King of the City

King of the City

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: And the men stood, twenty-two hours tall — not merely tall like trees, but tall by the measure of time itself, their height a slow, inexorable clock that made the air around them feel older. Their heads were cathedrals: vaulted brows and stained-glass eyes dimmed by a dusk of thought, spires of hair and scar running like flying buttresses. They bowed like architecture at prayer, the gesture not of humility but of ceremony, as if the very weight of their silence required the cantilever of their necks to hold it up. They wore the holy robes of a profitable war: long, ceremonial mantles cut from cloth the color of dried blood and ledger paper, hems threaded with gilt and invoice. Buttons gleamed like minted promises; medals hung on sashes like receipts for violence. The fabric whispered when they moved — a rustle not of silk but of contracts being folded — and from their sleeves slipped the soft jingle of coin and cartridge, rosary and receipt braided into one. Around their feet the light pooled and cooled, turning their shadows into altars, and wherever they passed the air smelled faintly of iron, ink, and the faint, inexplicable spice of commerce pretending to sanctity.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide