shattered faces prompts

8 months ago

A cinematic dolly-out shot of a young man with a soft Sufi-style white robe, standing alone in a shattered, smoky landscape. His face is calm but sorrowful. Dust swirls in the air. The camera slowly pulls away as he stands still. The lighting is muted and moody. Emotion: grief, isolation, stillness. --v 6 --ar 16:9 --seed 987654321

7 months ago

((gritty, hyperrealistic painting:1.5)), ((Hulk and Superman locked in a brutal power struggle:1.5)), both hands clasped, fingers interlocked in a violent test of strength, muscles straining, tendons stretched to the limit. Superman, bruised, grounded, is down on one knee, his body twisting with resistance, arms trembling as he holds back the massive force bearing down on him. His blue suit is torn, his face bloodied, hair matted with sweat and soot, but his gaze is clear and defiant—no glowing eyes, only human resolve. The Hulk towers over him, full height—3 meters tall, 500 kilograms of brute muscle, drenched in sweat, skin streaked with grime and ash. His monstrous body looms with dominance, feet planted wide, both arms pressing down, veins bulging, face twisted in a roar of exertion. His skin cracks around his fists from the sheer pressure, saliva flying from his mouth as he snarls through clenched teeth. The ground beneath Superman’s knee is shattered, pressed inward by the weight. Shockwaves ripple through the dust, small stones hover in midair. The scene is dense with smoke, ash, and heat distortion, the ambient firelight casting flickering shadows over their bodies. Style: painted like an epic oil tableau—Caravaggio-like lighting, Repin’s anatomical drama, Beksiński’s apocalyptic ambiance. Every detail captured: grit on skin, blood at the lip, wrinkles in fabric, cracked stone, drifting embers, clenched fingers locked in struggle. Lighting: heavy chiaroscuro—low directional light from fires around them, long shadows falling across Superman’s face, rim lighting highlighting Hulk’s upper body, emphasizing the scale difference without diminishing the tension. Camera angle: low and close, from Superman’s left side, showing his knee pressed into shattered ground, arms lifted to hold off Hulk’s crushing weight. Hulk fills the vertical space, Superman dominates the emotional weight—a visual of pressure and refusal to yield. Art direction for Flux: – Hulk is 3m tall, 500kg, physically overwhelming, rendered with full weight and scale – Superman is human-scale, on one knee, but braced and locked in—the underdog with unbreakable resolve – Style: dark painterly realism, anatomical accuracy, no stylization, no superpowers shown – Textures: bruised flesh, torn cloth, cracked stone, sweat, grit, tension in the hands and faces – Environment: scorched battlefield, ambient smoke, sparks, fractured terrain, faint firelight – Theme: mythic struggle, physical scale vs inner will—no victor yet, only raw contest

8 months ago

An award-winning double exposure oil painting inspired by Richard Laymon’s Earthquake, capturing the raw chaos of a natural disaster intertwined with the primal darkness of human nature. The central figure is a woman, her body partially silhouetted against a collapsing suburban backdrop, her face marked by fear, resolve, and something deeper—survival at any cost. Within her form, the double exposure reveals scenes of shattered streets, crumbling buildings, and desperate human encounters. Tension coils through the imagery: shadowy figures moving in the rubble, a bloodstained hand reaching from beneath cracked pavement, and the flicker of fire against a fractured skyline. Elements of violence, vulnerability, and escape unfold within the chaos. The outer scene is a dust-choked twilight—sepia and ash, cut by veins of red and orange—while the interior imagery blazes with sharp contrasts: soft skin against jagged debris, silent tears beside echoing screams. Cracks run through both the landscape and the figure, suggesting that the earthquake did more than rupture the earth—it broke the boundaries of civility, safety, and self.

8 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

9 months ago

A family—mom, dad, and their young son—sit together in a room filled with shattered mirrors, their faces reflected in the broken glass. Each fragment of the mirror shows a different scene from the chaotic world around them—war, destruction, and chaos—but in the center, the family remains united, symbolizing strength and togetherness. The reflections create an unsettling feeling of a fragmented reality, while the family stands as a symbol of hope and love amidst the destruction. The mood is emotional, with a focus on the disconnection between the fractured world and the family's unity.

8 months ago

An award-winning oil painting masterpiece of gothic horror, drenched in dread and decay, depicting a deeply disturbing, broken antique doll abandoned in the rotting attic of a long-forgotten house. The doll sits slumped against a crumbling wooden beam, its body shattered in places—one arm missing, porcelain skull cracked wide open to reveal the hollow black within. Jagged fractures run down its face like veins, and from its single remaining eye, a glassy stare glints with unnatural awareness. Its dress, once delicate lace, hangs in tatters—stained with water damage, soot, and something darker. Mold creeps across the fabric in blotches of sickly green and grey. Strands of coarse hair cling to its scalp, damp and matted. A faint trail of something red and dry streaks down its chin, and its grin—half-formed, half-split—is too wide, too human. The room around it is soaked in dampness and decay. The wallpaper peels in curled sheets, revealing blackened, mold-covered boards beneath. The ceiling sags with rot, and rainwater drips slowly from a rusted pipe in the corner, pooling into a warped floorboard that has split open like a wound. The light is minimal—just a faint, sickly greenish glow leaking through a broken window veiled with grime, casting long shadows that twist unnaturally. The palette is dank and heavy—deep, desaturated hues of mildew green, rotting wood brown, ashen grey, and blood-maroon. The brushwork is thick, expressive, and moody, every stroke enhancing the feeling of moist air, silence, and a presence just beyond the frame. The overall effect is suffocating and magnetic—a visual whisper from the darker corners of memory and imagination. A chilling, unforgettable oil masterpiece—where the doll doesn’t just sit, but lingers

8 months ago

A surreal, monochrome world suspended between light and void. A blindfolded figure in flowing white robes stands alone at the edge of a jagged obsidian cliff, facing an abyss of swirling darkness. Behind them, the crumbling silhouette of a warped, angular city stretches across the horizon, its skyline fragmented like shattered glass. A ghostly, oversized moon hangs impossibly close in the white sky, casting harsh, stark lighting—razor-sharp highlights and inky shadows. The figure’s serene, unreadable face is hidden behind a blindfold. Their outstretched hand releases a black origami bird mid-flight, its wings unfurling as if ready to pierce the silence. Below the cliff, an endless abyss swirls with broken reflections, abstract glyphs, and ink-like patterns. The atmosphere feels carved from frost and smoke. The entire image is rendered in pure black and white, relying on extreme contrast and dramatic negative space. Folded fabric gleams against black rock, mist coils like smoke in frozen air. Expression and emotion are defined by silhouette, texture, and space. Style: surrealism, emotional symbolism, monochrome dreamscape Palette: pure black and white, high contrast Lighting: stark backlighting from a lunar source, deep shadows Mood: introspective, mysterious, frozen tension Composition: rule of thirds, minimalism, dramatic silhouette and texture balance Elements: flowing robes, origami bird, cliffs, moon, blindfolded figure, void, abstract ruins Rendering style: cinematic grayscale photography, high-resolution surrealist ink illustration, Octane monochrome shader, Unreal Engine lighting

8 months ago

A surreal, monochrome world suspended between light and void. A blindfolded figure in flowing white robes stands alone at the edge of a jagged obsidian cliff, facing an abyss of swirling darkness. Behind them, the crumbling silhouette of a warped, angular city stretches across the horizon, its skyline fragmented like shattered glass. A ghostly, oversized moon hangs impossibly close in the white sky, casting harsh, stark lighting—razor-sharp highlights and inky shadows. The figure’s serene, unreadable face is hidden behind a blindfold. Their outstretched hand releases a black origami bird mid-flight, its wings unfurling as if ready to pierce the silence. Below the cliff, an endless abyss swirls with broken reflections, abstract glyphs, and ink-like patterns. The atmosphere feels carved from frost and smoke. The entire image is rendered in pure black and white, relying on extreme contrast and dramatic negative space. Folded fabric gleams against black rock, mist coils like smoke in frozen air. Expression and emotion are defined by silhouette, texture, and space. Style: surrealism, emotional symbolism, monochrome dreamscape Palette: pure black and white, high contrast Lighting: stark backlighting from a lunar source, deep shadows Mood: introspective, mysterious, frozen tension Composition: rule of thirds, minimalism, dramatic silhouette and texture balance Elements: flowing robes, origami bird, cliffs, moon, blindfolded figure, void, abstract ruins Rendering style: cinematic grayscale photography, high-resolution surrealist ink illustration, Octane monochrome shader, Unreal Engine lighting

28 days ago

A hauntingly beautiful vampire stands amid a snow-covered graveyard, her skin an ethereal shade of icy blue that glows faintly under the cold moonlight. Her long, silver-white hair cascades in soft waves down her back, glinting like spun frost, framing a face both elegant and dangerous. Her body is slender yet curvaceous, moving with the languid grace of a predator accustomed to control. She wears a revealing gown of frozen lace and crystalline threads that shimmer like shattered ice, clinging to her form as if sculpted from winter itself. In her hand, she holds a single frozen rose, its petals rimed with frost. The air glows with mist from her visible breath, drifting around gravestones dusted in snow beneath a vast, luminous moon. Painted in the richly textured, gothic oil style of Tim Burton and Ayami Kojima, the scene blends macabre romance with decadent, dark fantasy allure.

4 months ago

A dark, decayed factory steeped in dampness and neglect. Rows of broken, lifeless androids hang from chains and diagnostic cables, their battered forms suspended like relics of a forgotten era. Each android faces forward, their heads slumped and limbs dangling limply, as if gravity alone holds them in place. The androids are diverse—some humanoid with slender frames and fragmented synthetic skin, others industrial with exposed hydraulics, rusted plating, and shattered components. Many are missing limbs, their wires and cables hanging loosely, sparking faintly in the oppressive gloom. Among the rows, two androids stand out—their hands intertwined in a final act of connection before their power cells died. One is humanoid, its delicate features cracked and weathered, its synthetic skin peeling to reveal intricate, rusting frameworks. The other is industrial, bulkier, with heavier plating and exposed joints, its arm barely holding on by a tangle of wires. Their clasped hands emit a faint glow, flickering like dying embers, the last remnant of their shared existence. The factory is drenched in atmosphere. Thick haze and mist cling to every surface, illuminated by the weak, flickering glow of malfunctioning CRT screens and sparking cables. Dim red light spills from a cracked overhead lamp, casting diffuse shadows across the room. A faint, rhythmic drip echoes through the cavernous space, the sound amplified by the oppressive silence. A flickering sign above the rows reads: “ANDROID MULTI-PURPOSE FOUNDRY.” The foundry walls are lined with rusted, obsolete machinery and control panels. Pools of stagnant water collect on the floor, reflecting the faint, scattered light in jagged, broken patterns. Dust and smoke swirl in the air, cutting through the faint godrays that streak through shattered skylights, further obscured by the thick haze. The shadows of dangling chains and lifeless androids create eerie silhouettes on the mist-covered walls. The atmosphere is suffocatingly gritty, a testament to the decay of innovation. The androids stand as silent witnesses to a bygone era, their shattered forms a chilling reflection of the hubris and failure of their creators. The two holding hands, surrounded by rows of decaying machines, remain a quiet, haunting symbol of connection amidst the ruin.

2 months ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature potato knight as Lancelot, knee-high, standing alone on a rain-drenched hill at twilight, overlooking the ruins of a fallen kingdom. His body is a single, massive russet potato — rough, deeply pitted skin covered in mud, dried sap, and old battle scars, some cracks sealed with hardened resin like scars of honor. His face emerges from the natural form: large, sorrowful human eyes — deep brown irises with soft golden highlights, framed by thick brows formed by ridges in his skin. His expression is noble, weary, and burdened by silent guilt — the look of a man who loved too loyally, and lost everything. He wears a tattered surcoat of faded blue linen (once the color of loyalty), torn at the edges, over leaf-plate armor reinforced with seed-shell pauldrons. Around his waist: a wide, weathered leather belt with a rusted iron buckle. On his head: a dented, ancient iron helmet — once polished, now oxidized — resting slightly askew, revealing one haunted eye. In his hand, he grips a broken lance of petrified rootwood, its tip shattered, yet held with unwavering resolve. At his feet, a single white flower grows through the cracks in the stone. Background: stormy sky, distant lightning, ruined castle spires swallowed by ivy, crows circling in the wind. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, desaturated twilight lighting with dramatic chiaroscuro, ultra-detailed textures (potato pores, mud grit, linen weave, rust flakes, water droplets, leaf veins), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

7 months ago

In a forgotten city where time no longer flows forward, a woman walks the alleyways dressed in a coat sewn from shattered watch faces and torn silk maps. Her right eye is a ticking dial; her left sees yesterday. She carries a silver fork, which she uses not for eating — but for prying lost seconds from walls, doorframes, and people's pockets.

1 month ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of Lord Narasimha, the ferocious half-lion, half-man avatar of Vishnu — captured mid-charge in a storm of divine fury. His four arms blaze with unstoppable cosmic energy: the Sudarshan Chakra spins like a golden comet, the Shankha emits a shockwave of sound, the Kaumodaki mace crackles with lightning, and his fourth hand tears through the darkness with radiant force. His muscular frame surges forward, golden fur rippling like living fire, veins glowing with molten energy. His roar splits the heavens — the embodiment of divine wrath unleashed upon evil. The golden and obsidian armor he wears flares with pulsing Sanskrit runes, each symbol igniting as his power intensifies. Trails of molten gold and blue plasma swirl around him, forming streaks of divine motion. Expression & Face: His leonine visage burns with righteous rage — mane ablaze, fangs glinting, eyes glowing like twin suns of creation and destruction. The air warps around his face with raw power, every hair of his mane flowing like fire in motion. Environment: A battlefield between realms — shattered temple stones and floating debris caught in divine turbulence. Blazing winds and cosmic dust spiral around him as lightning strikes illuminate his charging form. Flames burst from the ground beneath his feet, leaving trails of molten energy as he lunges forward toward the demon king. Lighting & Motion: Cinematic slow-motion — golden embers suspended midair, deep shadows framing his form, and backlight in hues of fiery orange, sapphire blue, and molten gold. The energy currents pulse dynamically through his armor conduits, emphasizing divine motion and unstoppable force. Rendered in UHD 8K detail using V-Ray tracing, Unreal Engine 5 cinematic rendering, and Substance Painter texturing, this scene embodies pure divine motion — wrath, justice, and cosmic protection converging into one unstoppable charge. Every texture — from the molten glow of his armor to the fragments of stone lifting under his aura — reflects divine vengeance in motion, capturing the precise instant when Lord Narasimha charges forth to destroy Hiranyakashipu, radiating the ultimate power of faith, fury, and protection.

8 days ago

An award-winning double exposure oil painting inspired by Richard Laymon’s Earthquake, capturing the raw chaos of a natural disaster intertwined with the primal darkness of human nature. The central figure is a woman, her body partially silhouetted against a collapsing suburban backdrop, her face marked by fear, resolve, and something deeper—survival at any cost. Within her form, the double exposure reveals scenes of shattered streets, crumbling buildings, and desperate human encounters. Tension coils through the imagery: shadowy figures moving in the rubble, a bloodstained hand reaching from beneath cracked pavement, and the flicker of fire against a fractured skyline. Elements of violence, vulnerability, and escape unfold within the chaos. The outer scene is a dust-choked twilight—sepia and ash, cut by veins of red and orange—while the interior imagery blazes with sharp contrasts: soft skin against jagged debris, silent tears beside echoing screams. Cracks run through both the landscape and the figure, suggesting that the earthquake did more than rupture the earth—it broke the boundaries of civility, safety, and self.

6 months ago

A cinematic, realistic woman in early medieval armor stands alone on a mist-covered battlefield after the fighting has ended. Her armor is a mix of worn leather, chainmail, and ancient scale plating, etched with faintly glowing blue runes — relics of a forgotten order. In her hand, she holds a legendary sword with a weathered, ornate hilt and a faint magical glow along the blade. The tip of the sword is broken and jagged, showing signs of fierce combat. A soft shaft of natural light breaks through an opening in the heavy overcast clouds above, gently illuminating her face. Her windblown hair clings to her skin, and her expression is solemn and weary — a victor burdened by the violence. Around her lie shattered spears, torn banners, and fallen warriors, scattered across muddy, blood-streaked ground. In the distance, the ruins of an old hillfort fade into the fog beneath the cloudy sky. Moody, cinematic lighting, dramatic atmosphere, highly detailed, 2048x2048.

6 months ago

A cinematic, realistic woman in early medieval armor stands alone on a mist-covered battlefield after the fighting has ended. Her armor is a mix of worn leather, chainmail, and ancient scale plating, etched with faintly glowing blue runes — relics of a forgotten order. In her hand, she holds a legendary sword with a weathered, ornate hilt and a faint magical glow along the blade. The tip of the sword is broken and jagged, showing signs of fierce combat. A soft shaft of natural light breaks through an opening in the heavy overcast clouds above, gently illuminating her face. Her windblown hair clings to her skin, and her expression is solemn and weary — a victor burdened by the violence. Around her lie shattered spears, torn banners, and fallen warriors, scattered across muddy, blood-streaked ground. In the distance, the ruins of an old hillfort fade into the fog beneath the cloudy sky. Moody, cinematic lighting, dramatic atmosphere, highly detailed, 2048x2048.

8 months ago

In the ashes of humanity, the machines didn’t rise—they evolved beside us. Welcome to the last rush for survival." Set in a sprawling futuristic megacity forged from the ruins of civilization, this cinematic scene captures the final moments of a world in collapse. The skyline is jagged with half-destroyed towers wrapped in neon and steel, flickering with broken holograms and propaganda. Below, chaos reigns as cyber-enhanced humans in patchwork armor race through smoke-filled streets and shattered flyovers, battling both time and enemies. Beside them move sentient machines—not overlords, but evolved companions and rivals. Hyper-realistic humanoid robots with expressive synthetic faces and intelligent eyes move with unsettling precision. Their exteriors show signs of life in war: scorched plating, exposed wiring, and adaptive mechanical limbs. Towering war mechs stride through burning rubble, scanning for threats with glowing optic sensors. Every robot is built to be strikingly believable to the human eye, with muscle-like hydraulics, subtle facial cues, and worn textures that reflect years of coexistence and combat. Blazing beam lights cut through dense urban smog as distant explosions ripple in the background. Vehicles—futuristic hybrids of armored trucks and drones—speed through elevated lanes, leaving trails of fire and dust. The air is thick with motion, urgency, and rebellion. This is the last great rush to survive in a world shared, not conquered, by machines. Ultra-detailed, photorealistic rendering, 4K realism, cinematic lighting, wide-angle perspective. Crafted for fans of dystopian futures, evolved AI, and humanity’s final stand.

