weak prompts

9 months ago

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.

7 months ago

Ultra-detailed half body portrait of a 24 year woman, bearing a prominent facial scar that cuts across her left cheek - a mark of survival in countless street fights, cold calculating eyes that hold both cunning and cruelty, angular features hardened by years of combat, short black hair styled practically with an undercut to prevent opponents from gaining advantage, wearing an expensive business jacket, open showing a heavily cropped business shirt, which barely covers her breasts, showing her flat toned belly with defined sixpack abs, standing in a luxurious penthouse office overlooking a brutalist cityscape of imposing concrete and steel structures, the window behind her showcasing the stark wealth divide - opulent high-rises crowned with neon-lit fighting arenas adjacent to crumbling tenements where the weak struggle to survive, private security forces visible patrolling elevated walkways, smoke rising from illegal fighting pits in the lower levels, multiple layers of corrupt authority visible through the glass - private military contractors guarding corporate territories, street gangs marking their domains with holographic tags, expensive hover-vehicles carrying crime lords between their territories, harsh artificial lighting from corporate logos casting blood-red shadows across her face, reflective surfaces showing both luxury and defensive capabilities - bulletproof windows and concealed weapon systems, photorealistic rendering in ultra-high detail capturing both the sleek modern technology and the underlying violence of society, 8k resolution with emphasis on material contrasts between expensive synthetics and crude street-level modifications, detailed attention to status symbols of power - augmented strength visible in subtle cybernetic enhancement scars at her wrists, trophy rings from defeated opponents adorning her fingers, a championship fighter's medallion worn as a subtle threat display, environmental storytelling showing the mechanics of power - security checkpoints, combat betting stations, and medical repair facilities for the wealthy fighters who can afford them

6 months ago

First-person POV of waking up in a damp, 19th-century abandoned lighthouse tower. The camera shows your legs stretching on a tattered wool blanket, with rusty chains around your ankles. The space is dimly lit, with weathered wooden walls and a cracked, fogged window in the background. The sound of crashing waves echoes faintly, and a weak beam of sunlight filters through the misty glass. Highly realistic, gritty textures, high contrast between light and shadow

2 months ago

Worm's-eye architectural view high angle half body photo of a 24-year-old Igbo-Slovak female chic Parisian woman with a Resource concealment strategy with face revealing complex calculation beyond simple hiding impulse, eyes methodically evaluating environmental integration possibilities, subtle satisfaction indicators at effective camouflage achievement, expression showing strategic thinking transcending immediate security concerns. facial expression. She has Full-body thermal regulation tattoos featuring specialized symbols that indicate optimal body positioning for different weather conditions wrapped around every limb and joint, skin has developed unusual mottled appearance from variable blood vessel dilation adapted into the design, strategic scarification creates insulative air pocket patterns across entire surface, face bearing emotional control reminders, hands tattooed with water quality testing methods.. The skin pores and texture are clearly visible and in focus. Her Large curved line eyes, Silky, deep purple eyes, framed by long, elegant eyelashes. Her haircut is Tactical buzz cut with entire head shaved to quarter-inch length, eliminating hair as vector for parasites or contaminants, requires minimal water for cleaning, offers no grip point for combat situations, reveals cooling points at base of skull.. Her eyebrows are neatly shaped, complementing her delicate facial features. Her body is Tight skin over the upper chest with firm, subtle muscle contours, small breast, toned abs, Female Bodybuilding style. She wears Retrofitted police tactical vest cut down to cover only upper chest, weight reduced by removing ballistic materials, institutional markings deliberately obscured with mud and paint, straps adjusted for desert mobility., midriff, Retrofitted basketball shorts with elasticity degraded and reinforced with woven plastic strips, waistband deliberately lowered, team colors faded from vibrant to subtle earth tones, ventilation holes added in grid pattern along sides., In the background Industrial freezer complex converted into a heavily insulated living environment offering rare relief from extreme heat, power generation focuses exclusively on maintaining the cooling systems, residency is determined through complex contribution metrics with cooling access strictly timed and allocated, the surrounding area has become a scorched wasteland making the facility a critical regional refuge.. She stands Safe Passage Negotiator position with body positioned between territorial groups creating neutral intermediary presence, stance carefully balanced presenting neither weakness nor threat, hands engaged in established diplomatic gestures, facial muscles controlled revealing neither fear nor aggression., looking to the camera. She is positioned on the left side in the frame by the rule of thirds. The weather is Flash floods from sudden intense localized rainfall creating walls of water 20 feet high that race through bone-dry watersheds, carrying away everything in their path with no warning, the water heavily laden with debris and often toxic from collecting industrial residues, evaporating completely within hours leaving mud-caked ruins.. the model is lighted with soft natural lighting in the style of Raven Frost

