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6 months ago

The Bureaucracy of the Afterlife" – (Primary Subject: Faceless Clerk Processing a Soul in an Afterlife Bureaucracy, 1.7 weight) — inside an impossibly vast brutalist marble hall, illuminated by soft shafts of gray ambient light and flickering fluorescent tubes, a lone soul stands in a queue that stretches far into vanishing point. The silence is immense. The walls are cold and unmarked. The floor glows faintly underfoot, inscribed with looping scripts in forgotten divine languages. At the end of the queue is a polished obsidian desk, minimalist and imposing. Behind it sits a faceless bureaucrat, their form static, draped in slate-gray robes. In front of them: a glowing typewriter that types without sound, a massive ledger filled with names and karmic equations, and a small brass stamp marked VOID, REDEEMED, or REPROCESS. Floating overhead are rotating file cabinets suspended in mid-air, each one labeled with vague existential terms: INTENTION, UNSPOKEN REGRET, MIRRORED VERSIONS. Pneumatic tubes hiss gently as they deliver paperwork from unknown origins. Occasionally, one bursts open and spills glowing red or golden documents onto the polished floor, which janitors in silence quickly retrieve. The architecture is surreal: escalators that lead nowhere, elevators with no doors, rows of waiting souls seated on concrete benches that pulse with low-frequency light. A clock with no hands ticks anyway. There is no signage—only understanding. The atmosphere is subdued and dreamlike: hazy, gray-toned air, volumetric light rays filtering from clerestory windows high above, and a dull mechanical hum as background music. The entire space feels endless, and yet incredibly personal—like a divine DMV designed by Tarkovsky and Escher. Rendered in moody cinematic realism with vintage textures—muted color palette of ashen gray, faded gold, bureaucratic beige, and deep obsidian black. Fine film grain, soft lens flare, and subtle vignetting give the image a faded, spiritual authority. Captured in the style of a Leica Summilux lens on decaying 35mm stock (emotional analog realism, 1.3 weight).

20 days ago

Grainy late-1990s digicam snapshot of Sahara, captured in a raw, candid everyday moment with her rebellious, playful energy. Her eyes are bright, cool blue with a hint of grey, slightly almond-shaped with naturally curled lashes and softly defined brows. Her nose is delicate and narrow with a softly rounded tip, clearly adorned with a small silver nose ring piercing that reflects the light. Her lips are full with natural fine lines, warm rose-brown in color, subtly highlighted by the flash. Her skin has a warm, sun-kissed bronze tone with visible freckles, natural pores, faint veins, and a humid sheen. Her hair is deep brunette, long and wavy with curtain bangs, a few strands clinging forward as she turns toward the camera. Scene: Inside a modest 90s motel room with faded wallpaper and an unmade bed in the mirror’s reflection. Sahara stands close to the wall mirror, one shoulder brushing against it, as she glances back at the digicam with a daring half-smile. She wears a cropped white ribbed tee, thin fabric clinging slightly under the flash, paired with an extreme short washed-out denim skirt riding high on her hips. A green thong waistband peeks visibly above the skirt. Barefoot on the worn carpet, she leans casually, caught in a mix of playful and provocative attitude. Details: The wooden nightstand beside her is cluttered with a soda can, an ashtray, and scattered instant Polaroid prints. The Polaroids themselves show suggestive snapshots of Sahara in raw, edgy poses — playful, teasing, and a little wild — adding a layered narrative of self-made chaos. Mood: Sexy, rebellious motel energy — like she’s documenting her own freedom, unfiltered and unafraid, mixing candid fun with bold provocation. Lighting & aesthetic: Harsh digicam flash creates strong contrast, flattening colors and throwing shadows, while the mirror doubles the messy realism. Dust specks, coarse film grain, imperfect framing, and slight vignette reinforce the lo-fi 1990s aesthetic. Technical tags: 2:3, motel room snapshot, mirror detail, lo-fi realism, candid 1990s vacation energy.

8 months ago

In a setting that suggests a private, possibly intimate event, a blonde woman in a striking yellow dress stands confidently in the center of the room. Medium breats. Her tight mini dress with deep cleavage, form-fitting and vibrant, draws attention, symbolizing perhaps boldness or a desire to be the focal point. She wears a pearl necklace, adding a touch of elegance or formality to her appearance. Her posture is assertive, with one hand raised in a gesture that could imply she's making a point, making a stop sign or perhaps in a commanding stance. To her left, a brunette man in a blue shirt and light trousers holds a camera, capturing the moment. His casual attire contrasts with the formality of the woman's dress, suggesting he might be documenting this scene for personal or professional reasons. His focus on the camera indicates he's engaged in his task, possibly oblivious to or intentionally ignoring the dynamics around him. Seated on a black leather couch behind the woman are two black-skinned men, one in a maroon shirt and the other in white, both dressed casually, which might indicate a relaxed or informal atmosphere despite the blonde woman's more formal attire. Their expressions are neutral to slightly attentive, suggesting they are part of the scene but not actively participating in the moment being captured by the camera. The black-skinned man in maroon seems to be looking towards the woman, while the black-skinned man in white has his gaze directed elsewhere, perhaps disinterested or contemplating something else. The room is decorated with deep red curtains, creating a dramatic and intimate backdrop. There are decorative elements like a vase with flowers and red candles, enhancing the atmosphere with a sense of sophistication or perhaps a hint of sensuality. The setting, combined with the characters' attire and actions, suggests a scenario where personal dynamics are being played out, possibly for an audience or for later viewing.

8 months ago

Create a book cover for a book titled How to Spell Bipolar by Tukura John Daniel. Be creative with it. It is a book on mental health, the author's lived experience. Below is the introduction to the book for further details: On July 23, 2021, I attempted to take my life. It marked the first time in my 31 years on this planet that I accepted and acknowledged defeat. I was utterly exhausted from the ceaseless struggle - the constant humming sound inside my head, the feeling of being stretched too thin, and the need to restart my life every four years. The horror within drove me to contemplate splitting my head open, seeking an end to the torment. My brain is both a tremendous blessing and a torturous curse. Throughout my life, I’ve been an easily likable, multi-talented individual and a family-oriented social crusader. I’ve influenced social change within the communities I’m involved with, launched the careers of numerous creatives in Nigeria and beyond, and repeatedly made millions of naira. Recently, I’ve even helped organizations restructure and increase profits. People trust and respect me due to my ability to connect the dots in complex situations. However, there’s another side to my story: I’ve lost nearly all the money I ever made, failed miserably at running a production and publishing company, struggled academically, and damaged significant relationships, losing the trust of those who matter most to me. These struggles didn’t emerge overnight. My childhood was marked by extreme mood swings which were both confusing and terrifying. I’d experience bursts of high energy, followed by sudden withdrawal into a corner, avoiding human contact. Despite being one of the brightest students, I despised school. The slow teaching style suffocated me; my brain worked too fast, sometimes resulting in slurred speech. Concentration was elusive. Some mornings, I’d wake up and avoid talking to anyone, not even offering greetings. I cried without reason, perhaps out of fear and confusion. Since Primary Six, a persistent humming sound has echoed in my head, a constant companion throughout my life. These experiences set me apart as a peculiar child, and as I grew older, they evolved into serious challenges. For years, I resisted seeking a diagnosis, despite suggestions from older, respected friends. The idea of seeing a psychiatrist seemed absurd. We associate psychiatrists solely with madness over here. No one explained that mental illness differs significantly from insanity. No one told me that the brain, like any other body part, could fall ill. Only after the damage had taken its toll did I finally agree to professional help. In 2021, I surrendered to a diagnosis: bipolar disorder. This book aims to document my journey toward healing from this under-documented yet remarkably common condition. I’ve lived my entire life with bipolar disorder, but it wasn’t until age 31 that I discovered the truth, after surviving two major meltdowns. The first occurred around the end of 2015, although I didn’t fully recognize it until 2016. At the time, my film and publishing businesses thrived, and I secured several lucrative deals. Then, suddenly, I withdrew from everyone - I stopped speaking, ceased all activity, and locked myself in my house for an entire week. Initially, I danced to loud music, but soon I neglected basic hygiene, surviving on bread alone. Friends attempted to reach me, but I refused to let them in. Opening the door felt like a miracle. By the end of October 2016, I had closed my business and ceased working altogether. I grappled with completing a project that would later become a landmark achievement for the largest group of writers in Africa. The second meltdown began in 2020 and reached its peak in 2021. “How to Spell Bipolar” is a movement designed to create awareness and foster conversations around mental health. Discussing one’s lived experience with mental illness is no easy task, regardless of location. However, in Nigeria, where all forms of mental illnesses are often equated with insanity, it becomes particularly challenging. As an emerging political leader, sharing deeply personal information feels like a perilous act - one that will likely be weaponized against me both now and in the future. But someone must lead this crucial campaign to ensure that help is readily available and easily accessible for those facing mental health challenges, regardless of the consequences. I am well now and have learned a great deal about how to manage this illness, the best way to exert vengeance for all my suffering is to educate as many people as possible. I hope this little book reaches someone out there, letting them know they are not alone. It may also provide clarity or closure for confused family members seeking to understand a beloved relative’s struggles. Above all, I aim to offer a humanized perspective to policymakers and politicians, urging them to recognize the urgency of improving mental health services for all in Nigeria. Tukura John Daniel

5 months ago

Create a hyperrealistic digital painting of a solemn historical meeting depicting eight men seated and standing around a large rectangular wooden table. The scene represents the First Junta of May 1810 in Buenos Aires, inside a formal government chamber in the colonial era. The setting is a grand, stately room with tall grey-blue paneled walls, decorated in late 18th–early 19th century neoclassical style. In the background, centered between the wall panels, there is a large dark statue or painting silhouette on a pedestal, barely lit, adding to the atmosphere of seriousness and historical depth. The room is softly illuminated with natural ambient light coming from the left side (out of frame), casting gentle shadows and highlighting the textures of faces, clothes, wood, and documents. The overall color tone is subdued and historical — browns, blacks, muted blues, greys, and whites dominate the palette, enhancing the serious, revolutionary mood. A large wooden table sits at the center of the composition, fully covered in a dark burgundy or deep red-brown tablecloth that touches the floor. On the table lie scattered handwritten papers, an inkwell, and quill pens — all period-accurate, adding a sense of active political deliberation. The eight men are depicted in late 18th/early 19th century clothing, seated or standing in a slightly curved formation to allow each face to be visible. Each man must be realistically modeled, showing unique facial features, age, and emotion. Their skin textures, expressions, postures, and clothing must be rendered in vivid photorealistic detail. The eight individuals, from left to right, are: Manuel Belgrano – seated on the far left. He is young, with slightly curled black hair and a serious, introspective look. He sits with legs crossed, left hand resting on the chair’s armrest, right hand over his knee. Wears a formal black tailcoat, white cravat, white stockings, and black leather shoes with silver buckles. Juan José Castelli – seated next to Belgrano. Upright posture, dressed in a dark brown wool suit with a white cravat and vest. His hair is brushed back, and he has a rounder face, appearing intellectual and calm. He looks slightly toward the table center. Cornelio Saavedra – seated prominently at the center-left. He is older, has white hair, and wears a striking military uniform: deep navy blue with bright red lapels, gold buttons, and gold epaulettes. A red sash crosses his chest. His presence is authoritative and calm. One hand rests gently on some documents on the table. Miguel de Azcuénaga – standing behind and slightly to the left of Saavedra. He is tall and slender, with short dark grey hair. He also wears a navy military uniform, though less ornate than Saavedra's. His hands are clasped in front of him. He stands straight and looks toward the center. Domingo Matheu – standing next to Azcuénaga, closer to the table's far end. He wears a dark civilian coat with a red sash tied at the waist, signifying political authority. His face is oval with sharp features, and his posture is partly turned in profile, indicating focus and formality. Manuel Alberti – seated just right of center. He is a priest, depicted as elderly with white hair, deep-set eyes, and a long face. Wears a traditional black clerical robe. His hands rest calmly on the table or are lightly clasped in his lap. His expression is spiritual and composed. Juan José Paso – seated beside Alberti. A middle-aged man in a black formal suit with a white cravat and waistcoat. His expression is assertive but thoughtful. He gestures with one hand slightly, as if making a point or writing something, while his other hand rests on the armrest. Mariano Moreno – seated on the far right. The youngest of the group, with intense dark eyes, sharp features, and dark combed-back hair. He wears a black coat with a light gray waistcoat, white shirt, and white stockings. He leans slightly forward, conveying intensity and commitment. His hands rest on his thighs or lightly clenched. Each figure must appear distinct and fully realized, with realistic period-appropriate facial hair (or clean-shaven), accurately styled 1810-era clothing, and naturalistic posture. All chair backs are ornate wood, consistent with early 19th-century elite furniture. The atmosphere must feel tense yet visionary — a moment of high political importance in Latin America’s independence. The textures (cloth, paper, skin, wood, brass, wax) must be photorealistic, with dynamic but subtle lighting to emphasize the humanity and gravity of the moment. Style: hyperrealism, 4K resolution detail, cinematic lighting, classical composition, historical documentary tone.

8 months ago

Create a book cover for a book titled How to Spell Bipolar by Tukura John Daniel. Be creative with it. It is a book on mental health, the author's lived experience. Below is the introduction to the book for further details: On July 23, 2021, I attempted to take my life. It marked the first time in my 31 years on this planet that I accepted and acknowledged defeat. I was utterly exhausted from the ceaseless struggle - the constant humming sound inside my head, the feeling of being stretched too thin, and the need to restart my life every four years. The horror within drove me to contemplate splitting my head open, seeking an end to the torment. My brain is both a tremendous blessing and a torturous curse. Throughout my life, I’ve been an easily likable, multi-talented individual and a family-oriented social crusader. I’ve influenced social change within the communities I’m involved with, launched the careers of numerous creatives in Nigeria and beyond, and repeatedly made millions of naira. Recently, I’ve even helped organizations restructure and increase profits. People trust and respect me due to my ability to connect the dots in complex situations. However, there’s another side to my story: I’ve lost nearly all the money I ever made, failed miserably at running a production and publishing company, struggled academically, and damaged significant relationships, losing the trust of those who matter most to me. These struggles didn’t emerge overnight. My childhood was marked by extreme mood swings which were both confusing and terrifying. I’d experience bursts of high energy, followed by sudden withdrawal into a corner, avoiding human contact. Despite being one of the brightest students, I despised school. The slow teaching style suffocated me; my brain worked too fast, sometimes resulting in slurred speech. Concentration was elusive. Some mornings, I’d wake up and avoid talking to anyone, not even offering greetings. I cried without reason, perhaps out of fear and confusion. Since Primary Six, a persistent humming sound has echoed in my head, a constant companion throughout my life. These experiences set me apart as a peculiar child, and as I grew older, they evolved into serious challenges. For years, I resisted seeking a diagnosis, despite suggestions from older, respected friends. The idea of seeing a psychiatrist seemed absurd. We associate psychiatrists solely with madness over here. No one explained that mental illness differs significantly from insanity. No one told me that the brain, like any other body part, could fall ill. Only after the damage had taken its toll did I finally agree to professional help. In 2021, I surrendered to a diagnosis: bipolar disorder. This book aims to document my journey toward healing from this under-documented yet remarkably common condition. I’ve lived my entire life with bipolar disorder, but it wasn’t until age 31 that I discovered the truth, after surviving two major meltdowns. The first occurred around the end of 2015, although I didn’t fully recognize it until 2016. At the time, my film and publishing businesses thrived, and I secured several lucrative deals. Then, suddenly, I withdrew from everyone - I stopped speaking, ceased all activity, and locked myself in my house for an entire week. Initially, I danced to loud music, but soon I neglected basic hygiene, surviving on bread alone. Friends attempted to reach me, but I refused to let them in. Opening the door felt like a miracle. By the end of October 2016, I had closed my business and ceased working altogether. I grappled with completing a project that would later become a landmark achievement for the largest group of writers in Africa. The second meltdown began in 2020 and reached its peak in 2021. “How to Spell Bipolar” is a movement designed to create awareness and foster conversations around mental health. Discussing one’s lived experience with mental illness is no easy task, regardless of location. However, in Nigeria, where all forms of mental illnesses are often equated with insanity, it becomes particularly challenging. As an emerging political leader, sharing deeply personal information feels like a perilous act - one that will likely be weaponized against me both now and in the future. But someone must lead this crucial campaign to ensure that help is readily available and easily accessible for those facing mental health challenges, regardless of the consequences. I am well now and have learned a great deal about how to manage this illness, the best way to exert vengeance for all my suffering is to educate as many people as possible. I hope this little book reaches someone out there, letting them know they are not alone. It may also provide clarity or closure for confused family members seeking to understand a beloved relative’s struggles. Above all, I aim to offer a humanized perspective to policymakers and politicians, urging them to recognize the urgency of improving mental health services for all in Nigeria. Tukura John Daniel

8 months ago

Create a book cover for a book titled How to Spell Bipolar by Tukura John Daniel. Be creative with it. It is a book on mental health, the author's lived experience. Below is the introduction to the book for further details: On July 23, 2021, I attempted to take my life. It marked the first time in my 31 years on this planet that I accepted and acknowledged defeat. I was utterly exhausted from the ceaseless struggle - the constant humming sound inside my head, the feeling of being stretched too thin, and the need to restart my life every four years. The horror within drove me to contemplate splitting my head open, seeking an end to the torment. My brain is both a tremendous blessing and a torturous curse. Throughout my life, I’ve been an easily likable, multi-talented individual and a family-oriented social crusader. I’ve influenced social change within the communities I’m involved with, launched the careers of numerous creatives in Nigeria and beyond, and repeatedly made millions of naira. Recently, I’ve even helped organizations restructure and increase profits. People trust and respect me due to my ability to connect the dots in complex situations. However, there’s another side to my story: I’ve lost nearly all the money I ever made, failed miserably at running a production and publishing company, struggled academically, and damaged significant relationships, losing the trust of those who matter most to me. These struggles didn’t emerge overnight. My childhood was marked by extreme mood swings which were both confusing and terrifying. I’d experience bursts of high energy, followed by sudden withdrawal into a corner, avoiding human contact. Despite being one of the brightest students, I despised school. The slow teaching style suffocated me; my brain worked too fast, sometimes resulting in slurred speech. Concentration was elusive. Some mornings, I’d wake up and avoid talking to anyone, not even offering greetings. I cried without reason, perhaps out of fear and confusion. Since Primary Six, a persistent humming sound has echoed in my head, a constant companion throughout my life. These experiences set me apart as a peculiar child, and as I grew older, they evolved into serious challenges. For years, I resisted seeking a diagnosis, despite suggestions from older, respected friends. The idea of seeing a psychiatrist seemed absurd. We associate psychiatrists solely with madness over here. No one explained that mental illness differs significantly from insanity. No one told me that the brain, like any other body part, could fall ill. Only after the damage had taken its toll did I finally agree to professional help. In 2021, I surrendered to a diagnosis: bipolar disorder. This book aims to document my journey toward healing from this under-documented yet remarkably common condition. I’ve lived my entire life with bipolar disorder, but it wasn’t until age 31 that I discovered the truth, after surviving two major meltdowns. The first occurred around the end of 2015, although I didn’t fully recognize it until 2016. At the time, my film and publishing businesses thrived, and I secured several lucrative deals. Then, suddenly, I withdrew from everyone - I stopped speaking, ceased all activity, and locked myself in my house for an entire week. Initially, I danced to loud music, but soon I neglected basic hygiene, surviving on bread alone. Friends attempted to reach me, but I refused to let them in. Opening the door felt like a miracle. By the end of October 2016, I had closed my business and ceased working altogether. I grappled with completing a project that would later become a landmark achievement for the largest group of writers in Africa. The second meltdown began in 2020 and reached its peak in 2021. “How to Spell Bipolar” is a movement designed to create awareness and foster conversations around mental health. Discussing one’s lived experience with mental illness is no easy task, regardless of location. However, in Nigeria, where all forms of mental illnesses are often equated with insanity, it becomes particularly challenging. As an emerging political leader, sharing deeply personal information feels like a perilous act - one that will likely be weaponized against me both now and in the future. But someone must lead this crucial campaign to ensure that help is readily available and easily accessible for those facing mental health challenges, regardless of the consequences. I am well now and have learned a great deal about how to manage this illness, the best way to exert vengeance for all my suffering is to educate as many people as possible. I hope this little book reaches someone out there, letting them know they are not alone. It may also provide clarity or closure for confused family members seeking to understand a beloved relative’s struggles. Above all, I aim to offer a humanized perspective to policymakers and politicians, urging them to recognize the urgency of improving mental health services for all in Nigeria. Tukura John Daniel

5 months ago

The room is softly illuminated with natural ambient light coming from the left side (out of frame), casting gentle shadows and highlighting the textures of faces, clothes, wood, and documents. The overall color tone is subdued and historical — browns, blacks, muted blues, greys, and whites dominate the palette, enhancing the serious, revolutionary mood. A large wooden table sits at the center of the composition, fully covered in a dark burgundy or deep red-brown tablecloth that touches the floor. On the table lie scattered handwritten papers, an inkwell, and quill pens — all period-accurate, adding a sense of active political deliberation. The eight men are depicted in late 18th/early 19th century clothing, seated or standing in a slightly curved formation to allow each face to be visible. Each man must be realistically modeled, showing unique facial features, age, and emotion. Their skin textures, expressions, postures, and clothing must be rendered in vivid photorealistic detail. The eight individuals, from left to right, are: Manuel Belgrano – seated on the far left. He is young, with slightly curled black hair and a serious, introspective look. He sits with legs crossed, left hand resting on the chair’s armrest, right hand over his knee. Wears a formal black tailcoat, white cravat, white stockings, and black leather shoes with silver buckles. Juan José Castelli – seated next to Belgrano. Upright posture, dressed in a dark brown wool suit with a white cravat and vest. His hair is brushed back, and he has a rounder face, appearing intellectual and calm. He looks slightly toward the table center. Cornelio Saavedra – seated prominently at the center-left. He is older, has white hair, and wears a striking military uniform: deep navy blue with bright red lapels, gold buttons, and gold epaulettes. A red sash crosses his chest. His presence is authoritative and calm. One hand rests gently on some documents on the table. Miguel de Azcuénaga – standing behind and slightly to the left of Saavedra. He is tall and slender, with short dark grey hair. He also wears a navy military uniform, though less ornate than Saavedra's. His hands are clasped in front of him. He stands straight and looks toward the center. Domingo Matheu – standing next to Azcuénaga, closer to the table's far end. He wears a dark civilian coat with a red sash tied at the waist, signifying political authority. His face is oval with sharp features, and his posture is partly turned in profile, indicating focus and formality. Manuel Alberti – seated just right of center. He is a priest, depicted as elderly with white hair, deep-set eyes, and a long face. Wears a traditional black clerical robe. His hands rest calmly on the table or are lightly clasped in his lap. His expression is spiritual and composed. Juan José Paso – seated beside Alberti. A middle-aged man in a black formal suit with a white cravat and waistcoat. His expression is assertive but thoughtful. He gestures with one hand slightly, as if making a point or writing something, while his other hand rests on the armrest. Mariano Moreno – seated on the far right. The youngest of the group, with intense dark eyes, sharp features, and dark combed-back hair. He wears a black coat with a light gray waistcoat, white shirt, and white stockings. He leans slightly forward, conveying intensity and commitment. His hands rest on his thighs or lightly clenched. Each figure must appear distinct and fully realized, with realistic period-appropriate facial hair (or clean-shaven), accurately styled 1810-era clothing, and naturalistic posture. All chair backs are ornate wood, consistent with early 19th-century elite furniture. The atmosphere must feel tense yet visionary — a moment of high political importance in Latin America’s independence. The textures (cloth, paper, skin, wood, brass, wax) must be photorealistic, with dynamic but subtle lighting to emphasize the humanity and gravity of the moment. Flash photography, unedited.