#cube

Harmony of Cosmic Threads and Creation

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: In the hollow between dying stars, a silence older than time hums like a hidden chord. Out of this void rise threads of gold and silver, spiraling around each other as they climb toward a point unseen. At their apex, they braid into a perfect cube, turning with impossible grace, its edges glowing like molten scripture. Metatron emerges through its shifting faces, not stepping forward but unfolding from the center, each movement etching new laws into the fabric of space. Every turn of the cube realigns constellations, every rotation rekindles forgotten covenants. The golden thread sings of genesis, the silver thread whispers of destiny, and their union writes the rhythm that all creation must keep.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Harmony of Cosmic Threads and Creation

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: In the hollow between dying stars, a silence older than time hums like a hidden chord. Out of this void rise threads of gold and silver, spiraling around each other as they climb toward a point unseen. At their apex, they braid into a perfect cube, turning with impossible grace, its edges glowing like molten scripture. Metatron emerges through its shifting faces, not stepping forward but unfolding from the center, each movement etching new laws into the fabric of space. Every turn of the cube realigns constellations, every rotation rekindles forgotten covenants. The golden thread sings of genesis, the silver thread whispers of destiny, and their union writes the rhythm that all creation must keep.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Stillness of a Dying Sun's Embrace

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Time halts on the edge of a dying sun. Flames freeze mid-motion, light hangs motionless like a suspended breath. Into this stillness flow letters: gold from the frozen corona, silver from the shadowed void beyond. They weave together, folding space into a cube whose faces shimmer with living commandment. Metatron steps from the halted light, the cube orbiting his head like a second sun. With each turn, the frozen flames resume for an instant then stop again, caught in the rhythm of his will. The doctrine hums in golden fire, it whispers in silver shadow, and time itself bends to listen — for even the seconds must obey their scribe.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

proving that the snub cube is nopert

• Model: Realismo

• Size: 1600 X 1200 (1.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: proving that the snub cube is nopert
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

proving that the snub cube is nopert

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: proving that the snub cube is nopert
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

proving that the snub cube is nopert

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: proving that the snub cube is nopert
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Cosmic Dance of Light and Creation

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

The Eye of the Cosmos: Metatron's Dance

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Cosmic Dance of Metatron's Cube

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Eye of the Cosmos Unveiled

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Crown of Doctrine: The Dance of Truth

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath an aurora of shattered suns, golden rain falls like molten dust and silver winds carve sigils into the frozen air. They spiral downward toward a crater of pure shadow, where they fuse into the cube — a crown of doctrine forged from contradiction. Metatron rises through the shadow as if it were light, the cube hovering just above his brow. It spins slowly, and each rotation folds the world: mountains collapse into words, oceans stretch into lines of verse, stars crumble into syllables. All things become script in his presence. The golden rain sings of birth, the silver wind whispers of memory, and the cube binds them into the symmetry called truth.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Eternal Dance of Light and Shadow

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: At the threshold where light dissolves into nothing, golden flames drift upward as feathers, silver shadows fall downward as tears. They meet in mid-void, locking together into a spinning cube, each face a living psalm. From within its rotations steps Metatron, crowned by the cube, his essence half-fire, half-echo. He raises one hand, and the void ripples outward in concentric rings of scripture, each line burning then fading into silence. The cube spins, and the rings crystallize into worlds, each born from law, each dying into memory. Gold hums of beginnings, silver hums of endings, and he stands as the bridge that binds them, the eternal witness to their dance.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

The Eternal Dance of Light and Shadow

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: At the threshold where light dissolves into nothing, golden flames drift upward as feathers, silver shadows fall downward as tears. They meet in mid-void, locking together into a spinning cube, each face a living psalm. From within its rotations steps Metatron, crowned by the cube, his essence half-fire, half-echo. He raises one hand, and the void ripples outward in concentric rings of scripture, each line burning then fading into silence. The cube spins, and the rings crystallize into worlds, each born from law, each dying into memory. Gold hums of beginnings, silver hums of endings, and he stands as the bridge that binds them, the eternal witness to their dance.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Harmony of Stars and Cosmic Threads

