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Prompt by Koimbra888

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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.”

2 months ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature mushroom thief, knee-high, crouched in the shadows of a moonlit medieval alley, one hand gripping a stolen silver locket, the other pressed against a mossy stone wall. His body is a single, mature portobello mushroom — deep brown cap with cracked, leathery skin, gills exposed like tattered cloak folds, stem slightly bent from years of stealth. His face emerges from the cap’s underside: large, hypnotic human eyes — golden-amber irises with vertical slit pupils like a cat’s, glowing faintly in the dark, framed by thick, shadowed brows formed by the mushroom’s natural ridges. His mouth is a subtle, sly curve, barely visible beneath a dusting of spores. He wears a hooded cloak of moth-eaten velvet and dried lichen, patched with stolen silk scraps, cinched with a rope of braided root. On his head: a dented, tarnished iron coif — salvaged from a dead guard — pulled low over his brow, blending into the shadows. Rain mist clings to his cap; his breath fogs the cold air. Background: narrow alley between crumbling stone buildings, hanging laundry, distant torchlight flickering on wet cobblestones. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, chiaroscuro moonlight with cool shadows and warm torch highlights, ultra-detailed textures (mushroom gills, velvet fraying, rust flakes, spore dust, water droplets), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

2 months ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature garlic knight, knee-high, mounted on a spectral horse made of aged garlic roots and dried vines, riding through a misty battlefield at dawn. His body is a single, weathered garlic bulb — pale ivory skin with papery, translucent layers peeling at the edges, stained with mud, dried sap, and battle scars. His face emerges from the natural segmentation of the cloves: large, weary human eyes — deep brown irises with soft highlights, framed by thick brows formed by the ridges between cloves. His expression is calm, resolute, and slightly sorrowful — no vanity, only duty. He wears a tattered tunic of coarse burlap and leaf-plate armor, reinforced with seed-shell pauldrons, cinched with a wide, weathered leather belt — cracked, stained, with a rusted iron buckle. On his feet: tall, scuffed leather boots, curved toes, high heels — practical, not decorative. On his head: a dented iron helmet, salvaged from a fallen knight, wrapped in vine cords. His horse is a majestic creature of the earth — body formed from twisted garlic roots, mane of dried fibrous strands, eyes glowing faintly amber, hooves leaving faint steam on the wet ground. Background: ruined battlefield, broken lances, crows circling in fog, golden light piercing through storm clouds. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, desaturated dawn lighting with warm highlights, ultra-detailed textures (garlic papery layers, root fibers, leather grain, rust flakes, mud splatter, water droplets), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

2 months ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature mushroom thief, knee-high, crouched in the shadows of a moonlit medieval alley, one hand gripping a stolen silver locket, the other pressed against a mossy stone wall. His body is a single, mature portobello mushroom — deep brown cap with cracked, leathery skin, gills exposed like tattered cloak folds, stem slightly bent from years of stealth. His face emerges from the cap’s underside: large, hypnotic human eyes — golden-amber irises with vertical slit pupils like a cat’s, glowing faintly in the dark, framed by thick, shadowed brows formed by the mushroom’s natural ridges. His mouth is a subtle, sly curve, barely visible beneath a dusting of spores. He wears a hooded cloak of moth-eaten velvet and dried lichen, patched with stolen silk scraps, cinched with a rope of braided root. On his head: a dented, tarnished iron coif — salvaged from a dead guard — pulled low over his brow, blending into the shadows. Rain mist clings to his cap; his breath fogs the cold air. Background: narrow alley between crumbling stone buildings, hanging laundry, distant torchlight flickering on wet cobblestones. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, chiaroscuro moonlight with cool shadows and warm torch highlights, ultra-detailed textures (mushroom gills, velvet fraying, rust flakes, spore dust, water droplets), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

6 months ago

Wide cinematic shot, taken from behind, in a vast, sun-scorched desert. A dilapidated, rusted bus stop bench is positioned facing the horizon, with the camera directly behind the bench and the seated characters, creating a full rear-view composition. Seated on the bench are seven characters — ALL WITH THEIR BACKS TO THE CAMERA, facing forward, looking into the distance. NO FACES VISIBLE. NO EYE CONTACT. – A Muslim in traditional attire – An Orthodox Jew with a black coat and hat – A Catholic nun in full habit – A Sikh man with turban and beard – A Buddhist monk in saffron robes – A morbidly obese Superman, cape tattered, dragging in the dust – A tired executive in a suit, holding a briefcase loosely by his side All appear weary, slouched, fatigued, in a state of silent resignation. Above the bench is a weathered, cracked metal sign, rusted and peeling. The text on the sign clearly reads in faded, hand-painted letters: "Nobody has made it out alive." The desert around them is vast and empty, the ground cracked, sun-bleached, with long shadows stretching behind the figures. The mood is still, surreal, symbolic, and filled with existential weight. BACK VIEW ONLY. FULLY REAR-FACING COMPOSITION. CAMERA BEHIND BENCH AND ALL CHARACTERS. Shot with Cooke lenses, ARRI Alexa sensor, in 8K ultra-detailed resolution, high dynamic range, golden hour lighting, with dramatic shadows, subtle film grain. Color grading inspired by Denis Villeneuve and Roger Deakins, evoking themes of loneliness, time, and quiet endurance.