4 months ago

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

3 months ago

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

4 months ago

Ultra-detailed half body portrait of a 24 year woman, bearing a prominent facial scar that cuts across her left cheek - a mark of survival in countless street fights, cold calculating eyes that hold both cunning and cruelty, angular features hardened by years of combat, short black hair styled practically with an undercut to prevent opponents from gaining advantage, wearing an expensive business jacket, open showing a heavily cropped business shirt, which barely covers her breasts, showing her flat toned belly with defined sixpack abs, standing in a luxurious penthouse office overlooking a brutalist cityscape of imposing concrete and steel structures, the window behind her showcasing the stark wealth divide - opulent high-rises crowned with neon-lit fighting arenas adjacent to crumbling tenements where the weak struggle to survive, private security forces visible patrolling elevated walkways, smoke rising from illegal fighting pits in the lower levels, multiple layers of corrupt authority visible through the glass - private military contractors guarding corporate territories, street gangs marking their domains with holographic tags, expensive hover-vehicles carrying crime lords between their territories, harsh artificial lighting from corporate logos casting blood-red shadows across her face, reflective surfaces showing both luxury and defensive capabilities - bulletproof windows and concealed weapon systems, photorealistic rendering in ultra-high detail capturing both the sleek modern technology and the underlying violence of society, 8k resolution with emphasis on material contrasts between expensive synthetics and crude street-level modifications, detailed attention to status symbols of power - augmented strength visible in subtle cybernetic enhancement scars at her wrists, trophy rings from defeated opponents adorning her fingers, a championship fighter's medallion worn as a subtle threat display, environmental storytelling showing the mechanics of power - security checkpoints, combat betting stations, and medical repair facilities for the wealthy fighters who can afford them

9 months ago

The scene takes place in a dark alley, illuminated only by the pale light of the moon. The vampire stands tall, his once frail form now strengthened and full of vitality. His hair, now a vibrant crimson, catches the light, while his glowing blue eyes seem to reflect both power and calm control. His expression is focused but serene, no longer burdened by inner conflict. In front of him stands a figure, who appears exhausted and weak. The vampire, with his sharp yet controlled movements, gently approaches. His bat-like wings, now strong and imposing, fold behind him as he crouches, offering a sense of grace and power. With a subtle, almost respectful gesture, he bends forward, his gaze meeting that of the person with a sense of calmness, rather than aggression. His fangs, gleaming slightly in the moonlight, only add to his strange, otherworldly allure. He drinks slowly, the act almost meditative, as though he's embracing the necessity of this part of his existence. As he feeds, the vampire's appearance becomes more vibrant, his skin glowing faintly with an eerie, almost ethereal warmth. His body seems to grow more muscular with each passing moment, his once sickly form now full of life and power. The victim, though drained, appears peaceful in the moment, the exchange quiet and almost surreal. This is no longer a struggle for survival—it's a quiet acceptance of who he is. The vampire stands up, wiping his lips gently, his glowing eyes soft but filled with an undeniable strength. His wings flutter lightly, a soft breeze stirring the surrounding air, and his aura feels both unsettling and regal. The scene is a quiet moment of control and reflection, as the vampire fully embraces his true nature and strength, living with the balance he has found.

27 days ago

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.

9 months ago

contemporary, minimalist, wide, one subject, centered, digital illustration, wide angle, head-on, low contrast, solitary man in silhouette, mid-thirties, dressed in a simple, modern outfit, his posture relaxed and introspective large, softly lit space with navy and soft white, environment is sparse and open, emphasizing solitude and contemplation, soft gradient from warm tones, creating a tranquil and ethereal atmosphere focus on the subtle interplay of weak light and shadow on the subject and surroundings, focus on texture and ambient light --ar 9:16 --style raw --v 6.1

6 months ago

First-person POV of waking up in a damp, 19th-century abandoned lighthouse tower. The camera shows your legs stretching on a tattered wool blanket, with rusty chains around your ankles. The space is dimly lit, with weathered wooden walls and a cracked, fogged window in the background. The sound of crashing waves echoes faintly, and a weak beam of sunlight filters through the misty glass. Highly realistic, gritty textures, high contrast between light and shadow

6 months ago

First-person POV , I am lying on the ground, my gaze fixed from this low angle. The canvas walls of the tent shift slightly in the night breeze. Darkness fills the space, with only the faint glow of an oil lamp casting weak light inside. My hand still grips a sword, its blade resting on the ground. A red liquid has seeped from my body, slowly spreading across the tent floor. The night outside is quiet, yet the air remains heavy with an undeniable sense of danger.