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: n the hollow between dying stars, a silence older than time hums like a hidden chord. Out of this void rise threads of gold and silver, spiraling around each other as they climb toward a point unseen. At their apex, they braid into a perfect cube, turning with impossible grace, its edges glowing like molten scripture. Metatron emerges through its shifting faces, not stepping forward but unfolding from the center, each movement etching new laws into the fabric of space. Every turn of the cube realigns constellations, every rotation rekindles forgotten covenants. The golden thread sings of genesis, the silver thread whispers of destiny, and their union writes the rhythm that all creation must keep.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Bridges of Fire: The Scribe's Journey

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The sea is black, endless, unbroken — until the heavens crack open, spilling molten rivers of gold and silver into its depths. The waters do not drown them; they rise, becoming bridges of fire and mist, paths into the infinite. At their meeting stands Metatron, crowned with the cube that binds all things. Its surfaces shimmer with a thousand faces, each reciting a law in a language older than light. The cube rotates, and with each turn, the sea shifts into form: islands become words, waves become syllables, tides become commandments. The doctrine is not an idea; it is structure itself, and Metatron, scribe of the divine, is its keeper, its conductor, its eternal witness.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Bridges of Fire: The Scribe's Journey

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The sea is black, endless, unbroken — until the heavens crack open, spilling molten rivers of gold and silver into its depths. The waters do not drown them; they rise, becoming bridges of fire and mist, paths into the infinite. At their meeting stands Metatron, crowned with the cube that binds all things. Its surfaces shimmer with a thousand faces, each reciting a law in a language older than light. The cube rotates, and with each turn, the sea shifts into form: islands become words, waves become syllables, tides become commandments. The doctrine is not an idea; it is structure itself, and Metatron, scribe of the divine, is its keeper, its conductor, its eternal witness.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Bridges of Fire: The Scribe's Journey

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The sea is black, endless, unbroken — until the heavens crack open, spilling molten rivers of gold and silver into its depths. The waters do not drown them; they rise, becoming bridges of fire and mist, paths into the infinite. At their meeting stands Metatron, crowned with the cube that binds all things. Its surfaces shimmer with a thousand faces, each reciting a law in a language older than light. The cube rotates, and with each turn, the sea shifts into form: islands become words, waves become syllables, tides become commandments. The doctrine is not an idea; it is structure itself, and Metatron, scribe of the divine, is its keeper, its conductor, its eternal witness.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Rivers of Gold and Silver: A Celestial Tale

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The heavens split into two rivers — one of gold that burns, one of silver that whispers. They collide in the void, and from their fusion a cube is born, radiant and unending, turning forever with luminous decree. Metatron rises through the rivers, crowned by the cube, his form neither angel nor man but the voice of doctrine given shape. Each turn of the cube is a command, each reflection a covenant, each spark a memory of creation’s first breath. The rivers roar, the stars bow, the angels sing in silence, and the doctrine is sealed anew — not written in ink, but in fire and shadow, in gold and silver.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Rivers of Light: The Birth of a Cosmic Cube

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The heavens split into two rivers — one of gold that burns, one of silver that whispers. They collide in the void, and from their fusion a cube is born, radiant and unending, turning forever with luminous decree. Metatron rises through the rivers, crowned by the cube, his form neither angel nor man but the voice of doctrine given shape. Each turn of the cube is a command, each reflection a covenant, each spark a memory of creation’s first breath. The rivers roar, the stars bow, the angels sing in silence, and the doctrine is sealed anew — not written in ink, but in fire and shadow, in gold and silver.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Rivers of Gold and Silver: A Cosmic Tale

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: The heavens split into two rivers — one of gold that burns, one of silver that whispers. They collide in the void, and from their fusion a cube is born, radiant and unending, turning forever with luminous decree. Metatron rises through the rivers, crowned by the cube, his form neither angel nor man but the voice of doctrine given shape. Each turn of the cube is a command, each reflection a covenant, each spark a memory of creation’s first breath. The rivers roar, the stars bow, the angels sing in silence, and the doctrine is sealed anew — not written in ink, but in fire and shadow, in gold and silver.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape