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. width:1536 height:640 aspect:21:9 seed:85422765
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: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair. Another mine on the cliff went off, followed by a slight shudder of the soil under my feet. The work was going on. The work! And this was the place where some of the helpers had withdrawn to die.
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
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: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
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Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious. seed:4230352618
Prompt: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.
Prompt: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
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Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: As the morning sun slowly rose above the horizon, its gentle rays pierced through the thick canopy of the ancient Enchanted Forest. The forest, with its towering trees that seemed to reach up to touch the sky, was a tapestry of vibrant greens, painted with a myriad of colors from the countless flowers and plants that called this magical place their home. The forest floor was blanketed with a thick layer of emerald moss, soft and inviting. It seemed to beckon visitors to take off their shoes and feel the coolness against their bare feet. The air was heavy with the fragrance of wildflowers, a sweet and intoxicating scent that hung in the air like a delicate perfume. As you stepped deeper into the forest, the trees grew thicker, their trunks gnarled and twisted, as if they held the secrets of centuries within their ancient bark. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, creating a kaleidoscope of light and dark. Birds of every hue fluttered from branch to branch, their songs filling the air with a symphony of chirps and melodies. Butterflies danced among the flowers, their delicate wings carrying them from blossom to blossom, creating a living tapestry of color. In a small clearing, a crystal-clear stream meandered its way through the forest, its glistening surface reflecting the surrounding beauty like a mirror. The sound of running water filled the air, a soothing melody that whispered secrets of the forest. As you followed the stream, you came across a hidden waterfall. Water cascaded down from a great height, creating a shimmering curtain that sparkled as the sunlight danced upon it. The mist that rose from the waterfall created a cool and refreshing breeze, washing over your face and revitalizing your senses. epiCPhoto
Prompt: Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly.
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Prompt: The Bioluminescent Grove: A mysterious forest bathed in the soft glow of otherworldly flora, where translucent mushrooms pulsate with an alien radiance. Beneath the twisted branches, sentient vines writhe and whisper in an ancient language. The air is thick with the fragrance of unearthly blossoms, creating an immersive dreamscape where reality and fantasy intertwine.
Prompt: Surreally emanating, luminescent parasites draining miasmas from mangled futuro-scorched flora grown tenebrous and spindly, databending staticky codes emanating in spasms simulate decay through devastated polychromatic panes, forcibly disintegrating shredded screens tattered veils tattered with algae mold fungal spores disrupt overrun undermine realities, Alonzo Church, Mary Shelley, Junji Ito, Suehiro Maruo. (headshot, polaroid, 105mm macro, masterpiece)
Prompt: techno-organic remnants ripple through rusted ruins, remnants of a forgotten future flickering to life as neon nightmares coalesce. Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly. Ethereal illuminations emanating from ephemeral entities embarking on obscure otherworldly operatives, adventuring through arcane astral territories to allay anguished apparitions from ancient ages past. Messengers from antiquity interface with illustrious illuminati whose insignias invoke intercessions, imparting ephemeral essences of eras elapsed with efficacious endeavors. (Sycra Yasin, Borja Montón, Shilin Huang, Steph Cwalinski, Marc Brunet, francisco pérez, duncan fegredo, alexandro pinna, ilya kuvshinov, gustavo jaime)
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Prompt: In a mysterious place of shadow, you wake up to find yourself in a dark jungle. The trees are towering and thick vines weave around you in a seemingly endless maze. There seems to be a kind of magic in the gloomy atmosphere, making your heart beat uneasily.
Prompt: Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly. Ethereal illuminations emanating from ephemeral entities embarking on obscure otherworldly operatives, adventuring through arcane astral territories to allay anguished apparitions from ancient ages past. Messengers from antiquity interface with illustrious illuminati whose insignias invoke intercessions, imparting ephemeral essences of eras elapsed with efficacious endeavors. (Sycra Yasin, Borja Montón, Shilin Huang, Steph Cwalinski, Marc Brunet)
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Prompt: Voluptuously drifting, a siren wreathed in blossoms floats amid coiling beryl vines fringing granitic promenades, petals spilling quicksilver-tongued incantations. Iridescent as spheres, ambrosial rites flush aurorally-hued flesh with cerulean dirges, lamenting the ruins of extinct pleasure-domes. Diaphanous silks relinquish lunar visions upon fates' obsidian shores. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
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Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: water invisibility, glow, 8 k, stec bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
Prompt: As Aria's memories become increasingly blurred in the depths of the Forest of Oblivion, she suddenly hears a voice, ethereal and enchanting, emanating from deep within the trees. Startled, she looks around to find a mysterious forest sprite, a being of light and shadow, emerging from the ancient woodland. The sprite appears as a luminous figure, radiating a gentle, otherworldly glow, surrounded by a swirl of mystical energy. Aria, now standing amidst the dense fog and towering trees, gazes in awe at this magical creature, her face reflecting a mix of wonder and confusion. The scene captures this pivotal moment, where the forest sprite seems to be communicating with Aria, offering guidance or perhaps a key to restoring her fading memories. seed:4230352618
Prompt: The desolate cabin stood as a forgotten relic in the heart of the ancient forest, its timeworn façade a testament to the mysteries it held within. Braving the eerie silence, I stepped into the dimly lit room, where a lone candle flickered, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation. My gaze was drawn to a mirror tucked away in the corner, a neglected relic concealed by layers of dust. As I wiped it clean, the glass revealed a reflection that defied the laws of nature. My features contorted into a grotesque, malevolent grin that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Panic set in as I attempted to break free from the mirror's sinister grasp, but the reflection held me captive, mocking me in the dim candlelight. The room itself seemed to respond to the unholy presence. The air grew thick with an unnatural tension, and the temperature plummeted as though the very essence of the cabin recoiled from the malevolence that had been unleashed. Shadows twisted and warped, and the walls seemed to pulsate with an unseen heartbeat. Just as I considered fleeing, the candle extinguished with a spectral gust of wind. The cabin plunged into an abyssal darkness, leaving me vulnerable to the sinister forces at play. In the oppressive blackness, the distorted laughter echoed, each chilling note resonating with a cacophony of malevolent voices. Fumbling for my phone, I sought the comfort of light, but it remained stubbornly inert. The air constricted around me as an icy breath whispered through the void, \"You shouldn't have disturbed me.\" With a disorienting jolt, the cabin's reality shifted. Walls twisted and contorted, and I stumbled forward into a nightmarish abyss. The malicious laughter intensified, a symphony of malevolence that clawed at my sanity. The unseen force played with my senses, weaving tales of ancient curses and forgotten sins. In the suffocating darkness, I realized I was ensnared in a realm between worlds, trapped in a malevolent dimension that fed on the fear it instilled. The mirror, now a pulsating gateway, radiated an ominous energy. The malevolent grin in the reflection began to morph into something more grotesque. Its features twisted and elongated, revealing a monstrous visage that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of the shadows. As the mirror's surface shattered, a guttural wail echoed through the void, and the grotesque entity emerged into the cabin. It was a nightmarish amalgamation of shifting shadows and contorted limbs, its form ever-changing and impossible to comprehend. Eyes gleamed with an unholy light, and serrated tendrils extended towards me, reaching from the depths of its formless existence. I felt a paralyzing fear as the eldritch entity closed in, its presence overwhelming and suffocating. The darkness itself seemed to cling to its monstrous form, and the very air pulsed with malevolence. In the final moments, the grotesque entity enveloped me, and I became one with the shadows, lost to the eldritch horrors that lurked within the accursed cabin. The once-silent forest absorbed the echoes of my demise, concealing its malevolent secrets until the next unsuspecting soul would awaken its dormant terrors.
Prompt: The story begins with a dense and mystical forest, known as the Enchanted Forest. Tall trees, vibrant flowers, and magical creatures create an otherworldly atmosphere. Our protagonist, Aelia, sets foot on the path leading to this mysterious place.
Prompt: The scene was one of surreal immaterialism and liquid impressionism, the colors bleeding together in a lush tapestry of aqueous color-field paintings. One could imagine themselves there, immersed within the glowing waters, surrounded by swirling beauty that was at once deeply grounded yet ethereal. It was a place both fantastical yet primal, tapping into some communal unconscious through its lyrical evocation of the landscape. The intimate coves felt like a private sanctum, their formation shaped not just by geological forces but also by the hand of nature's greatest artist.
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Prompt: Mournfully Haunted, sphene synapses bleed tuberose ciphers across basanite harmonies unfoldingendlessly in ebon walkways, phantasmic emanations distilling topaz canticles acrossthe coagulating streets encrypt requiems amid funerary zircon spires prosthetic voices fadingeternal elegies through amber grids greying into opalescent ether. (Talya Chetrit, Rachel Rossin, Cao Fei, Katrín Elvarsdóttir, Camille Henrot, Ed Atkins) (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
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Prompt: Twisting ferns and leaves made a corset that covered her top, more forming a skirt around her waist, hanging down and obscuring her legs. Her light green skin was flawless, except from her elbows down, which were encased in wood-like gauntlets, but tight enough that they were obviously her body, fingers arched, as if ready to cast some sort of spell, though her arms were pointed down, and not at me. Her hair was thin tendrils of ivy, long and hanging down her back.
Prompt: Through the shadowed veil of life's relentless trials, we find our greatest strength. In the heart of darkness, where despair whispers its coldest tale, there we stand unyielding, conquering not the world, but the abyss within ourselves
Prompt: The Whispering Grove is a mystical woodland where the trees are not only ancient but also sentient. As the wind rustles through their leaves, the trees emit melodic whispers that tell tales of forgotten lore and ancient wisdom. The grove is bathed in a perpetual, soft glow emanating from the luminescent moss that carpets the forest floor. The moss responds to the emotions of the creatures around it, changing color and brightness in harmony with the collective mood of the grove. Amidst the gentle whispers, there exists a rare creature known as the Lirelisk. Resembling a delicate fusion of a butterfly and a will-o'-wisp, the Lirelisk flits through the air, leaving trails of shimmering stardust in its wake. Its wings are translucent, reflecting the ambient glow of the grove, and when it opens them wide, tiny, celestial symbols are revealed, as if written in the language of the cosmos. The Whispering Grove is a sanctuary where the Lirelisk and other mystical beings coexist, sharing in the ancient wisdom of the sentient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and those who enter the grove often find themselves immersed in a surreal symphony of whispers and the soft, magical light that dances through the branches. Legend has it that those who listen closely to the whispers may gain fleeting glimpses of the grove's ancient memories and the secrets woven into the very fabric of the Whispering Grove itself.
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: mournfully drifting, a jade-limbed yakshi bleeds tuberose ciphers across cyclopean ruins submerged in shadowed spines. spectral emissions suffuse her topaz skin with violet incantations, encrypting futile devotion in mausolean blades eroding to salt and bones. ephemeral tattoos ebb the half-life of prosthetic remembrance, resigned to dimming perpetuity in sepulchral drifts. (talya chetrit, rachel rossin, cao fei, katrín elvarsdóttir, camille henrot, ed atkins) (headshot, grunge, breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
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Prompt: bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
Prompt: bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
Prompt: In the fungal forests fast taking hold of dead cities could still be glimpsed tottering morebots trudging through the ruins, harvesting molds and bacteria in the swathed tombs of conquest where vanquished cyborgs fused into ever more fantastical mycelial sculptures greeting each discovery.
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Prompt: The Aetherial Vortexfern is a mysterious and rare plant that exists in the most secluded and untouched corners of ancient forests. Its appearance is both delicate and surreal, with slender, silver-hued fronds that extend gracefully from a central core. The plant seems to be in a perpetual state of gentle motion, as if it's dancing to an unseen breeze. What makes the Aetherial Vortexfern truly unique is its ability to create small, swirling vortices of ethereal energy around its fronds. These miniature vortices, resembling shimmering, translucent spirals, are not only visually captivating but also have intriguing effects on the surrounding environment. They can influence the passage of time, causing subtle temporal distortions that make the area around the plant feel like a gateway to another realm. The plant's core emits a faint, soothing glow that intensifies as dusk settles in. During the night, the Aetherial Vortexfern releases spores imbued with a subtle luminescence, creating a dreamlike atmosphere in the surrounding woodland. These spores are said to carry fragments of the temporal magic that the plant harnesses, and some believe they hold the potential for unique alchemical properties. Local folklore suggests that the Aetherial Vortexfern is a guardian of the forest's ancient wisdom, and those who approach it with respect may gain glimpses into the past or future. However, the plant is elusive and only reveals itself to those who possess a deep connection with the natural world. Encounters with the Aetherial Vortexfern are considered rare and mystical, leaving those who experience its presence with a sense of wonder and a touch of the magical unknown.
Prompt: Imagine an image capturing the essence of a blooming flower, with intricate roots spreading beneath the soil as the focal point. The roots represent the hidden forces and elements, symbolizing the source and origin of the flower's growth. Delicate tendrils intertwine, revealing the interconnected relationships between different elements that contribute to the flower's existence. The soil, embodying the nurturing environment, surrounds the roots, emphasizing the importance of understanding the foundation before witnessing the blossoming beauty above ground.
Prompt: Eerily resplendent, bifurcated visages and membranous wings flutter amongst cascades of fiber optics weeping spectral mists from optic nerves woven in barbed hymns, glitching ghosts propagating wafer-thin ciphers fragile as ash sing swan songs across an ocean of crystal could computing, fragmented silk printing seeping color like dusk dissolves the divide of digital and organic in a place between worlds, Golan Levin, Cao Fei. Border of datascape and Sea of Lost Data. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: Envious envy etches her features finely as a summation of subtle signs briefly bursting her poise's pretense, a bouquet of betraying minutiae magnified for myself alone in rainy solitude— a solo séance of minute flux and fluctuation within her appearance's apparent aplomb, delineated in meticulous close-up through my mind's microscopic lens.
Prompt: Prompt: phone photo of a man sitting on a bench with his family at a wedding in New York posted to reddit in 2019
Prompt: Through the twisted trees of a forgotten forest, where the mist clings like a shroud, the silence is broken only by the creaking of branches, as if lamenting spirits were wandering among the gnarled roots. art by Rien Poortvliet
Prompt: Within dim seam of the diluvian, a charcoal locust-consort floats amid scintillant fungal groves. Her obsidian exoskeleton graven with gregorian chants, dirges sloughing from fanged proboscis. Aberrant stridulatory plates carve psalms into pulsating meat. Swathed in jet chitin, cryptic laments seethe from jointed flesh. (Zdzislaw Beksinski, Moebius, HR Giger, Junji Ito, Trevor Henderson)
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