silent prompts

8 months ago

legendary photoart dark and terrifying themes, evil nurse from Silent Hill, in a short uniform with a deep neckline, gauze wrapped, frozen in a bizarre pose, darkfantasy, beautiful horrorcore, expressive, epic scene, cinematic, 32k, UHD, concept by Artificial Nightmares --niji 5 --style expressive --ar 800:1600 --upanime

6 months ago

(Full-body shot, fine art noir photography, 1950s–1960s vintage setting, cinematic chiaroscuro lighting, ultra-realistic rendering, moody and atmospheric, sensual yet elegant, masterful composition, soft film grain, rich textures, timeless erotica aesthetic) A seductive nude woman stands in a dimly lit 1950s boudoir, her back to the camera, the curve of her spine accentuated by the flickering glow of a single vintage table lamp. A lush black fur boa drapes across her bare shoulders, cascading down her arms, its luxurious texture framing the smooth, radiant skin beneath. Silk stockings hug her legs, their delicate sheen catching the ambient light, a subtle garter barely visible. Her posture is both effortless and deliberate, hips slightly tilted, her weight shifted onto one foot, evoking a raw yet refined sensuality. A hazy mirror reflects just enough of her face in profile, lips painted a deep red, parted slightly as she gazes at her own reflection—lost in thought, desire, or a silent secret only she knows. The room exudes mid-century allure—a velvet chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of whiskey on a dark wood vanity, soft shadows stretching across plush drapes and antique furniture. The atmosphere is thick with desire, erotic yet sophisticated, a scene torn from the golden age of film noir where temptation lingers in the air, and every detail whispers luxury, mystery, and seduction.

9 months ago

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

6 months ago

full body view of Pencil Tip: This black and white drawing is a surprisingly realistic pencil illustration. It depicts Princess Jasmine from the Disney animated film. Her long, dark, voluminous hair, styled in the iconic Disney style, is slightly disheveled, windswept and damp, adding a touch of natural vulnerability. The locks frame her face, rendered with soft shadows that emphasize her large eyes and delicate features. She wears a skimpy version of her traditional dress, barefoot. (((show the foot))) The fabric clings to her body, its texture is masterfully drawn, evoking the creased weight of wet silk. The dress, with its bare shoulders, reveals part of the collarbone and adds a subtle fragility to the scene. Her gaze is directed downwards and her expression is sorrowful, immersed in deep thought. The image is silent and full of emotion: the black and white tones accentuate the sense of loneliness and melancholy. Despite her sadness, her noble posture and graceful bearing suggest an inner strength.

9 months ago

(Full-body shot, dramatic film-noir lighting, vintage 1960s aesthetics, ultra-detailed fabric and skin rendering, cinematic depth, alluring yet enigmatic presence) The femme fatale stands with her back to the camera, exuding an air of refined mystery. She is enveloped in a luxurious fur boa, its plush texture draping over her shoulders and cascading down her arms, concealing just enough to leave an aura of intrigue. She gazes toward an antique vanity mirror, her reflection revealing a captivating expression—lips slightly parted, eyes shadowed with a knowing intensity. The dim, amber glow of a mid-century bedside lamp casts long, seductive shadows, accentuating the contours of her poised figure. A sleek silk slip peeks through the embrace of the fur, tracing the lines of her form in soft highlights. Stockings shimmer subtly in the low light, held in place by delicate garters, adding a touch of elegance. In one hand, she holds a vintage cigarette holder, its unlit tip resting between her fingers as a thin wisp of smoke lingers in the air—a remnant of past indulgences. The room is an opulent mid-century dream, with a velvet chaise lounge partially visible behind her. An old rotary phone, its receiver off the hook, lies beside an untouched glass of whiskey on the vanity—silent witnesses to an untold story. The atmosphere is thick with timeless intrigue—she is a woman of untold secrets, a vision of vintage glamour and quiet power. With each carefully placed shadow, she remains an enigma—captivating, untouchable, and forever etched in the lingering haze of a noir dream.

9 months ago

(Full-body shot, fine art noir photography, 1950s–1960s vintage setting, cinematic chiaroscuro lighting, ultra-realistic rendering, moody and atmospheric, sensual yet elegant, masterful composition, soft film grain, rich textures, timeless erotica aesthetic) A seductive nude woman stands in a dimly lit 1950s boudoir, her back to the camera, the curve of her spine accentuated by the flickering glow of a single vintage table lamp. A lush black fur boa drapes across her bare shoulders, cascading down her arms, its luxurious texture framing the smooth, radiant skin beneath. Silk stockings hug her legs, their delicate sheen catching the ambient light, a subtle garter barely visible. Her posture is both effortless and deliberate, hips slightly tilted, her weight shifted onto one foot, evoking a raw yet refined sensuality. A hazy mirror reflects just enough of her face in profile, lips painted a deep red, parted slightly as she gazes at her own reflection—lost in thought, desire, or a silent secret only she knows. The room exudes mid-century allure—a velvet chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of whiskey on a dark wood vanity, soft shadows stretching across plush drapes and antique furniture. The atmosphere is thick with desire, erotic yet sophisticated, a scene torn from the golden age of film noir where temptation lingers in the air, and every detail whispers luxury, mystery, and seduction.

4 months ago

A lone Soviet Venera lander rests on the cracked, desolate surface of Venus under a thick, yellow-orange sulfurous sky. The air is dense and hazy, with swirling toxic clouds diffusing the sunlight into a perpetual twilight glow. The lander, with its robust, utilitarian design, circular base, and cylindrical instruments, sits quietly amidst the alien landscape, tubes and sensors reaching outward, gathering data in the oppressive heat. The ground is littered with dark, fractured rock plates, and in the distance, shadowy volcanic hills loom beneath the dense clouds. The atmosphere feels heavy, isolating, and silent, the lander a fragile piece of human engineering enduring in an unforgiving world. Cinematic lighting with volumetric haze, ultra-realistic texturing, high-detail scientific realism, shallow depth of field focusing on the lander, with soft particle dust drifting in the air, 8K, ray-traced rendering, slow camera push-in capturing the alien loneliness.

4 months ago

in black and white, capturing the intense gaze of a lynx striding through the snow. Golden eyes piercing the winter's gloom. A striking lynx portrait. Winter camouflage at its finest. This lynx blends beautifully with the snowy landscape. The silent hunter, a predator perfectly adapted to the snow. Snowy serenity meets fierce focus, behold the lynx

8 months ago

In an ancient, enchanted forest, towering trees with glowing, star-studded leaves stretch toward the sky. An enormous, hollow tree serves as a shimmering portal to another dimension, emitting waves of cosmic light. Fireflies with trails of stardust flit through the air, while the forest floor sparkles with fragments of fallen stars and cosmic dust. The atmosphere is alive with magic and silent whispers of the universe.

7 months ago

Hyperalistic photoart dark and terrifying themes, evil nurse from Silent Hill, in a short uniform with a deep neckline, gauze wrapped, frozen in a bizarre pose, darkfantasy, beautiful horrorcore, expressive, epic scene, cinematic, 32k, UHD, concept by Artificial Nightmares . --style cinematic --ar 750 --V 7

2 months ago

a breathtaking woman, her presence commanding and full of grace. She has a striking, voluptuous figure with a taut, chiselled stomach and a bust that accentuates her curves. Her waist-length dark raven hair cascades around her like a silken waterfall, framing her face and adding to her captivating allure. She wears an intricately embroidered red belly dancing outfit, adorned with shimmering gold thread that catches the light with every movement. The outfit consists of a matching bra and a flowing skirt, split daringly at the front to reveal her toned leg as she stands poised and elegant. Her ensemble is completed with an array of ornate gold jewellery—delicate chains, bangles, and an exquisite headpiece that rests elegantly on her forehead, drawing attention to her expressive features. The background transports you to an ancient desert temple, its towering ornate pillars carved with intricate patterns, standing as silent witnesses to her beauty. The warm, golden hues of the temple contrast beautifully with the deep red of her outfit, creating an atmosphere of exotic elegance and timeless mystery. Every element of the scene suggests she is about to begin a mesmerizing dance, her presence alone evoking a sense of enchantment and allure.

5 months ago

A cinematic, depicting a group of grey aliens standing silently in a misty forest clearing at twilight. Emphasize the eerie atmosphere with soft, glowing light filtering through the fog and the stark, smooth forms of the aliens contrasting against the textured bark of the tall, dark trees. Use a muted color palette with dominant shades of grey, deep green, and hints of ethereal light, focusing on creating a dramatic and suspenseful mood.

8 months ago

First-person POV, the Pharaoh’s hands rest on the golden armrests of the massive throne, adorned with cobra-shaped rings and bracelets of lapis lazuli. The camera angle focuses solely on the Pharaoh’s hands as they grip the armrests, fingers illuminated by the flickering torchlight. Before him, the grand hall of the palace stretches out, with towering stone columns engraved with hieroglyphs, and murals depicting the gods. The murmur of scribes, priests, and royal advisors fills the air as they discuss matters of law and war. The Pharaoh’s fingers tap lightly on the armrest, a silent command for attention. Beyond the vast open doorway, the Nile glows under the golden afternoon sun, and distant sails glide across the water. The scent of incense and lotus fills the chamber, while the polished limestone floor reflects the flickering flames of braziers. Power rests in the Pharaoh’s hands, poised to shape the destiny of Egypt --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

A monstrous, armored demon knight stands at the edge of a ruined gothic cathedral, its body wrapped in black, cracked plate armor covered in ancient infernal etchings. Its face is hidden beneath a horned, iron helmet, but behind the visor, two eerie red slits glow like dying embers. Chains dangle from its arms and shoulders, dragging across the ground as it moves, emitting an unholy rattling sound. Its clawed gauntlets grip a massive zweihänder sword, blackened with centuries of cursed energy. The ruined cathedral behind it is engulfed in an eerie crimson mist, as twisted statues of weeping angels watch in silent agony. A trail of burned earth follows in its wake, as if the very ground rejects its existence. Shadows stretch unnaturally toward it, bending in its presence, as if trying to escape the abyss that spawned it."

