steady prompts

9 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast 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 boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the sun 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, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

9 months ago

Sarah maintains a steady rhythm as she jogs along the palm-lined beach path, her athletic frame moving with purpose as the morning sun casts long shadows through the swaying fronds above. Her dark hair, pulled back in a practical high ponytail, catches the tropical breeze, while a few loose strands frame her face. She's wearing a moisture-wicking turquoise sport bra that reveals her toned midsection, paired with low-waisted black compression leggings with subtle geometric patterns. Her lightweight lavender zip-up jacket, earlier tied around her waist, now flows with her movement. Her pristine white running shoes with teal accents strike a perfect tempo against the weathered wooden planks of the beachwalk, as morning light dances between the palm trees. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, and her silver fitness watch tracks her progress. A reusable water bottle is secured in her running belt as she maintains her pace, passing by awakening beachfront cafes and other early risers enjoying the peaceful morning paradise.

8 months ago

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 w him, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

7 months ago

A dramatic, concept art–style scene of a lone figure ascending a jagged, snow-covered mountain in the midst of a raging blizzard. Their silhouette is nearly lost amid the swirling snow and roaring wind, barely visible against the violent, frostbitten landscape. The figure's clothing is torn, their body bruised and weary, but their posture is firm and unbroken — each step deliberate, steady, unstoppable.

2 months ago

high resolution photography, hotel lobby balanced composition, wall for framed map, natural window light 35mm viewpoint, minimal props calm contemporary, clean floor lines, straight verticals soft occlusion, neutral white balance camera height 150cm tripod steady print showcase shadow realism, cinematic lights --ar 9:16 --quality 2 --raw --stylize 300

7 months ago

A dramatic, concept art–style scene of a lone figure ascending a jagged, snow-covered mountain in the midst of a raging blizzard. Their silhouette is nearly lost amid the swirling snow and roaring wind, barely visible against the violent, frostbitten landscape. The figure's clothing is torn, their body bruised and weary, but their posture is firm and unbroken — each step deliberate, steady, unstoppable.

6 months ago

Grey alien, though small in stature, is anything but simple. It navigates the cosmos with grace, moving through the stars with an otherworldly elegance, a creature shaped by the infinite darkness that surrounds it. Let’s begin by describing the Grey alien’s daily existence, its interactions with the stars, and the somewhat intimate aspects of its biology. Life in Space The Grey alien is a solitary being, with no immediate sense of community. It floats alone through the expanse of space, a creature adapted to survive in the vacuum without any need for conventional sustenance or shelter. The void is both home and playground to it, and it is not bound by the limitations that govern organic life on planets. Its body is perfectly evolved for this environment. The alien breathes in the form of a faint, almost imperceptible exchange of gases that occurs at a molecular level, a form of respiration suited for the low-pressure environment of space. It has no need for food, relying instead on the energies of nearby cosmic phenomena: the radiation of distant stars, the magnetic fields of planets, and the energy flows of cosmic dust. It absorbs these into its body, where they sustain it without requiring ingestion in the traditional sense. Though its existence is quiet, there is a profound intelligence behind its stillness. This alien has a deep understanding of the universe’s rhythms, navigating by the pulses of starlight and the waves of gravity that ripple through the cosmos. It has witnessed the birth and death of stars, the collisions of comets and asteroids, and the slow, steady drift of forgotten worlds. Time, to the Grey alien, is less linear and more like a vast, ongoing cycle—endless, stretching from one horizon to the next.

6 months ago

Post apocalypse, In the thick fog of a dilapidated city, in the middle of a dilapidated street, a lot of piece of robot, a samurai woman, with black robe, black long hair, barefoot, full body view, clutching a long samurai knife Her gaze is fixed on the camera lens, the wind blowing through her long hair flutters around her. the samurai woman is in a steady pose, firm, in a determined stance. the wind heightens the sense of anticipation. A charged atmosphere of emptiness, despair and tiredness, A dim, dystopian background with a warm, industrial tone, robot scrap on the ground - soft lighting,

9 months ago

High resolution photography intFirst person POV, President Anwar Sadat’s hands grip the steering wheel of his military jeep as he rides through the desert battlefield during the Yom Kippur War in October 1973. The camera focuses on his hands, steady and firm on the wheel, as the jeep moves swiftly through the terrain. His fingers, strong and determined, are wrapped around the wheel, while his military uniform and gold epaulettes shimmer in the harsh sunlight. The desert stretches out before him—Egyptian soldiers in fatigues and tanks advance across the battlefield, moving in synchronized formation, ready to reclaim territory. The wind blows through the jeep’s open windows, and the sound of radio communications and distant artillery fire fills the air. President Sadat’s eyes remain fixed on the horizon, focused on the success of the operation. The sky above is clouded with the smoke of battle, and the Egyptian flags wave proudly in the distance as his forces push forward. Undeterred by the fierce battle, President Sadat remains resolute, a calm and commanding presence leading his forces to victory."erior design, dreamy sunken living room conversation pit, wooden floor, small windows opening onto the garden, bauhaus furniture and decoration, high ceiling, beige blue salmon pastel palette, interior design magazine, cozy atmosphere; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle, kinkfolk photography, A+D architecture

7 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast 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 boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the sun 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, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

7 months ago

A legendary warrior in luxurious white and gold armor, captured in a dramatic falling moment in a fantastical desert sandstorm. His flowing white cape billows in the wind as, with unwavering determination, he plants his magnificent golden sword—adorned with intricate Pharaonic engravings—into the ground to steady himself and resist the fall. His revealed face exhibits strong Arab features: wheat-toned skin, sharp eyes, a short beard, and a defined nose, reflecting his resolute and unyielding spirit. In the background, distant planets and cosmic nebulae fill a mysterious celestial sky, while warm, cinematic lighting accentuates the epic, futuristic atmosphere.

7 months ago

3D animation of a long-furred wolf man jogging on a treadmill with a thoughtful expression, his face relaxed and his eyes closed as the steady rhythm of his footsteps echoes through the gym.

8 months ago

First person POV, the male hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold 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 sun 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, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

3 months ago

Hermione Granger stands before a towering library shelf, her bushy chestnut hair tumbling in wild curls that frame her sharp features, and her slender yet determined frame giving her a presence impossible to mistake. She wears a deep burgundy velvet bustier edged in ornate gold trim, paired with delicate yet practical lace knickers, the outfit contrasting her usual studious seriousness with a touch of elegance. A Time-Turner glows faintly at her neck, casting subtle golden light across her chest. In one hand, she holds her wand with quiet authority, while the other steadies the heavy volume of *Hogwarts: A History*, open to her latest pursuit of knowledge. Around her, floating candles lend a warm amber radiance that dances across ancient tomes stretching high into shadowed alcoves, evoking the magical grandeur of the Hogwarts library. Beyond the tall windows, Peeves’ fleeting shadow darts past, hinting at mischief concealed within the stillness of the enchanted setting.

8 months ago

Close-up professional cinematic 3D animation of a long-furred tiger man gripping a pull-up bar in a dimly lit gym, his striped muscles tensing as he lifts himself with steady control, the flickering neon sign outside casting a soft glow over the worn-out rubber flooring.

8 months ago

First person POV, the male hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold 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 rain 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, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

6 months ago

A hyper-realistic close-up portrait of two close friends in their late 30s to 50s, sitting shoulder to shoulder, eyes looking in different directions, one quietly emotional with a subtle tear, the other steady and calm, hands resting between them, visible signs of a shared difficult past — weathered skin, scars, stubble, worn clothing. Soft golden-hour lighting brushing their faces, out-of-focus background suggesting an urban rooftop or quiet landscape. Deep emotional connection, subtle storytelling through expression, cinematic realism, modern album cover aesthetic --v 6 --ar 4:5 --style photographic --q 2 --style raw

8 months ago

Prompt: Close-up of a nest in a luminous tree, camera pulling back as the man gazes at it, sparrows circling above a canopy of green. Mystical State: Eyes soft, breath steady, a gentle joy in his stillness.

13 days ago

(use the provided image for accurate facial features)Susana maintains a steady pace as she runs along the palm-lined beach path, her athletic body moving with purpose as the morning sun casts long shadows through the swaying leaves above. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a practical high ponytail, catches the tropical breeze, while a few loose strands frame her face. She wears a yellow, moisture-wicking sports bra that reveals her toned stomach, paired with low-rise black compression leggings with subtle geometric patterns. Her lightweight purple zip-up jacket, once tied at the waist, now flows with her movements. Her crisp white running shoes with yellow accents set a perfect pace against the worn wooden curb, as the morning light dances between the palm trees. Her cheeks are flushed with exertion, and her silver fitness watch tracks her progress. A reusable water bottle is attached to her running belt as she maintains her pace, passing beachside cafes and other early risers enjoying the tranquil morning paradise.

8 months ago

First-person POV, I grip the curved dagger tightly in my right hand, its sharp edge glinting under the faint moonlight. My left hand steadies the flickering torch, casting eerie, shifting shadows on the large canvas tent ahead. The night is cold and silent, the only sound coming from the distant rustling of fabric and the hushed breathing of my companions. Four Persian soldiers, clad in traditional robes of Nader Shah Afshar’s era, move cautiously around me. Their loose, earth-toned garments, cinched with thick fabric belts, billow slightly as they step forward. Their heads are wrapped in cloth turbans, much like those of ancient desert warriors, partially concealing their expressions. Their leather sandals press lightly into the dirt, their movements careful and deliberate. The tent’s entrance sways in the breeze, revealing only darkness inside. Every muscle in my body tenses as I inch closer, the weight of the moment heavy on my chest. The firelight flickers against the fabric of the tent, painting dancing shadows of soldiers poised for action. I tighten my grip on the dagger. The night is about to change.high details. Realistic.

12 days ago

(use the provided image for accurate facial features)Susana maintains a steady pace as she runs along the palm-lined beach path, her athletic body moving with purpose as the morning sun casts long shadows through the swaying leaves above. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a practical high ponytail, catches the tropical breeze, while a few loose strands frame her face. She wears a yellow, moisture-wicking sports bra that reveals her toned stomach, paired with low-rise black compression leggings with subtle geometric patterns. Her lightweight purple zip-up jacket, once tied at the waist, now flows with her movements. Her crisp white running shoes with yellow accents set a perfect pace against the worn wooden curb, as the morning light dances between the palm trees. Her cheeks are flushed with exertion, and her silver fitness watch tracks her progress. A reusable water bottle is attached to her running belt as she maintains her pace, passing beachside cafes and other early risers enjoying the tranquil morning paradise.

9 months ago

High resolution photography intFirst person POV, President Anwar Sadat’s hands grip the steering wheel of his military jeep as he rides through the desert battlefield during the Yom Kippur War in October 1973. The camera focuses on his hands, steady and firm on the wheel, as the jeep moves swiftly through the terrain. His fingers, strong and determined, are wrapped around the wheel, while his military uniform and gold epaulettes shimmer in the harsh sunlight. The desert stretches out before him—Egyptian soldiers in fatigues and tanks advance across the battlefield, moving in synchronized formation, ready to reclaim territory. The wind blows through the jeep’s open windows, and the sound of radio communications and distant artillery fire fills the air. President Sadat’s eyes remain fixed on the horizon, focused on the success of the operation. The sky above is clouded with the smoke of battle, and the Egyptian flags wave proudly in the distance as his forces push forward. Undeterred by the fierce battle, President Sadat remains resolute, a calm and commanding presence leading his forces to victory."erior design, dreamy sunken living room conversation pit, wooden floor, small windows opening onto the garden, bauhaus furniture and decoration, high ceiling, beige blue salmon pastel palette, interior design magazine, cozy atmosphere; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle, kinkfolk photography, A+D architecture

1 month ago

Sarah maintains a steady rhythm as she jogs along the palm-lined beach path, her athletic frame moving with purpose as the morning sun casts long shadows through the swaying fronds above. Her dark hair, pulled back in a practical high ponytail, catches the tropical breeze, while a few loose strands frame her face. She's wearing a moisture-wicking turquoise sport bra that reveals her toned midsection, paired with low-waisted black compression leggings with subtle geometric patterns. Her lightweight lavender zip-up jacket, earlier tied around her slim waist, now flows with her movement. Her pristine white running shoes with teal accents strike a perfect tempo against the weathered wooden planks of the beachwalk, as morning light dances between the palm trees. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, and her silver fitness watch tracks her progress. A reusable water bottle is secured in her running belt as she maintains her pace, passing by awakening beachfront cafes and other early risers enjoying the peaceful morning paradise.

5 months ago

A serene and breathtaking landscape unfolds before us, as a woman stands silhouetted against a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across the sky. The horizon is ablaze with vibrant oranges and pinks, as though the sun has dipped below the water's edge, leaving behind a trail of radiant light. Above, the sky transitions into softer shades of lavender and purple, dotted with faint stars that begin to emerge as twilight deepens. The solitary figure stands on a weathered wooden pier that extends out over a calm body of water, its surface mirroring the colors of the sky like a perfect mirror. Her dark hair flows loosely around her shoulders, adding a touch of movement to the otherwise still scene. She wears a coat that drapes gently over her frame, suggesting a quiet contemplation or perhaps a moment of reflection. The water beneath her is serene, its surface undisturbed except for the gentle ripples that reflect the changing colors of the sky. The pier itself is worn and rustic, its planks showing signs of age and exposure to the elements. Each board tells a story of time passing, its texture rough and uneven, yet it holds steady under her weight, connecting her to the vast expanse before her. The horizon stretches endlessly, meeting the water at a point where reality seems to blur into dream. Her posture is relaxed yet deliberate, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if she is lost in thought or simply basking in the tranquility of the moment. The interplay of light and shadow creates a sense of depth, drawing the eye toward the distant horizon and the infinite possibilities it holds.