4 months ago

First-person POV: you open your eyes while lying on a thin, hard mattress placed directly on the cracked linoleum floor of a cold, concrete-walled apartment. In front of you, your feet are visible under a faded wool blanket. Pale morning light seeps through a small, barred window covered in frost. The ceiling is low and stained. To the right, hanging above eye level, are two framed portraits of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il, their eyes seemingly watching you even in the silence. The room is sparse—no furniture except a rusted metal cabinet and an old state-issued radio softly murmuring distant propaganda. Your breath fogs in the freezing air as the sound of a patriotic hymn echoes faintly from a loudspeaker outside. The atmosphere is quiet, rigid, and lifeless. The scent of old dust, damp cement, and faint coal smoke fills your lungs. Your body is stiff from the cold, and your fingers instinctively reach for the edge of the blanket, as if to pull reality back over your eyes. Visual specs: • 8K ultra-detailed cinematic realism, HDR, IMAX Laser style, stylize 750 • Camera: Canon R5 • Lens: 16mm • Aperture: f/4 • Lighting: weak dawn light from window, diffused and cold • Composition: perfectly centered first-person view, camera at eye level, feet visible stretched toward the wall

22 days ago

Abandoned sinister European train station inspired by 'Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street', 1960s setting, dark fog-covered platform with cracked stone tiles, rusted rails disappearing into mist, vintage iron lampposts flickering weak yellow light, broken wooden benches, old clock tower stuck at midnight, weathered brick walls with soot stains, abandoned train carriages with shattered windows, eerie silence with faint echoes, puddles reflecting the full moon above, mysterious shadowy figures barely visible in the distance, ultra-detailed textures, no modern elements, cinematic horror lighting, DSLR depth of field, National Geographic style, highly realistic, --ar 16:9 --v 6"

4 months ago

First-person POV: you open your eyes while lying on a thin, hard mattress placed directly on the cracked linoleum floor of a cold, concrete-walled apartment. In front of you, your feet are visible under a faded wool blanket. Pale morning light seeps through a small, barred window covered in frost. The ceiling is low and stained. To the right, hanging above eye level, are two framed portraits of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il, their eyes seemingly watching you even in the silence. The room is sparse—no furniture except a rusted metal cabinet and an old state-issued radio softly murmuring distant propaganda. Your breath fogs in the freezing air as the sound of a patriotic hymn echoes faintly from a loudspeaker outside. The atmosphere is quiet, rigid, and lifeless. The scent of old dust, damp cement, and faint coal smoke fills your lungs. Your body is stiff from the cold, and your fingers instinctively reach for the edge of the blanket, as if to pull reality back over your eyes. Visual specs: • 8K ultra-detailed cinematic realism, HDR, IMAX Laser style, stylize 750 • Camera: Canon R5 • Lens: 16mm • Aperture: f/4 • Lighting: weak dawn light from window, diffused and cold • Composition: perfectly centered first-person view, camera at eye level, feet visible stretched toward the wall

4 days ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

8 months ago

A wide view of the quiet streets of 1890s Vienna at dawn, shrouded in a ghostly morning mist. The cobblestone streets glisten faintly, still wet from a light rain, while tall, ornate buildings with wrought-iron balconies stand in eerie silence. A lone gas lamp flickers weakly, its golden glow barely piercing the fog. The streets are empty, save for a distant silhouette of a horse-drawn carriage disappearing into the haze. The scene captures a haunting stillness, with long shadows stretching across the ground, evoking a sense of melancholy and foreboding. The overall atmosphere is dark, cinematic, and reminiscent of a Penny Dreadful.

