Prompt: Reality often hits us like a freight train. What goes around comes back around just like a boomerang.
Prompt: Wake up to the reality around you without fear, or have it completely shattered as you watch it disappear.
Prompt: As the planetary killer asteroid approaches, capturing the eerie glow cast over the planet, surreal and supernatural aspects of the impending catastrophe.
Prompt: Chaos ensues, depicted through a foggy haze, as governments around the world grapple with uncertainty. The “Fog of War” settles in, creating a distorting atmosphere that mirrors the global turmoil.
Prompt: A captivating sense of wonder and awe, standing in the foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
Negative: low detail in depth field
Prompt: A sense of foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
Prompt: An album cover for From Life to The Grave, Deep Calls to Deep, Tsunami (Ocean Views), Inundated by The Deluge, Thus Came the Flood, It Comes in Waves, Flood The Fires, Overflow, Tides of Time
Prompt: From Life to The Grave, Deep Calls to Deep, Tsunami (Ocean Views), Inundated by The Deluge, Thus Came the Flood, It Comes in Waves, Flood The Fires, Overflow, Tides of Time
Prompt: Awaiting What Comeths, Fog of War, What a Dream, A Missed Hit, Set in Stone, Eeriedescent, Vechnost, When Tragedy Strikes, Epochalypse
Prompt: Tension is so thick that a spark will ignite the air. One press of a button away from nuclear warfare.
Prompt: I can show you how you see this world, how you feel about the past you can't remember and the reality you can't recognize.
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving, eerie, epoch, Vechnost
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving, eerie, epoch, Vechnost
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving, eerie, epoch, Vechnost
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving.
Prompt: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: Concerning storms of wayward thoughts within me churn as I try to grasp at uncertainty that I can't dispel, dissect, or discern.
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving.
Prompt: 🎶 If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly. 🎶
Prompt: If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly.
Prompt: Nightime, Fire in the lighthouse, beam of light pointed outwards to guide the lost souls
Negative: omni-directional lighting, lighthouse not on fire
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Nightime, Fire in the lighthouse, beam of light pointed outwards to guide the lost souls
Negative: omni-directional lighting, lighthouse not on fire
Prompt: Nightime, Fire in the lighthouse, lighthouse beam of light shining out, lingering fog upon gloomy seas
Prompt: Bones like branches snap; the forest will feed on our mindbending depravity, Stańczyk in the style of tenebrism
Prompt: Am I allowed again to call out what I need to hear? To be a conduit conditioned by the fear of fear?
Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned.
Prompt: I chased my dreams and instead caught a glimpse of my own shadow; sprawled out and stained across the road.
Prompt: Are we, in essence, running in circles, spiraling out toward entropy, until we as a species have ran ourselves extinct? A Biblical depiction of Jacob's trouble
Prompt: Are we, in essence, running in circles, spiraling out toward entropy, until we as a species have ran ourselves extinct?