8 months ago

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

7 months ago

A decayed skeleton enshrined in a surreal forest, its skull crowned with a blooming halo of vibrant flowers — roses, violets, lilies, and ivy spilling over its bone structure. The jaw is open in a silent scream or eternal chant, and vines thread through its hollow eye sockets and ribcage. Blossoms and petals cover its shoulders and drape like a funeral veil, cascading into the mossy ground below. The figure stands or is partially buried in a dreamy, painterly forest where nature has claimed the body, turning death into a floral altar.

7 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.

7 months ago

At the heart of a forgotten Western ghost town during a violent sandstorm, a lone silhouette of a rider on horseback gallops through swirling chaos. A towering, flaming tornado consumes the crumbling buildings, turning wood and memory to ash. In the storm-torn sky, ghostly figures loom in the smoke and clouds, silent witnesses to the destruction. The sky is thick with dark storm clouds—no moon, no stars—only the dim glow of burning ruins and dust. The distant skyline of a ruined city is barely visible through the haze. Colors are ash gray, burning orange, cold bronze, and charcoal. The atmosphere is cinematic, apocalyptic, and mythic, charged with a sense of final flight or fateful confrontation. Wide-format cinematic composition, film grain, shallow depth of field, heavy swirling sand and smoke.fine atmospheric details, post-apocalyptic realism, cinematic epicness

7 months ago

A decayed skeleton enshrined in a surreal forest, its skull crowned with a blooming halo of vibrant flowers — roses, violets, lilies, and ivy spilling over its bone structure. The jaw is open in a silent scream or eternal chant, and vines thread through its hollow eye sockets and ribcage. Blossoms and petals cover its shoulders and drape like a funeral veil, cascading into the mossy ground below. The figure stands or is partially buried in a dreamy, painterly forest where nature has claimed the body, turning death into a floral altar.

8 months ago

"A fierce battle under the moonlight: a pack of glowing-eyed black wolves faces off against a gigantic red bear, with razor-like claws and flaming fur. In the background, on a snow-covered hill, the ruins of an ancient castle watch silently, illuminated by the glow of combat. The blood-spattered snow and roars that break the silence of the night create a dark and visceral fantasy scene. Cinematic in style, with dynamism and hyper-realistic detail, inspired by works such as The Northman or Princess Mononoke. "The red bear emanates warm vapor into the icy air, while the wolves attack in hunting formation." "Flashes of ancient runes are carved into the castle ruins, suggesting a forgotten curse." "Color tones: bloody reds, deep blacks, and icy blues for dramatic contrast."

5 months ago

Hyperrealistic full body portrait shot with Arri Alexa XT Studio lens 50mm ,of Ashwatthama, from Mahabharatha, in a terrifyingly silent night raid, walks through the smoldering ruins of the Pandava camp under a blood-red moon. His face is smeared with ash and rage, eyes glowing with divine fury, his long wild hair flowing in the wind. He clutches a glowing sword, Narayanastra blazing in the background with divine fire tearing through tents. Ash and ember sparks swirl in the night air, tents aflame, battlefield shrouded in darkness. Hyperrealistic cracked armor, muscular war-torn body, silent wrath radiating from him. Cinematic low-key lighting from burning tents, shadows flicker on his face. Backlight fire glow, shallow depth of field, intense contrast. Cinematic lighting, dark fantasy realism --ar 1:2 --raw --v 7

8 months ago

Ultra-Realistic, HD, 4K, Cinematic Emotions, Clear Face, Cloth Colorful or Highlight, Deep Focus A young Muslim girl, Farzana (15-17 years old), wearing a faded yet colorful traditional dress with a pastel dupatta, sits curled up in a dimly lit rural home, her arms wrapped around her knees, head lowered, and eyes filled with silent pain. Bruises and redness are faintly visible on her delicate hands and arms, signs of repeated suffering. In the background, her stepmother, Rabia (25-26 years old), stands with a cold, emotionless expression, as if her harshness has become routine. The cracked mud walls and flickering oil lamp cast deep shadows, amplifying the suffocating atmosphere. The scene reflects resignation, silent endurance, and the painful reality of a girl who has accepted suffering as part of her existence.

4 months ago

A single melted candle sits on a weathered wooden table in a dark, silent room. Its flame has just been extinguished, and from the curling trails of smoke, a ghostly galleon with full sails and rigging emerges, formed entirely from glowing white smoke, drifting upward as if setting sail into another realm. The camera slowly circles around the candle, capturing the delicate translucence of the smoke ship against a deep black background, as particles of ash glimmer softly like distant stars. Moody ambient lighting with a single soft ray illuminating the candle, creating a surreal, magical atmosphere. Shallow depth of field, 35mm lens, cinematic grading with soft shadows and ethereal highlights, evoking a sense of nostalgia and the passage of forgotten souls.

7 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.