9 months ago

Photo of a ultra realistic headshot (full face and hair visible) of a models face,Her face has a wide tall chin,her jawline is Wide and sharp,,high set definded cheekbones,almond shaped blue eyes,small straight upturned nose,upperlip is upturned,her lips are full,pink.Pretty eyelashes,wide mouth,green hair with hints of purple in a topbun,her freckles and dimple on her right cheek serve towards her cute face. She is kneeling(position) and looking towards the camera(looking up to camera),seductive,her 20 year old age makes her playful.She wears a black dress,The Photo is taken in a abandoned Church.Her neck is fully covered in a tatoo.Her mouth is open, she looks up to the camera,chin(soft,short,weak),jaw(soft,undefined,narrow),,cheekbones(flat,low set)

8 months ago

A wide view of the empty streets of 1890s Vienna at dawn, shrouded in a ghostly morning mist. The cobblestone streets glisten faintly, still wet from a light rain, while tall, ornate buildings with wrought-iron balconies stand in eerie silence. A lone gas lamp flickers weakly, its golden glow barely piercing the fog. The streets are empty, save for a distant silhouette of a horse-drawn carriage disappearing into the haze. The scene captures a haunting stillness, with long shadows stretching across the ground, evoking a sense of melancholy and foreboding. The overall atmosphere is dark, cinematic, and reminiscent of a Penny Dreadful.

9 months ago

Photo of a ultra realistic headshot (full face and hair visible) of a models face,Her face has a wide tall chin,her jawline is Wide and sharp,,high set definded cheekbones,almond shaped blue eyes,small straight upturned nose,upperlip is upturned,her lips are full,pink.Pretty eyelashes,wide mouth,green hair with hints of purple in a topbun,her freckles and dimple on her right cheek serve towards her cute face. She is kneeling and looking towards the camera,seductive,her 20 year old age makes her playful.She wears a black dress,The Photo is taken in a abandoned Church.Her neck is fully covered in a tatoo.Her mouth is open, she looks up to the camera,chin(soft,short,weak),jaw(soft,undefined,narrow),,cheekbones(flat,low set)

9 months ago

In the photo, an ordinary boxer looks into the camera and stands in the ring, his sweat glistening under the weak spotlight. The viewer's background is blurred, highlighting its raw power: Cinematic Photo, Best Quality, 8k, High Definition, Masterpiece, Super Detailed, Realistic, Highly Detailed Photo.

7 months ago

You're absolutely right! To ensure the AI understands the exact context and generates an accurate depiction of **Jinwoo Sung** from *Solo Leveling*, we need to explicitly mention the source material (the anime/manga) and provide more specific details about his character design. Here's the revised version of the prompt with added clarity: --- ### **Revised Prompt 1: Jinwoo Sung - Early Days (Weak E-Rank Hunter)** **Description:** A young man with messy black hair and a slim build wearing tattered hunter gear. He looks exhausted but determined, standing in front of a dark dungeon gate surrounded by glowing red cracks. The atmosphere is tense, with faint monster silhouettes visible in the background. **Prompt Text:** "A cinematic portrait of Jinwoo Sung, the protagonist from the Korean manhwa and anime 'Solo Leveling,' during his early days as a weak E-rank hunter. Messy black hair, weary expression, slim athletic build, wearing worn-out leather armor with visible scratches, dirt, and minor tears. Standing near a massive ominous dungeon gate emitting glowing red energy cracks, dimly lit environment with soft lighting highlighting his face, dramatic shadows enhancing the tension. Faint silhouettes of lurking monsters in the background add to the eerie atmosphere. Dark fantasy aesthetic inspired by Solo Leveling's art style, photorealistic rendering, highly detailed, 8k resolution." --- ### Key Additions for Accuracy: 1. **Explicit Source Material:** Mentioned *"Solo Leveling"* as the manhwa/anime source. 2. **Character-Specific Details:** Added descriptors like "messy black hair," "slim athletic build," and "worn-out leather armor" to match Jinwoo's iconic early appearance. 3. **Art Style Reference:** Included *"inspired by Solo Leveling's art style"* to guide the AI toward the correct visual tone. 4. **Contextual Clues:** Emphasized that this is Jinwoo during his *"early days as a weak E-rank hunter"* to avoid confusion with his later powerful forms. This should help the AI generate a much more accurate representation of Jinwoo Sung in his early stages.

9 months ago

contemporary, minimalist, wide, one subject, centered, digital illustration, wide angle, head-on, low contrast, solitary man in silhouette, mid-thirties, dressed in a simple, modern outfit, his posture relaxed and introspective large, softly lit space with navy and soft white, environment is sparse and open, emphasizing solitude and contemplation, soft gradient from warm tones, creating a tranquil and ethereal atmosphere focus on the subtle interplay of weak light and shadow on the subject and surroundings, focus on texture and ambient light --ar 9:16 --style raw --v 6.1

4 days ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene