sunlight piercing through storm:1.5), casting dim, golden beams that struggle to penetrate the storm. The light creates fleeting, volumetric shafts through the blizzard, catching on the swirling snowflakes and illuminating the scene in brief, ghostly flashes. Despite the fading light and harsh conditions, the explorer presses on toward a barely visible nuclear generator (nuclear generator:1.4), half-buried under the snow. His steps are slow and heavy, with snow building up around his legs as he fights against the wind. The worn spacesuit shows signs of prolonged use, with cracks in the visor fogging over, and his breath visible inside the helmet. Snow particles whip violently around him, catching the last of the day’s light, while patches of golden sunlight filter through the blizzard, giving a surreal and fleeting glow to the harsh, frozen landscape. The setting sun casts long, dramatic shadows across the snow-covered ground, but the intensity of the storm continually threatens to snuff out the light, making the environment feel overwhelming and unforgiving. The blizzard is relentless, with snow and ice clinging to the explorer’s spacesuit, and the setting sun adds a feeling of urgency, as if time is running out. The last beams of sunlight interact with the flying snow particles, creating a flickering effect, with the light constantly shifting and fading as the explorer marches forward.

6 months ago

First-person POV, I am lying on my back inside the tent, my breath slow and heavy. The dim light of the oil lamp flickers against the fabric walls. A warm, red liquid seeps from my abdomen, spreading across the ground beneath me. My crimson silk robe, embroidered with golden Persian motifs, is slightly disheveled, and my dark wool tunic clings to me, damp and heavy. My right hand still grips the hilt of my sword, its blade resting on the ground beside me. The tent’s entrance shifts slightly with the night breeze , and beyond it, four armed figures move cautiously. Their weapons catch the faint light as they draw closer. I stare at the ceiling of the tent, my vision sharp, my grip firm. This is not the end.

2 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, cinematic photograph in the style of 1970s Soviet sci-fi:1.3), depicting a lone Soviet Arctic explorer struggling through an intense blizzard (flying snow particles:1.7) as the setting sun (setting sun through blizzard:1.5) tries to pierce through the swirling storm. The explorer is clad in a bulky, worn, and weathered retro-futuristic spacesuit, with faded red and white accents and a prominently displayed CCCP insignia across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5). His suit is covered in frost and ice, battered by the harsh Arctic conditions, with snow clinging to the edges and joints. The blizzard is fierce, with snow and ice particles violently flying through the air (flying snow particles:1.7), obscuring the landscape and making the explorer’s journey even more treacherous. The air is thick with whipping snow, which interacts with the faint light from the setting sun (sunlight piercing through storm:1.5), casting dim, golden beams that struggle to penetrate the storm. The light creates fleeting, volumetric shafts through the blizzard, catching on the swirling snowflakes and illuminating the scene in brief, ghostly flashes. Despite the fading light and harsh conditions, the explorer presses on toward a barely visible nuclear generator (nuclear generator:1.4), half-buried under the snow. His steps are slow and heavy, with snow building up around his legs as he fights against the wind. The worn spacesuit shows signs of prolonged use, with cracks in the visor fogging over, and his breath visible inside the helmet. Snow particles whip violently around him, catching the last of the day’s light, while patches of golden sunlight filter through the blizzard, giving a surreal and fleeting glow to the harsh, frozen landscape. The setting sun casts long, dramatic shadows across the snow-covered ground, but the intensity of the storm continually threatens to snuff out the light, making the environment feel overwhelming and unforgiving. The blizzard is relentless, with snow and ice clinging to the explorer’s spacesuit, and the setting sun adds a feeling of urgency, as if time is running out. The last beams of sunlight interact with the flying snow particles, creating a flickering effect, with the light constantly shifting and fading as the explorer marches forward. The mood is one of isolation and survival, heightened by the combination of the setting sun’s faint warmth and the cold, brutal storm. The explorer’s worn gear and the harsh, shifting light emphasize the clash between nature’s fury and human endurance, while the retro-futuristic design of the spacesuit and equipment ties the scene back to a 1970s Soviet sci-fi aesthetic