The screen flickers on and off Prompts

Set the scene in an abandoned hospital deep in the mountains of Japan, originally built in the 1970s. The exterior is covered in vines, with cracked concrete, shattered windows, and rusted metal doors. The camera must remain completely fixed — like a static surveillance camera view — no panning, no handheld movement. The video starts quietly with eerie ambient sounds: buzzing fluorescent lights, distant metal creaks, faint echoes. An empty hospital room. Curtains flutter slightly without wind. A hallway monitor begins to flicker erratically. Footsteps echo from the far end of the corridor — slow, deliberate, approaching. Midway through, the emergency lights start shutting off one by one. The screen flickers between light and shadow. Each flicker reveals brief, glitchy images of faceless nurses or doctors standing still, watching, then disappearing. 🔻 Climactic Jump Scare – Final Segment 🔻 Suddenly, the screen freezes. Total silence. Then without warning — a horrifying, skinless female face slams directly into the camera lens, accompanied by a piercing, high-pitched scream that distorts the audio. The screen cracks, glitching violently, then cuts to black for a split second. When it returns, the audio is reversed and warped. A whisper plays backward, saying: "You can’t leave." Final shot: a glitchy app interface appears for 1 second — showing a locked door puzzle UI from the game. Then the video abruptly ends.

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.

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gaming flashing colors, animate the image

The screen goes black

have little energy surges along the logo, the background colors should move slowly, and then the screen glitches black like the feed is cut short, fade to black.

A dark, decayed factory filled with the broken remains of androids, their lifeless forms piled haphazardly on the damp, corroded floor. The heap stretches across the room, a chaotic mass of torn synthetic skin, shattered faces, and rusted mechanical limbs. Exposed cables and wires snake through the pile, some sparking faintly, adding to the eerie atmosphere. The androids vary in design—humanoid models with delicate, human-like features, and industrial machines with heavy plating and exposed hydraulics—all discarded and forgotten. Amidst the heap, two androids stand out. They lie side by side, their bodies lifeless but their hands intertwined, a poignant gesture of connection in a world that abandoned them. One is humanoid, its cracked synthetic skin peeling away to reveal intricate metallic frameworks, its head tilted slightly toward the other. The second is industrial, bulkier and more rugged, its exposed wiring glowing faintly, with one arm barely attached, yet its hand still holds on tightly. Their clasped hands emit a faint, flickering glow—the last remnants of their power, a quiet testament to their bond. The atmosphere is suffocating and damp. Thick haze and mist hang in the air, illuminated by faint, flickering red lights from a malfunctioning sign overhead, reading: “ANDROID MULTI-PURPOSE FOUNDRY.” The sign’s glow casts uneven shadows across the room, reflecting dimly off pools of stagnant water that have collected on the rusted floor. The factory is filled with the remnants of a once-thriving technological hub—rusted machinery, flickering CRT screens, and analog consoles, all coated in a fine layer of grime. The faint sound of dripping water echoes through the cavernous space, amplifying the silence. Dust swirls in faint godrays streaming through shattered skylights, cutting through the thick haze and adding depth to the scene. The pile of androids stretches endlessly, their forms twisted and broken, a graveyard of forgotten innovation. The two holding hands stand out amidst the chaos, their small act of connection hauntingly beautiful in the midst of ruin.

Hires Cyberpunk photo of a 24-year-old Malagasy-Kazakh female carefree skater girl with a warm and inviting expression. She has Lustrous skin with a healthy, radiant glow, suggesting enhanced vitality. The skin pores and texture are clearly visible and in focus. Her Wide arc eyes, Bright, vivid blue eyes, framed by long, elegant eyelashes. Her haircut is Augmented Memory Chip Micro Braids, haircolor is Cyber Venom Purple. Her eyebrows are neatly shaped, complementing her delicate facial features. Her body is Toned biceps with a natural curve and firm definition, small breast, toned abs, Female Bodybuilding style. She is clothed with Sleek, armored crop top with glowing shoulder plates and a holographic front, midriff, Racerback sports bra with glowing straps and fiber optic threads woven into the fabric, mechanical parts. She is positioned in Feet apart, hands in pockets, looking directly into the camera with a futuristic cityscape behind on the left side in the frame by the rule of thirds. In the background A virtual reality parlor with people hooked into pods, neon screens flickering as they immerse in digital worlds epirezumiworld. The scene is lighted A dark alley illuminated by a single overhead light, casting shadows that highlight the intricate details of the model's attire.. The weather is Holographic lightning reflecting off buildings. the model is lighted with soft natural lighting in the style of Daniel Dociu

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.

A cinematic, hyper-realistic illustration of a cyberpunk setting. In a neon-lit, futuristic control room, the words "AIFlux makes me creative" float as holographic text, glowing in sharp, vibrant colors—cool blue for "Toni," electric purple for "makes," and bright neon green for "me creative." Seated at the center of the scene is a ruggedly handsome hacker, his chiseled face illuminated by the soft neon glow of the high-tech computer before him. He wears large, rectangular glasses with thick black frames, reflecting the streams of data flickering across the screen. His intense eyes are focused behind the lenses, enhancing his intellectual yet edgy appearance. His leather jacket, slightly worn, catches the light as he works at a holographic keyboard, surrounded by futuristic displays. The overall ambiance is a blend of cyberpunk and cutting-edge technology, charged with innovation. The artists initials "TA" is signed at

In a 1980s neon-drenched arcade, a striking young woman leans casually against a retro arcade machine, her curvy, athletic figure illuminated by the electric glow of vibrant neon lights. Her long, tousled platinum hair falls in loose waves, catching reflections of pink and blue neon. She wears a black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a glowing neon bra, paired with high-waisted metallic shorts and studded boots, radiating cyberpunk rebellion. The arcade buzzes with holographic signage and flickering screens, blending ultra-realistic textures with retro-futuristic, synthwave-inspired aesthetics reminiscent of Syd Mead and Hajime Sorayama, captured with a cinematic 35mm lens, crisp, dynamic, and immersive.

"First-person POV, the Shogun’s hands rest on the polished wooden armrests of the war council chamber, adorned with lacquered rings bearing the clan’s emblem. The camera angle focuses solely on the Shogun’s hands, fingers subtly tightening over the carved dragon motifs of the armrests. The room before him is dimly lit by paper lanterns, casting flickering shadows on the shoji screens. Samurai generals and advisors kneel in respectful silence, awaiting orders. The rustle of silk robes and the faint clink of armor fill the air. A single movement—the slow drumming of fingertips on the armrest—signals a decision that will change the course of war. Beyond the open veranda, the moonlit landscape of Edo stretches into the distance, cherry blossoms trembling in the night breeze. Power rests in the Shogun’s grip, ready to shape the fate of Japan --ar 9:16 --s 250

A realistic photo of a stunningly beautiful Chinese nude woman with a serene and graceful expression, wearing a hybrid outfit that combines the regal elegance of a Tang Dynasty empress with the flowing sensuality of Chun-Li’s iconic qipao. The outfit features a high-collared, fitted jade green top with gold embroidery, seamlessly blending into a flowing, open-style qipao skirt with intricate phoenix patterns. Long, silken sashes cascade from her waist, echoing Chun-Li's powerful stance. She holds a delicate, ornate fan with phoenix designs, standing in a majestic Chinese palace courtyard at twilight. The background is opulent with golden lanterns, intricate carvings, and gentle breezes, creating a refined and magical atmosphere. Her pose is elegant and poised, slightly turned toward the camera, with an air of grace and sophistication. Enhanced all. Shallow depth of field and high contrast create a cinematic atmosphere, drawing us into a low-res 1970s film noir screen, where the boundaries between power and elegance blur. Flickering moonlight adds a dynamic and otherworldly feel, with reflections of light glinting, ornate architecture, ct-lych_style, ct-skcth, ct-facelin. Shallow depth of field and high contrast create a cinematic atmosphere, drawing us into a low-res 1970s film noir screen, where the boundaries between power and elegance blur. Flickering moonlight adds a dynamic and otherworldly feel, with reflections of light

(Cyberpunk, futuristic, technomancer, high detail, cinematic lighting, waist-up portrait, neon-lit hacker aesthetic, digital sorcery, advanced cybernetics, glitch effects, data distortion) A mysterious cyberpunk technomancer known as Flux Pro Ultra, depicted from the waist up, surrounded by the glow of data streams and fragmented code. His form is both human and digital, his presence flickering between the physical and the virtual. His hacker goggles are permanently embedded into his face, pulsing with shifting neon symbols and cascading data lines that reflect across his dark, angular features. His hooded jacket, lined with glowing circuitry, shrouds him in mystery, with subtle pixelation at the edges, as if reality struggles to define his shape. His cybernetic arms are sleek but heavily modified, laced with interface ports, data cables, and fragmented neon glyphs that shift and reform like a living digital tattoo. His fingers occasionally glitch, leaving behind light trails, as if his presence is encoded rather than flesh and blood. His expression is confident and unreadable, a smirk barely visible under the shifting glow of his interface. A series of holo-screens flicker around him, flashing encrypted code, schematics, and fragmented AI faces, further solidifying his role as an elite hacker existing beyond the boundaries of normal cyberspace. The background is a dark, neon-drenched data void, filled with shifting symbols, glitching architectural structures, and flowing digital pathways. Occasional data distortions ripple through the scene, as if the very fabric of the digital world is bending around him. Bright blues, purples, and deep reds contrast against his shadowed form, highlighting his connection to the hidden world of cybernetic sorcery. Rendered in ultra-detailed, cinematic composition, sharp focus, 8K resolution, ray tracing, cyberpunk neon aesthetics, high contrast lighting, depth of field, volumetric lighting, intricate detailing, glowing circuitry, science fiction concept art, hyper-realistic digital painting, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, neon reflections, moody atmosphere, glitch effects, data corruption, AI consciousness, digital presence, futuristic hacker, dark cybernetics, mysterious technomancer.

A futuristic cybernetic landscape infused with an intense acid-techno aesthetic. At the center, a deconstructed Roland TB-303 synthesizer appears to be exploding into fragmented neon data shards, suspended in mid-air. The metallic surface of the TB-303 is highly detailed, showing visible screws, faded labels, and circuit traces, emphasizing its vintage yet futuristic feel. The explosion of digital fragments includes broken waveforms, pixelated noise, and glitching text, as if the synth is disintegrating into pure sound data. The color palette is dominated by toxic neon yellow, electric blue, and deep black, creating a stark contrast that highlights the energy of the scene. Acid-green light beams shoot across the composition, resembling laser trails left behind by fast-moving sound waves. In the background, an abstract cybernetic club environment is visible, composed of floating holographic panels, pulsating visual equalizers, and distorted, flickering LED screens displaying cryptic music-related codes. A dark void extends beyond, filled with subtle, glowing grid lines that add depth and the illusion of an infinite digital realm. To the sides, distorted and glitching humanoid figures with anatomically correct proportions appear to be caught mid-dance. Their silhouettes are fragmented by data errors, with parts of their bodies flickering in and out of existence, as if their presence is unstable in this glitching reality. The figures are bathed in the neon glow, with their movements leaving behind trails of light, mimicking the effect of long exposure photography. The overall mood is energetic, chaotic, and surreal, with a strong sense of movement, making it feel as if the image itself is pulsing to the beat of an intense acid-techno track. The artwork should convey a hypnotic, electrifying sensation, perfectly suited for a 303-driven club anthem.