1 month ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of Lord Narasimha, the fierce half-lion, half-man avatar of Vishnu — captured at the height of divine fury and cosmic protection. His four arms radiate overwhelming godly energy: one hand holds the Sudarshan Chakra blazing with solar light, another the Shankha (conch) resonating with divine sound, the third grips a golden mace crackling with thunder, and the fourth hand is raised in Abhaya Mudra, blessing devotees with fearless grace. His body is awe-inspiring and muscular, covered in celestial golden fur streaked with fiery orange and blue glow, symbolizing both rage and righteousness. His armor is a fusion of divine gold and molten lava steel, engraved with Sanskrit runes that pulse like living fire. From his shoulders flows a crimson cape laced with cosmic sparks, rippling as if charged with celestial wind. Face & Expression: His leonine visage is majestic and terrifying — a mane of flowing golden hair ablaze with divine energy, fangs bared mid-roar, eyes burning bright like twin suns. Yet beneath the wrath lies serenity — the calm of the preserver protecting his devotee. Environment: A shattered temple suspended between worlds, flames and lightning swirling around as he stands victorious over demonic darkness. Shards of stone hover mid-air under his divine aura; ethereal energy flows from his feet into the earth, restoring cosmic balance. Lighting & Atmosphere: High-contrast cinematic light — deep shadows rimmed with golden radiance, fiery embers swirling in the air. Subtle blue backlight outlines his divine form, creating an otherworldly aura. Rendered in UHD 8K resolution with V-Ray tracing, Unreal Engine 5 cinematic realism, and Substance Painter texturing, this artwork captures Lord Narasimha as the embodiment of divine rage and compassion — half-beast, half-god, all protector. Every detail — from the molten veins glowing beneath his armor to the storming clouds of light above — reveals the unstoppable power of faith defending innocence.

7 months ago

Dark fantasy character: Nightmare version of a cursed shardking. Violet-skinned humanoid with large twisted horns, cracked mirror embedded in chest glowing with violet light. His face twisted into a feral snarl, crimson burning eyes, long wild black hair in a misty storm. Wearing tattered black armor, fractured and veined with dead runes, mist-chains wrapping loosely around his body. Broken mirror shards embedded into his shoulder guards and cloak. Standing in shattered ruins with swirling mist and glowing embers. Atmosphere: dark myth, horror, tragic grandeur.

3 months ago

Photorealistic cinematic fantasy image of an ancient dragon looming over a battlefield of fallen soldiers. The dragon is colossal, scarred, and battle-worn, with cracked stone-like scales, chipped horns, torn wing membranes, and faint glowing fissures like dying embers. Dust plumes rise around its massive feet as it lowers its head toward a barefoot young girl. The girl stands small but unyielding in a wrinkled, dusty summer dress. With both hands raised naturally above her head, she holds a bouquet of wildflowers, her face glowing with courage and compassion as golden light catches her hair. Golden shafts of afternoon sunlight pierce smoky clouds, illuminating the girl and flowers in a sacred glow. Dust motes, drifting petals, faint embers, and haze soften the devastation. Around them, the battlefield is strewn with broken shields, shattered spears, and fallen armored soldiers fading into the smoke. Mood: epic, tragic yet tender, a heart-stirring legend where innocence triumphs in ruins of war. Photorealistic, ultra-detailed, cinematic, 8K, movie still style.

8 months ago

A powerful demon standing within an ancient crypt, wearing an intricate purple armor with glowing purple accents. The helmet is angular and jagged, engraved with arcane runes that glow faintly violet, its empty sockets emanating an eerie purple light. The segmented chest plate resembles a monstrous carapace, adorned with a central pulsating violet gem and subtle streaks of purple energy tracing across the surface. Oversized, spiked pauldrons flare outward, decorated with chaotic patterns highlighted by glowing violet lines. Clawed gauntlets feature razor-sharp talons and sinew-like engravings emitting subtle violet light, while the segmented greaves showcase embossed designs and knee guards shaped into grotesque skeletal faces, their hollow eyes glowing violet. Heavy boots, with sharp-edged soles, leave ominous impressions in the stone floor. The crypt is dark and decayed, with moss-covered walls, faintly glowing fungi, and dust swirling in the air. Cracked pillars support a vaulted ceiling, while skeletal remains and shattered relics litter the uneven floor. The demon’s commanding stance, legs apart and one clawed hand raised, emphasizes its imposing presence, the interplay of black and purple creating an aura of dread and arcane power." 4k, realistic, details

8 months ago

A powerful demon standing within an ancient crypt, wearing an intricate purple armor with glowing purple accents. The helmet is angular and jagged, engraved with arcane runes that glow faintly violet, its empty sockets emanating an eerie purple light. The segmented chest plate resembles a monstrous carapace, adorned with a central pulsating violet gem and subtle streaks of purple energy tracing across the surface. Oversized, spiked pauldrons flare outward, decorated with chaotic patterns highlighted by glowing violet lines. Clawed gauntlets feature razor-sharp talons and sinew-like engravings emitting subtle violet light, while the segmented greaves showcase embossed designs and knee guards shaped into grotesque skeletal faces, their hollow eyes glowing violet. Heavy boots, with sharp-edged soles, leave ominous impressions in the stone floor. The crypt is dark and decayed, with moss-covered walls, faintly glowing fungi, and dust swirling in the air. Cracked pillars support a vaulted ceiling, while skeletal remains and shattered relics litter the uneven floor. The demon’s commanding stance, legs apart and one clawed hand raised, emphasizes its imposing presence, the interplay of black and purple creating an aura of dread and arcane power." 4k, realistic, details

5 months ago

textured embossed oil impasto painting, unfinished. Full-length Abstract dream sequence,, reckless tragic imperfection wandering, wearing loose flowing grave shrouds. broken shattered bits of memories, fill my mind, tragic tear filled emotional storms, then being driven and tripping, hallucinogenic warped shards of my mind flared in the universal consciousness. Image is a 3D HDR dramatic, high-contrast retro vintage art noir acrylic on highly textured molded gesso base abstract surrealistic painting, featuring a human face emerging from a viscous, dark liquid that resembles oil. The face is partially submerged, with the mouth open wide in a scream or shout, creating a sense of urgency and intensity. The skin appears glossy and reflective due to the liquid, with highlights and shadows accentuating the facial features. The liquid covers most of the face, leaving only the eyes, nose, and mouth visible. The background is filled with the same dark liquid, creating a seamless and immersive environment. The overall tone is dark and moody, with a focus on the texture and movement of the liquid around the face.Bright bold vibrant fluid motion, bold impasto and oil paint, freehand broad fluid strokes, contemporary modernistic style, Full on raging Elemental storm ice fire wind torrential rain seascape, crashing waves jagged rocks. A lone ancient jagged twisted tree, Dark angel on one knee black wings semi enfolding the figure bows before the raging storm, backlit by lightning and a fiery glow. Dark Ominous powerful oil, gesso, impasto layered painting full-length creative random, HD 3D, heavily detailed and textured, stong contrasting shadows and light, illusion of movement, bold vibrant color, can clearly see the brushstrokes and palette brushes

5 months ago

textured embossed oil impasto painting, unfinished. Full-length Abstract dream sequence,, reckless tragic imperfection wandering, wearing loose flowing grave shrouds. broken shattered bits of memories, fill my mind, tragic tear filled emotional storms, then being driven and tripping, hallucinogenic warped shards of my mind flared in the universal consciousness. Image is a 3D HDR dramatic, high-contrast retro vintage art noir acrylic on highly textured molded gesso base abstract surrealistic painting, featuring a human face emerging from a viscous, dark liquid that resembles oil. The face is partially submerged, with the mouth open wide in a scream or shout, creating a sense of urgency and intensity. The skin appears glossy and reflective due to the liquid, with highlights and shadows accentuating the facial features. The liquid covers most of the face, leaving only the eyes, nose, and mouth visible. The background is filled with the same dark liquid, creating a seamless and immersive environment. The overall tone is dark and moody, with a focus on the texture and movement of the liquid around the face.Bright bold vibrant fluid motion, bold impasto and oil paint, freehand broad fluid strokes, contemporary modernistic style, Full on raging Elemental storm ice fire wind torrential rain seascape, crashing waves jagged rocks. A lone ancient jagged twisted tree, Dark angel on one knee black wings semi enfolding the figure bows before the raging storm, backlit by lightning and a fiery glow. Dark Ominous powerful oil, gesso, impasto layered painting full-length creative random, HD 3D, heavily detailed and textured, stong contrasting shadows and light, illusion of movement, bold vibrant color, can clearly see the brushstrokes and palette brushes