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Prompt by Sombrero

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6 months ago

Two fluid, ethereal wolves howl at a colossal, melting moon, its silver light dripping into the vast cosmic ocean below, dissolving into waves of pure illusion and hidden truths. Their fur is woven from nebula dust, glowing in deep purples and electric blues, shifting with the tides of mystery and subconscious revelation. A floating staircase of mirrored illusions rises from the water, disappearing into an endless dreamscape of shifting labyrinths and ghostly apparitions. Around them, surreal figures with faceless visages emerge and dissolve, symbols of forgotten memories, past lives, and hidden fears lurking beneath the surface. The sky is a canvas of liquid neon, swirling and bending as if caught in a waking dream, reflecting the ever-changing nature of perception. In the distance, an all-seeing golden eye hovers within the moon’s glow, watching the dreamer as they navigate the realms of illusion and truth. Beyond the veil, phantom jellyfish made of liquid silver float silently, carrying secrets from realms beyond human comprehension. The entire scene pulses with an otherworldly energy, calling the viewer to embrace intuition, visions, and the unknown depths of the psyche. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, neon dreamscapes, celestial illusions, subconscious realms, cinematic 4K masterpiece, shifting realities, surreal bioluminescence, spectral mysticism, atmospheric lighting. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated surrealism, oversaturated, unrealistic water physics, poorly drawn animals, unnatural textures, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, bad reflections, incorrect depth.

6 months ago

A colossal crystalline tower, woven from liquid gold and neon threads of fate, fractures into infinite fragments, spiraling through a storm of cosmic fire and celestial lightning. The sky is a swirling chaos of burning stars and silver holographic tears, as reality itself is shattered in an instant of divine destruction. From the ruins, two ethereal figures tumble through the void, their forms flickering between past and future selves, symbolizing the inescapable transformation that follows upheaval. Their expressions are not of fear, but of awakening, as though falling is the first step toward true liberation. Floating above, an all-seeing celestial eye emerges from the rift, its gaze dispassionate and unyielding, watching as the old is destroyed to make way for the new. Around it, cosmic blueprints of fate unravel and rewrite themselves, shaping the next iteration of reality. Below, golden staircases spiral into nothingness, remnants of paths no longer meant to be walked. The very fabric of existence melts and drips like wax, a reminder that structures built on falsehood must eventually collapse. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, dynamic destruction, cosmic rebirth, neon fire and celestial storms, cinematic 4K transcendence, high-energy lighting, photorealistic apocalyptic vision, surreal architecture collapse. --avoid: blurry, pixelated, distorted proportions, extra limbs, unrealistic physics, oversaturated, stretched features, random artifacts, cartoonish, low-poly, poor lighting, generic fantasy elements, missing details, poor perspective, disconnected objects, floating elements without structure.

7 months ago

A lone figure sits in the dim glow of a starship cabin, his silhouette framed by the vast, endless void of space beyond the panoramic window. His shoulders sag under the crushing weight of a lifetime that never was, a sorrow deeper than time itself. The cabin is illuminated just enough light to see the lone figure and the ghostly blue luminescence of distant stars, casting long, soft-edged shadows. In his hands, he cradles a simple yet profoundly meaningful artifact—a well-worn flute, its polished surface dulled by the passage of time and the warmth of a thousand memories. His fingers trace its delicate engravings, the only tangible link to a past erased by fate. His face, lined with grief, is streaked with silent tears that glisten in the low light. His expression is one of quiet devastation—the agony of remembering something beautiful yet irretrievably lost. As he lifts the flute to his lips, a soft, ethereal melody drifts into the air, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. The haunting tune lingers, filling the sterile cabin with something profoundly human—a love and a life that once were, now existing only in this fragile moment. The atmosphere is heavy with nostalgia, the intangible presence of lost souls lingering like whispers in the void. Outside the starship, the universe stretches infinitely, stars pulsing like distant memories, nebulae swirling in cosmic blues and violets, a breathtaking contrast to the intimate sorrow within. This is a scene of quiet contemplation, where time stands still, and the weight of history is held in a single note. **Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed textures, emotional depth, sci-fi realism, moody atmosphere, dramatic composition, ultra-HD 8K resolution, subtle interplay of warm and cool light sources, vertical aspect ratio, evocative storytelling.**