#minorchords

Haunted Reflections in a Forgotten Home

• Model: ChatGPT (Ultra) Full

• Size: 2352 X 1323 (3.11 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: It’s yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right. Poor sight, like maybe it’s mine and you made it in time with the foresight to light a torch and torch this place. Co-ordinate my life with yours. Private wars and a core to relate in a world that you made full of minor chords. Find the oars, lie in the wake. Quiet your mind, they’re lying in wait. They’re firing everything all over everywhere, everyone in the asylum is safe.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Echoes of Asylum and Hidden Truths

• Model: ChatGPT

• Size: 3072 X 2048 (6.29 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: It’s yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right. Poor sight, like maybe it’s mine and you made it in time with the foresight to light a torch and torch this place. Co-ordinate my life with yours. Private wars and a core to relate in a world that you made full of minor chords. Find the oars, lie in the wake. Quiet your mind, they’re lying in wait. They’re firing everything all over everywhere, everyone in the asylum is safe.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Haunted Reflections of a Forgotten Home

• Model:

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: It's yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right. Poor site, like maybe it's mine and you made it in time with the foresight to light a torch, and torch this place. Co-ordinate my life with yours, private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you made full of minor chords. Find the oars, lie in the wake. Quiet your mind, they're lying in wait. They're firing everything all over everywhere, everyone in the asylum is safe.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

In the Wake of Minor Chords

• Model:

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: It's yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right. Poor site, like maybe it's mine and you made it in time with the foresight to light a torch, and torch this place. Co-ordinate my life with yours, private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you made full of minor chords. Find the oars, lie in the wake. Quiet your mind, they're lying in wait. They're firing everything all over everywhere, everyone in the asylum is safe.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square