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First person POV, the Sultan’s hands rest on the ornate golden armrests of the imperial throne, adorned with detailed Ottoman rings. The camera angle focuses solely on the Sultan’s hands as they grip the armrests, fingers visible with the glint of gemstone rings. The grand, dimly lit divan room stretches out before him, with high marble pillars, intricate Ottoman tile work, and hanging tapestries depicting the empire’s history. The sound of murmured conversations and the rustling of parchment fills the air as various viziers, advisors, and generals stand in front of the throne, discussing affairs of the state. The Sultan’s fingers tap lightly on the armrest, a silent command for attention. Through the wide windows, the skyline of Istanbul can be seen, bathed in the soft glow of daylight. The golden chandeliers above cast soft light on the marble floor and the detailed embroidery on the Sultan's velvet robe, but the focus is solely on the Sultan’s hands, poised with the power to decide the fate of the empire. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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First-person POV from a flooded coastal street during the 2004 tsunami. The camera shows the character’s muddy hands outstretched in panic while running. In front of him, panicked civilians are fleeing in all directions. Floodwater rushes violently through the street, sweeping away motorcycles, market stalls, and palm trees. A nearby building begins to collapse with a thunderous rumble, sending debris into the air. Rain falls lightly, mixing with rising smoke and electrical sparks from broken power lines. Only the hands are visible. The tone is chaotic and intense.

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First person POV, the Sultan sits confidently on a grand, ornate throne in the middle of a vast battlefield. His hands rest on the golden armrests of the throne, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings. The camera focuses on his hands as they grip the armrests, poised with authority. In front of him, Ottoman soldiers are lined up in perfect formation: elite Janissaries, archers on horseback, and infantry soldiers, all standing tall and disciplined. Turkish flags wave proudly in the wind, their bright red color contrasting against the dusty battlefield. The scene is filled with the energy of preparation for battle, yet the Sultan remains calm and commanding on his throne. The battlefield stretches into the distance, with the sun casting a golden glow over the soldiers, as they await their leader’s command. The atmosphere is tense but respectful, as the Sultan surveys the scene, ready to lead his forces to victory. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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POV first-person perspective shot captures the lower half of my body as I lie inside a traditional canvas tent. I am dressed in the historical attire of Arab soldiers—a long, loose-fitting tunic made of lightweight fabric, designed for comfort and movement in harsh climates. A belt cinches the garment at my waist, keeping it secure. On my feet, I wear thick-soled leather sandals or short leather boots, reinforced with straps wrapping around my ankles for durability on long marches and rough terrain. The worn leather creaks slightly as I shift my position. The entrance of the tent is directly in front of my feet, partially open, revealing the dark night beyond. In the distance, three soldiers stand together, engaged in conversation. Their voices are low, their postures relaxed, unaware of my presence. They are focused on their discussion, their gazes directed elsewhere, away from the camera. The dim light of a nearby fire flickers against the darkness, casting shifting shadows across the ground. The night air is still, save for the occasional gust of wind that makes the flames dance.

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POV first-person, I am standing in front of a full-length mirror. No part of my body is visible in the frame, only my reflection in the mirror. I am wearing casual home clothing. The room has a soft, warm light, with a slight reflection on the mirror’s surface. The space appears slightly messy, with a few personal items on a nearby table. The camera is positioned directly in front of the mirror, capturing my reflection naturally and clearly.

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First-person POV: you open your eyes while lying on a thin, hard mattress placed directly on the cracked linoleum floor of a cold, concrete-walled apartment. In front of you, your feet are visible under a faded wool blanket. Pale morning light seeps through a small, barred window covered in frost. The ceiling is low and stained. To the right, hanging above eye level, are two framed portraits of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il, their eyes seemingly watching you even in the silence. The room is sparse—no furniture except a rusted metal cabinet and an old state-issued radio softly murmuring distant propaganda. Your breath fogs in the freezing air as the sound of a patriotic hymn echoes faintly from a loudspeaker outside. The atmosphere is quiet, rigid, and lifeless. The scent of old dust, damp cement, and faint coal smoke fills your lungs. Your body is stiff from the cold, and your fingers instinctively reach for the edge of the blanket, as if to pull reality back over your eyes. Visual specs: • 8K ultra-detailed cinematic realism, HDR, IMAX Laser style, stylize 750 • Camera: Canon R5 • Lens: 16mm • Aperture: f/4 • Lighting: weak dawn light from window, diffused and cold • Composition: perfectly centered first-person view, camera at eye level, feet visible stretched toward the wall

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First-person POV: you open your eyes while lying on a thin, hard mattress placed directly on the cracked linoleum floor of a cold, concrete-walled apartment. In front of you, your feet are visible under a faded wool blanket. Pale morning light seeps through a small, barred window covered in frost. The ceiling is low and stained. To the right, hanging above eye level, are two framed portraits of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il, their eyes seemingly watching you even in the silence. The room is sparse—no furniture except a rusted metal cabinet and an old state-issued radio softly murmuring distant propaganda. Your breath fogs in the freezing air as the sound of a patriotic hymn echoes faintly from a loudspeaker outside. The atmosphere is quiet, rigid, and lifeless. The scent of old dust, damp cement, and faint coal smoke fills your lungs. Your body is stiff from the cold, and your fingers instinctively reach for the edge of the blanket, as if to pull reality back over your eyes. Visual specs: • 8K ultra-detailed cinematic realism, HDR, IMAX Laser style, stylize 750 • Camera: Canon R5 • Lens: 16mm • Aperture: f/4 • Lighting: weak dawn light from window, diffused and cold • Composition: perfectly centered first-person view, camera at eye level, feet visible stretched toward the wall

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POV first-person perspective shot captures the lower half of my body as I lie inside a traditional canvas tent. I am dressed in the historical attire of Arab soldiers—a long, loose-fitting tunic made of lightweight fabric, designed for comfort and movement in harsh climates. A belt cinches the garment at my waist, securing it in place. On my feet, I wear traditional leather sandals reinforced with thick soles, their straps wrapping securely around my ankles, the kind worn by warriors of the past for durability and grip on rough terrain. The entrance of the tent is directly in front of my feet, partially open, revealing the dark night beyond. Flickering light dances across the ground as a group of soldiers, dressed in the same historical garments, stand at a distance outside. They hold torches, their flames casting long, wavering shadows across the landscape. The atmosphere is tense—silent, except for the occasional crackle of fire. The dim glow of the torches barely illuminates their faces, but their posture is unmistakable. They are watching. Waiting.

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First person POV, the male pale hands grip the reins of his majestic white horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman purple rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with silver and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the snow rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, with his beauty wife stand up in front of his horse, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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pov shot, straight front view of a young Island girl in traditional island garbs, mid-20s, rushing toward, on water, the camera::1.5 close-up shot, crashing ocean waves around her, foggy and smoke, high shutter speed, motion blur, glaring anamorphic lens flare, daylight lighting, warm palette, award winning photography,

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front view facing pov of an evil graffiti anime style character with really dark coal black skin and glowing eyes, there should be smoke coming off him because he's burning so hot, he has demonic features and a smile showing his shark sharp teeth with really big wild oversized very thick style and overly textured dreads with blonde highlights, he is dressed in urban wear and nike jordan 11 sneakers, in his right hand he's holding a really oversized giant old gunmetal colored style gun with flames and smoke coming off of it, the gun should be actually bigger than he is and is actually being held up by his shoulder, in his left hand he has a can of blue spray paint, behind him on the wall is exploding with cracks around the wall rocks, debris and the colors splashing exploding everywhere even dripping on the character, the wall and the ground, cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, dynamic, 3d illustration

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above view front (the Morticia Addams POV) Obese Wednesday Addams taking communion receiving the ostia on the tongue surprised, shocked curvy XL breast (double hair braids) (black hair) in the Addams mansion, crouching, in black dress with white collar and cuffs.

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POV first-person, standing in front of a mirror, dancing gracefully. The space around me is my small, minimalist living room with modern Iranian decor and a Persian rug on the floor. The soft light from the lamp casts a warm glow around, adding a cozy vibe to the room. Only my reflection in the mirror is visible, capturing my movements as I dance. My posture is confident, and I’m fully immersed in the rhythm of the traditional Iranian dance. The mirror reflects the elegance of my body as I move, with fluid hand gestures and smooth footwork. The rest of the room is faintly visible in the reflection, but the focus is entirely on me as I dance. The ambiance is warm and lively, with the soft lighting enhancing the mood of the space.

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POV first-person, I am standing in front of a mirror. The camera is positioned directly facing the mirror, capturing only my reflection. Nothing from my actual body is visible in the frame only what appears in the mirror. I am wearing a casual t-shirt with the word "تهران" (Tehran in Persian script) printed across the chest. The text is clearly visible and naturally blends with the fabric. The room has a warm and slightly dim atmosphere, with soft lighting reflecting on the mirror. The background is a simple, modern Iranian-style home, minimalistic yet cozy. High realism, detailed textures, and natural lighting.

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POV first-person, I am standing in front of a mirror, dancing. The camera captures the scene from my eyes, as if I am looking at myself in the mirror. My reflection moves fluidly, matching my rhythm. My hands are natural and relaxed, moving smoothly with the dance. The lighting in the room is warm, casting soft shadows on the walls. The atmosphere feels personal and lively, as I focus on my movements in the mirror, enjoying the moment. High realistic.

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POV first-person, I am standing in front of a mirror. The camera is positioned directly facing the mirror, capturing only my reflection. Nothing from my actual body is visible in the frame only what appears in the mirror. I am wearing a casual t-shirt with the word "Tehran" printed across the chest. The text is clearly visible and naturally blends with the fabric. The room has a warm and slightly dim atmosphere, with soft lighting reflecting on the mirror. The background is a simple, modern Iranian-style home, minimalistic yet cozy. High realism, detailed textures, and natural lighting.

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POV first-person, I am standing in front of a full-length mirror. No part of my body is visible in the frame, only my reflection in the mirror. I am wearing casual home clothing. The room has a soft, warm light, with a slight reflection on the mirror’s surface. The space appears slightly messy, with a few personal items on a nearby table. The camera is positioned directly in front of the mirror, capturing my reflection naturally and clearly.

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POV first-person, I am man and i standing in front of a mirror, dancing. The camera captures the scene from my eyes, as if I am looking at myself in the mirror. My reflection moves fluidly, matching my rhythm. My hands are natural and relaxed, moving smoothly with the dance. The lighting in the room is warm, casting soft shadows on the walls. The atmosphere feels personal and lively, as I focus on my movements in the mirror, enjoying the moment. High realistic.

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POV first-person, I am a djinn, standing secretly in front of a mirror, looking at myself. My face is terrifying and dark, made of swirling black smoke. My body is grotesque, with elongated fingers, only three in total, each with long, dirty, and sharp nails. The atmosphere around me is eerie and unsettling, filled with darkness. The room is an Iranian modern home, yet it maintains an Iranian vibe, with subtle traditional touches. The lighting is dim and ominous, adding to the terrifying and sinister aura of the space. The entire scene feels foreboding, with shadows that seem to stretch unnaturally across the room.

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POV first-person, I am man, i standing directly in front of a mirror, dancing. The camera is from my eyes, meaning only my reflection is visible in the mirror—no side angles, no external view of me. My hands move naturally with the rhythm, fluid and expressive. The lighting is warm, casting a soft glow on my reflection. The background of the room is slightly blurred, keeping focus on my movements in the mirror. The atmosphere feels personal and immersive as I enjoy dancing, watching myself in the mirror. High realistic.

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"POV first-person. I am a male djinn, standing in front of a mirror in a bright, modern Iranian home. The only thing visible is my reflection in the mirror. My face is haunting and ashen black, shaped with sharp features and glowing eyes. My skin looks like thick smoke, and I have three long, thin fingers and toes, ending in sharp, black, dirty nails. My legs are goat-like, with dark, cloven hooves. The camera angle is from my own eyes, so nothing is visible except for my reflection in the mirror. The room around me is softly illuminated by daylight, revealing the Persian rug and Iranian decor, but the focus is entirely on my eerie reflection."

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POV first-person, I am man and i standing in front of a mirror, dancing. I am looking at myself in the mirror. My reflection moves fluidly, matching my rhythm. My hands are natural and relaxed, moving smoothly with the dance. The lighting in the room is warm, casting soft shadows on the walls. The atmosphere feels personal and lively, as I focus on my movements in the mirror, enjoying the moment. High realistic.

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POV first-person, I am a dog standing on all fours, looking down at my front paws on the ground. My two front paws are clearly visible in the frame, positioned naturally and resting on the floor. The camera angle is from my own eyes, looking downward at my paws. The floor beneath me is detailed and realistic, with textures like wood, tile, or concrete. The lighting is soft and natural, casting subtle shadows for depth. Everything appears completely natural and lifelike.

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