though not directly visible prompts

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

6 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

9 months ago

A hyperrealistic, cinematic shot of a lone superhero seen from behind, centered in the middle of the frame. He floats weightlessly in the void of deep space, his arms outstretched and hands clawed toward the monstrous star before him. The star, an impossibly massive supergiant, fills the entire frame, its chaotic, molten surface pulsing violently with fiery eruptions and swirling solar storms. Colossal arcs of plasma flare outward, writhing like serpents, before funneling toward the superhero in massive, glowing energy streams. The power visibly tears away from the star’s surface—searing veins of molten gold, crimson, and electric white light twist and spiral like tornadoes, converging into the hero’s body. The superhero’s silhouette crackles with energy, his form vibrating as the raw cosmic power courses into him. Pulsating veins of light spread across his armor or suit, glowing with searing intensity. His body shudders under the strain, yet he stands strong, his back arched as if absorbing the sheer force of a sun. Around him, shockwaves ripple outward in concentric rings, distorting space and time itself. The energy entering him fractures into smaller, lightning-like tendrils that whip and snap in every direction, illuminating the surrounding void with brilliant flashes of gold and white. The surrounding space is alive with motion—molten debris and fragments of energy swirl violently around the hero, caught in the gravitational pull of his power. The star’s light bends and refracts unnaturally, as if reality itself is warping. Lens flares and blinding beams of light streak outward, framing the hero like a godlike figure, silhouetted against the inferno. His cape or energy aura billows violently behind him, rippling from the force, glowing like a second sun. His head is tilted upward toward the star, as though in triumph, and his entire presence radiates absolute dominance over the cosmic forces at play. The composition is electric and dynamic, with spiraling energy streams, exploding solar flares, and the violent movement of molten plasma drawing the eye toward the hero. The color palette is explosive—fiery reds, glowing golds, and white-hot highlights contrast sharply against the inky blackness of deep space, while the bright energy arcs cast dramatic shadows across his form. Every element conveys motion, power, and the overwhelming scale of a godlike figure stealing energy from the heart of a dying star.

3 months ago

From a side view looking slightly down at her, we see a woman walking along a busy boardwalk. Her shoulder-length bronze hair catches the diffused sunlight, perhaps from some clouds visible in the sky above. She wears light-freckles across her cheeks beneath a colorful bikini top and white shorts. A small, relaxed grin is on her lips as she looks directly at the viewer with clear blue eyes, hands thoughtfully placed in her pockets while maintaining an expressive, captivating presence even though standing beside her are shops, restaurants, and bustling activity of people walking by on this vibrant beach day.

5 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

6 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

5 months ago

This surreal and visually disorienting portrait is tightly framed in a vertical format, showing a distorted cluster of human faces and partial torsos seemingly fused together and sprawled across a textured cobblestone surface in an outdoor setting. Captured from a slight top-down angle at close range using an old iPhone, the image exhibits moderate sharpness with subtle digital noise and slightly blown-out highlights, adding to its raw, uncanny charm. The figures appear to be in a crawling position with various expressions—smiling, neutral, or twisted—facing outward and upward, creating a chaotic yet oddly unified composition. Clothing is minimal and largely obscured, though hints of neutral-toned fabric and skin are visible, blending with the warped forms. Natural sunlight casts strong, directional shadows across the frame, indicating late morning or early afternoon, while the warm skin tones and desaturated grays of the stone ground define the subdued color palette. Despite the phone camera's limited depth control, the entire scene is rendered in a uniformly flat focus that accentuates the eerie, unnatural smoothness of the digitally warped faces. The mood leans toward unsettling surrealism, amplified by the plasticky texture and improbable anatomical merging, creating a post-human visual that feels experimental and discomforting. This image exudes a candid, DIY digital art energy suited for avant-garde social media content, glitch art collections, or conceptual commentary pieces, with the clearest and most conventionally pleasant face anchoring the focal point amid the surrounding visual chaos.

6 months ago

First person POV, the female 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

6 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

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 stand up in front of his horse, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

9 months ago

Setting: The attic is dimly lit, with only faint beams of pale, dusty light filtering through a cracked, grime-covered window. The air appears heavy with years of neglect, and motes of dust hang suspended, glowing faintly in the shafts of light. The room is cluttered with forgotten relics: a toppled rocking chair, a tattered trunk with its lid slightly ajar, and stacks of yellowed books leaning precariously against one another. Cobwebs stretch between the wooden beams overhead, their delicate threads shimmering faintly in the light. The walls are lined with faded, peeling wallpaper, its once-vibrant floral pattern now almost indistinguishable under the layers of dust and decay. Atmosphere: The air in the room seems almost tangible, thick with an eerie stillness. The photograph captures a moment where time itself feels frozen, as though the attic holds its breath in the presence of something otherworldly. The Ghostly Visage: Standing in the far corner of the room, partially obscured by shadows, is the spectral form of a young girl, her presence both ethereal and unsettling. Her translucent figure seems to shimmer faintly, as if caught between this world and the next. Her face, pale and mournful, is framed by long, dark hair that hangs in limp strands, blending with the gloom. Her eyes are hollow yet piercing, as though staring directly through the camera, conveying an unbearable sadness or silent plea. She wears a simple, tattered white dress, its fabric frayed at the edges and stained with the passage of time. The faintest outline of bare feet is visible, hovering just above the dusty wooden floorboards. Around her neck is a delicate locket, faintly glowing with an unnatural silvery light, seemingly the only object in the room untouched by decay. Details of the Scene: The photograph captures her form partially blurred, as if her presence disrupts the reality around her. The edges of her figure fade into the background, making it difficult to discern where the ghost ends and the room begins. In the faint reflection on the dusty windowpane, her outline appears sharper, creating an unnerving sense of duality. Mood: The image evokes a profound mix of melancholy and unease. While the ghostly girl is not overtly menacing, her silent presence fills the room with an overwhelming sense of tragedy, as though she is forever bound to this forgotten attic, a prisoner of its memories. The photograph captures the essence of a haunting, where sorrow and mystery linger in every shadow.

9 months ago

The heroine stands tall in her vinotinto suit, a picture of both elegance and power. Her intricate golden and silver patterns shimmer on the fabric as she effortlessly controls the air around her. With a graceful wave of her hand, a powerful gust of wind bursts forth, swirling around her like a whirlwind. The wind forms a circular, spiraling vortex at her feet, lifting her into the air as if she were weightless. Her cloak billows out behind her, reacting to the force of the wind, almost as though it is an extension of her power. Her long black hair flows in the current, and her delicate crown remains firmly in place, adding a regal touch to her dynamic movement. Her face is calm, focused, and serene, with large almond-shaped eyes locked onto the scene before her, showcasing the sheer control she has over the forces of nature. Above her, the air begins to swirl, creating a massive tornado, while smaller gusts of wind form around her hands, ready to be directed at any threat. The wind around her body becomes visible, rippling through the air as she spins, demonstrating her mastery over the element. She moves gracefully, guiding the winds with ease, shifting the air in powerful and controlled blasts, effortlessly maneuvering through the sky. Her presence is majestic and commanding—she is the embodiment of air itself. Every movement she makes seems to call the wind to her side, bending it to her will. The surrounding atmosphere becomes charged with the power of the air as she demonstrates her full potential as a master of the wind.

5 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

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

8 months ago

"Create a digital painting of a dramatic and intimate scene set in the icy South Passage of Echo Base on Hoth. The environment is dominated by rough, glistening ice walls that catch and diffuse the soft, cold light from sparse overhead fixtures. The hues should be predominantly cool—shades of white, pale blue, and icy gray—contrasting with subtle warm tones from the characters. Han Solo is leaning casually against an icy wall, his confident posture highlighted by soft, directional lighting that accentuates the rugged details of his face and his fur-lined jacket. His smirk is subtle but teasing, his figure partially cast in shadow to emphasize his roguish, mysterious charm. Princess Leia stands a few steps away, her expression a mix of frustration and inner conflict. Her white snowsuit glows softly under the cooler light, contrasting with Han’s darker tones. Her braided hair and delicate features should be illuminated with precision, drawing attention to her determined yet vulnerable demeanor. The composition should focus on the emotional tension between them, with Leia framed by the bright, diffused light reflected off the icy walls, while Han’s figure is set against deeper shadows. The background should feature textured, jagged ice formations, with faint beams of light and subtle fog creating depth and atmosphere. Capture the coldness of the setting in contrast with the unspoken warmth of their connection, using painterly brushstrokes and soft, blended textures to create an evocative, cinematic effect." Princess Leia stands a few steps away, her expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. Her white snowsuit contrasts against the cool blue hues of the passage, her braided hair neatly arranged as she glares at Han. Her hands are clenched at her sides, her body language defensive but her gaze betraying a flicker of unspoken feelings. The tension between them is palpable, captured in their body language and the way they are lit: Leia in the brighter, cooler light, and Han in a more shadowy, warmer hue, emphasizing their contrast yet undeniable connection. The background features the jagged, frozen walls of the South Passage, with faint beams of light cutting through the icy textures. The air feels cold, almost visible, as though the chill of Hoth seeps into every detail of the scene. Their breath hangs faintly in the air, adding to the atmosphere of both physical and emotional tension."

8 months ago

"Create a digital painting of a dramatic and intimate scene set in the icy South Passage of Echo Base on Hoth. The environment is dominated by rough, glistening ice walls that catch and diffuse the soft, cold light from sparse overhead fixtures. The hues should be predominantly cool—shades of white, pale blue, and icy gray—contrasting with subtle warm tones from the characters. Han Solo is leaning casually against an icy wall, his confident posture highlighted by soft, directional lighting that accentuates the rugged details of his face and his fur-lined jacket. His smirk is subtle but teasing, his figure partially cast in shadow to emphasize his roguish, mysterious charm. Princess Leia stands a few steps away, her expression a mix of frustration and inner conflict. Her white snowsuit glows softly under the cooler light, contrasting with Han’s darker tones. Her braided hair and delicate features should be illuminated with precision, drawing attention to her determined yet vulnerable demeanor. The composition should focus on the emotional tension between them, with Leia framed by the bright, diffused light reflected off the icy walls, while Han’s figure is set against deeper shadows. The background should feature textured, jagged ice formations, with faint beams of light and subtle fog creating depth and atmosphere. Capture the coldness of the setting in contrast with the unspoken warmth of their connection, using painterly brushstrokes and soft, blended textures to create an evocative, cinematic effect." Princess Leia stands a few steps away, her expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. Her white snowsuit contrasts against the cool blue hues of the passage, her braided hair neatly arranged as she glares at Han. Her hands are clenched at her sides, her body language defensive but her gaze betraying a flicker of unspoken feelings. The tension between them is palpable, captured in their body language and the way they are lit: Leia in the brighter, cooler light, and Han in a more shadowy, warmer hue, emphasizing their contrast yet undeniable connection. The background features the jagged, frozen walls of the South Passage, with faint beams of light cutting through the icy textures. The air feels cold, almost visible, as though the chill of Hoth seeps into every detail of the scene. Their breath hangs faintly in the air, adding to the atmosphere of both physical and emotional tension."

8 months ago

"Create a digital painting of a dramatic and intimate scene set in the icy South Passage of Echo Base on Hoth. The environment is dominated by rough, glistening ice walls that catch and diffuse the soft, cold light from sparse overhead fixtures. The hues should be predominantly cool—shades of white, pale blue, and icy gray—contrasting with subtle warm tones from the characters. Han Solo is leaning casually against an icy wall, his confident posture highlighted by soft, directional lighting that accentuates the rugged details of his face and his fur-lined jacket. His smirk is subtle but teasing, his figure partially cast in shadow to emphasize his roguish, mysterious charm. Princess Leia stands a few steps away, her expression a mix of frustration and inner conflict. Her white snowsuit glows softly under the cooler light, contrasting with Han’s darker tones. Her braided hair and delicate features should be illuminated with precision, drawing attention to her determined yet vulnerable demeanor. The composition should focus on the emotional tension between them, with Leia framed by the bright, diffused light reflected off the icy walls, while Han’s figure is set against deeper shadows. The background should feature textured, jagged ice formations, with faint beams of light and subtle fog creating depth and atmosphere. Capture the coldness of the setting in contrast with the unspoken warmth of their connection, using painterly brushstrokes and soft, blended textures to create an evocative, cinematic effect." Princess Leia stands a few steps away, her expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. Her white snowsuit contrasts against the cool blue hues of the passage, her braided hair neatly arranged as she glares at Han. Her hands are clenched at her sides, her body language defensive but her gaze betraying a flicker of unspoken feelings. The tension between them is palpable, captured in their body language and the way they are lit: Leia in the brighter, cooler light, and Han in a more shadowy, warmer hue, emphasizing their contrast yet undeniable connection. The background features the jagged, frozen walls of the South Passage, with faint beams of light cutting through the icy textures. The air feels cold, almost visible, as though the chill of Hoth seeps into every detail of the scene. Their breath hangs faintly in the air, adding to the atmosphere of both physical and emotional tension."

6 months ago

POV first-person, I am a dog standing on all fours, looking down at my front paws. The camera perspective matches what my eyes would see, as though my vision is being captured directly from my viewpoint. My front paws are in clear focus, positioned naturally on the ground. Their padded toes, short claws, and fur around the joints are visible, appearing lifelike and realistic. My snout is slightly out of focus, and my eyes are directed downward, giving the impression that I’m gazing at my paws. The floor beneath me is realistically textured, creating a grounded and natural feeling. The camera captures this perspective exactly as I would see it through my eyes, making the experience feel entirely authentic and true to a dog's vision.

9 months ago

The heroine stands tall in her vinotinto suit, a picture of both elegance and power. Her intricate golden and silver patterns shimmer on the fabric as she effortlessly controls the air around her. With a graceful wave of her hand, a powerful gust of wind bursts forth, swirling around her like a whirlwind. The wind forms a circular, spiraling vortex at her feet, lifting her into the air as if she were weightless. Her cloak billows out behind her, reacting to the force of the wind, almost as though it is an extension of her power. Her long black hair flows in the current, and her delicate crown remains firmly in place, adding a regal touch to her dynamic movement. Her face is calm, focused, and serene, with large almond-shaped eyes locked onto the scene before her, showcasing the sheer control she has over the forces of nature. Above her, the air begins to swirl, creating a massive tornado, while smaller gusts of wind form around her hands, ready to be directed at any threat. The wind around her body becomes visible, rippling through the air as she spins, demonstrating her mastery over the element. She moves gracefully, guiding the winds with ease, shifting the air in powerful and controlled blasts, effortlessly maneuvering through the sky. Her presence is majestic and commanding—she is the embodiment of air itself. Every movement she makes seems to call the wind to her side, bending it to her will. The surrounding atmosphere becomes charged with the power of the air as she demonstrates her full potential as a master of the wind.