Super realistic style, anthropomorphized cat expressions and actions, exaggerated techniques, with a cinematic quality, cute little cats. Scene description: The little meow is caught by an evil scientist dressed in scientific attire in a technologically advanced laboratory. Its expression appears frightened and helpless, with tears streaming down its face. Visual elements: The laboratory is filled with high-tech equipment and flickering screens, and other trapped animals can be seen in the background, enhancing the tense atmosphere.

CCTV surveillance footage style, ultra-realistic, grainy low-resolution security camera look. Multiple televisions on screen, each showing sequencers that flash or shift differently. One broken television displays glowing gold text "PROMPTHERO", the screen flickers on and off, glitch effect, eerie atmosphere

A cinematic, hyper-realistic illustration of a cyberpunk setting. In a neon-lit, futuristic control room, the words "AIFlux makes me creative" float as holographic text, glowing in sharp, vibrant colors—cool blue for "Toni," electric purple for "makes," and bright neon green for "me creative." Seated at the center of the scene is a ruggedly handsome hacker, his chiseled face illuminated by the soft neon glow of the high-tech computer before him. He wears large, rectangular glasses with thick black frames, reflecting the streams of data flickering across the screen. His intense eyes are focused behind the lenses, enhancing his intellectual yet edgy appearance. His leather jacket, slightly worn, catches the light as he works at a holographic keyboard, surrounded by futuristic displays. The overall ambiance is a blend of cyberpunk and cutting-edge technology, charged with innovation. The artists initials "TA" is signed at

Late night in a dim, cluttered living room. A single TV screen casts flickering blue light across a worn brown couch. Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck sit side by side, not cartoonish, but hyper-realistic: fur strands catch the glow, whiskers twitch, feathers ruffled from hours of lounging. Their eyes are bloodshot, heavy-lidded, pupils dilated, not from exhaustion, but from sheer, glazed-over TV hypnosis. Bugs leans back, one paw draped over the armrest, half-eaten slice of pepperoni pizza balanced on his belly. Daffy slumps beside him, beak slightly open, one webbed foot propped on the coffee table, surrounded by empty soda cans: Coca-Cola, Sprite, Mountain Dew, Pepsi. A remote lies forgotten beside his foot. Camera starts low, behind the pizza box, slowly gliding upward to frame their faces. No sudden cuts. No music. Just the low hum of the TV, static, muffled dialogue, the occasional laugh track. The only movement: Bugs’ ear twitches. Daffy’s foot taps once. Then stillness. The room smells faintly of cheese, salt, and regret. Outside, rain taps against the window, ignored. They don’t speak. Don’t move. Just… stare. Hypnotized. Together.

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animate the image taking the lighting into account

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A realistic photo of a stunningly beautiful Chinese nude woman with a serene and graceful expression, wearing a hybrid outfit that combines the regal elegance of a Tang Dynasty empress with the flowing sensuality of Chun-Li’s iconic qipao. The outfit features a high-collared, fitted jade green top with gold embroidery, seamlessly blending into a flowing, open-style qipao skirt with intricate phoenix patterns. Long, silken sashes cascade from her waist, echoing Chun-Li's powerful stance. She holds a delicate, ornate fan with phoenix designs, standing in a majestic Chinese palace courtyard at twilight. The background is opulent with golden lanterns, intricate carvings, and gentle breezes, creating a refined and magical atmosphere. Her pose is elegant and poised, slightly turned toward the camera, with an air of grace and sophistication. Enhanced all. Shallow depth of field and high contrast create a cinematic atmosphere, drawing us into a low-res 1970s film noir screen, where the boundaries between power and elegance blur. Flickering moonlight adds a dynamic and otherworldly feel, with reflections of light glinting, ornate architecture, ct-lych_style, ct-skcth, ct-facelin. Shallow depth of field and high contrast create a cinematic atmosphere, drawing us into a low-res 1970s film noir screen, where the boundaries between power and elegance blur. Flickering moonlight adds a dynamic and otherworldly feel, with reflections of light