6 months ago

Wide cinematic shot, taken from behind, in a vast, sun-scorched desert. A dilapidated, rusted bus stop bench is positioned facing the horizon, with the camera directly behind the bench and the seated characters, creating a full rear-view composition. Seated on the bench are seven characters — ALL WITH THEIR BACKS TO THE CAMERA, facing forward, looking into the distance. NO FACES VISIBLE. NO EYE CONTACT. – A Muslim in traditional attire – An Orthodox Jew with a black coat and hat – A Catholic nun in full habit – A Sikh man with turban and beard – A Buddhist monk in saffron robes – A morbidly obese Superman, cape tattered, dragging in the dust – A tired executive in a suit, holding a briefcase loosely by his side All appear weary, slouched, fatigued, in a state of silent resignation. Above the bench is a weathered, cracked metal sign, rusted and peeling. The text on the sign clearly reads in faded, hand-painted letters: "Nobody has made it out alive." The desert around them is vast and empty, the ground cracked, sun-bleached, with long shadows stretching behind the figures. The mood is still, surreal, symbolic, and filled with existential weight. BACK VIEW ONLY. FULLY REAR-FACING COMPOSITION. CAMERA BEHIND BENCH AND ALL CHARACTERS. Shot with Cooke lenses, ARRI Alexa sensor, in 8K ultra-detailed resolution, high dynamic range, golden hour lighting, with dramatic shadows, subtle film grain. Color grading inspired by Denis Villeneuve and Roger Deakins, evoking themes of loneliness, time, and quiet endurance. in the sign must say : "Nobody has made it out alive."

6 months ago

Wide cinematic shot, taken from behind, in a vast, sun-scorched desert. A dilapidated, rusted bus stop bench is positioned facing the horizon, with the camera directly behind the bench and the seated characters, creating a rear view composition. Seated on the bench are seven characters — ALL WITH THEIR BACKS TO THE CAMERA, facing forward, looking into the distance. NO FACES VISIBLE. NO EYE CONTACT. – A Muslim in traditional attire – An Orthodox Jew with a black coat and hat – A Catholic nun in full habit – A Sikh man with turban and beard – A Buddhist monk in saffron robes – A morbidly obese Superman, cape tattered, dragging in the dust – A tired executive in a suit, holding a briefcase loosely by his side. All appear weary, slouched, fatigued, in a state of silent resignation. Above the bus stop hangs a weathered, cracked metal sign, faded and peeling, that reads: "Nobody has made it out alive." The desert around them is vast and empty, the ground cracked and sun-bleached. Long shadows stretch across the landscape. The composition is still and surreal, full of existential weight. BACK VIEW ONLY. FULLY REAR-FACING COMPOSITION. CAMERA BEHIND BENCH AND ALL CHARACTERS. Ultra-cinematic lighting, shot with Cooke lenses, ARRI Alexa sensor, 8K resolution, high dynamic range, golden hour ambiance, dramatic shadows, fine film grain. Color grading in the style of Denis Villeneuve or Roger Deakins, evoking loneliness and silent endurance. add to the sign this :"Nobody has made it out alive."

6 months ago

Wide cinematic shot, taken from behind, in a vast, sun-scorched desert. A dilapidated, rusted bus stop bench is positioned facing the horizon, with the camera directly behind the bench and the seated characters, creating a rear view composition. Seated on the bench are seven characters — ALL WITH THEIR BACKS TO THE CAMERA, facing forward, looking into the distance. NO FACES VISIBLE. NO EYE CONTACT. – A Muslim in traditional attire – An Orthodox Jew with a black coat and hat – A Catholic nun in full habit – A Sikh man with turban and beard – A Buddhist monk in saffron robes – A morbidly obese Superman, cape tattered, dragging in the dust – A tired executive in a suit, holding a briefcase loosely by his side. All appear weary, slouched, fatigued, in a state of silent resignation. Above the bus stop hangs a weathered, cracked metal sign, faded and peeling, sketchy that reads: "Nobody has made it out alive." The desert around them is vast and empty, the ground cracked and sun-bleached. Long shadows stretch across the landscape. The composition is still and surreal, full of existential weight. BACK VIEW ONLY. FULLY REAR-FACING COMPOSITION. CAMERA BEHIND BENCH AND ALL CHARACTERS. Ultra-cinematic lighting, shot with Cooke lenses, ARRI Alexa sensor, 8K resolution, high dynamic range, golden hour ambiance, dramatic shadows, fine film grain. Color grading in the style of Denis Villeneuve or Roger Deakins, evoking loneliness and silent endurance. add to the sign this :"Nobody has made it out alive."