#postapocalyptic

Echoes of the Fallen

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 976 X 1224 (1.19 MP)

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  • Prompt: "A haunting, surrealist, post-apocalyptic landscape in the combined style of Zdzisław Beksiński and Stephen Gammell. A colossal, crumbling gothic cathedral made of bone and rusted metal looms in the background under a thick, sickly orange sky. In the foreground, twisted, ephemeral figures dissolve into shadow and hair-like drips. The composition is highly detailed and textured with charcoal sketches, pencil shading, and thick impasto. Dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, deep blacks, high contrast, eerie atmosphere, misty, ominous, 8k resolution, masterful blending of organic decay and gothic structure."
  • Using base image: Yes

No One Came Back

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 3520 X 1980 (6.97 MP)

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  • Prompt: A richly textured post-apocalyptic interior of an abandoned school cafeteria, rendered in expressive oil and watercolor. The camera is low and cinematic, framing the scene with moody chiaroscuro lighting and environmental decay. Long metal cafeteria tables lie overturned or broken, their surfaces rusted, some legs bent or melted. Faded children’s drawings — stick figures, suns, and animals — cling to the cracked tiled walls, their colors running from water damage. Torn “Lunch Menu” posters hang limply from a bulletin board. Scattered across the grimy floor are haunting remnants: a single child’s shoe near an overturned tray, bright toy blocks half-buried in dust, an abandoned plush bear missing one eye. Plastic milk cartons and flattened juice boxes are decayed and mold-stained. Near the center of the room, a lone female scavenger kneels beside one of the fallen tables, examining a small, rusted lunchbox. Her layered clothing is stained from ash, rain, and time — a long coat, scarf, and utility gloves. Her expression is somber, lit from above by a shaft of cold light cutting through a broken skylight. Beside her stands a lean, muscular dog — part mutt, part shepherd — alert but still. Its ribs show faintly, fur matted by weather, eyes tracking something unseen. The animal’s presence adds tension and loyalty, its body language mirroring the woman’s caution. Deep in the far shadowed corners of the room — beneath the serving line counter and behind stacked cafeteria chairs — faint red rodent eyes glint, watching. Not numerous, but present. Their small, intelligent gaze hints at a deeper world beyond human perception.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Nothing Left to Take

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 3520 X 1980 (6.97 MP)

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  • Prompt: A dramatic, cinematic post-apocalyptic interior rendered as a mixed-media oil and watercolor painting. Inside an abandoned grocery store, shelves stand half-collapsed and stripped bare, their metal frames rusted and streaked with grime. Torn packaging, broken glass, and scattered cans litter the floor, softened by dust and time. A lone woman scavenger moves cautiously through the aisle, her posture alert and tense. She wears layered, worn clothing — a heavy coat, scarf, and gloves — stained by ash and rain. Her face is partially illuminated by a dim, directional light filtering through a cracked skylight or shattered storefront window. The light catches the texture of her clothing and the rough brushstrokes of the paint, while the rest of the space dissolves into shadow. The paint treatment is expressive and tactile: oil paint laid thick in places, with watercolor washes running and bleeding downward, as if the image itself is decaying. Edges blur, pigments drip subtly, and moisture-like streaks suggest time, ruin, and instability. Deep in the shadows between shelves and behind fallen displays, small red rodent eyes glint faintly — multiple points of light watching from the darkness. Their presence is subtle but unsettling, never fully revealed, heightening the sense of danger and quiet survival. The color palette is restrained and moody: cold grays, muted browns, smoky blues, and dirty whites, punctuated by the sharp, unnatural red of the glowing eyes. The atmosphere is heavy, silent, and tense — a moment suspended between survival and threat. Style: cinematic post-apocalyptic, oil paint mixed with watercolor, expressive brushwork Lighting: high-contrast chiaroscuro, directional light cutting through darkness Mood: tense, haunting, quietly dangerous, emotionally grounded Texture: visible brushstrokes, paint drips, softened edges, layered decay
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

The Artefakt III

• Model: AI Upscaler

• Size: 2304 X 1536 (3.54 MP)

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The Artefakt II

• Model: AI Upscaler

• Size: 2304 X 1536 (3.54 MP)

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Eerie Night at Abandoned Gas Station

• Model: ImagineArt

• Size: 3840 X 2160 (8.29 MP)

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  • Prompt: Dark, eerie atmosphere, abandoned gas station, 1950s setting, rusty vintage gas pumps, cracked concrete floor, overgrown weeds, flickering neon lights, ominous shadows, vintage cars in the background, eerie fog, retro signage, broken windows, moonlit sky, eerie red and green neon glow, vintage gas station memorabilia, haunted ambiance, mysterious figures in the shadows, distant howling wind, detailed textures, realistic decay, hauntingly unique scene.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

His Daughter and The Red Ribbon

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 3520 X 1980 (6.97 MP)

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  • Prompt: A cinematic oil painting rendered in rich, painterly realism with visible brushstrokes, strong atmosphere, and carefully balanced contrast between cold and warmth. The interior of an abandoned monastery opens into a vast stone hall, its cathedral ceiling rising high above. Footprints are clearly visible in the snow, leading away from the open hall and toward a hidden arched passage. In the foreground, a small group of people stands at the edge of this passage, still wrapped in the cold world behind them. Their coats are rimed with frost, breath visible in the air. One man stands slightly forward from the others, frozen in place. In his gloved hand, he holds a simple red velvet ribbon, folded loosely — its deep crimson color vivid against the gray stone and snow. The midground forms the threshold: the low, arched passageway. Snow thins here, and the footprints continue inward. Beyond the passage, the space opens into a warm shelter hidden - this is the focus scene: We see golden and amber light fills the room. Lanterns and small fires glow softly. Families gather close together: people sharing hot meals from bowls, children asleep against parents, quiet embraces exchanged. Blankets, tapestries, and repurposed wooden benches create an improvised refuge against the storm outside. Among them stands a young woman, wrapped in borrowed clothing. She looks up toward the passage, toward the man holding the red ribbon. Their eyes meet across the threshold as she smiles to him. The man extends the red velvet ribbon toward her — not as proof, not as command, but as confirmation. The contrast is unmistakable: cold, ruin, and silence behind; warmth, color, and human presence ahead. The mood is gothic but hopeful, restrained and human. Hope is not triumphant here — it is quiet, earned, and fragile. Style: cinematic oil painting, painterly realism, atmospheric depth Mood: revelation, refuge, survival, quiet reunion Avoid: melodrama, running figures, overt celebration, modern elements, horror tropes
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Monastery: The Shelter

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 3520 X 1980 (6.97 MP)

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  • Prompt: A cinematic oil painting rendered in rich, painterly realism with visible brushstrokes and subdued contrast. The interior of an abandoned mountain monastery opens into a vast cathedral-like hall with a soaring vaulted ceiling. Tall, narrow gothic windows rise high above, their stained glass depicting faded spiritual figures and symbolic scenes — saints, angels, fragments of devotion — many panes cracked or shattered. Frost creeps along the stone frames, and icicles hang from the broken tracery, catching faint light. A collapsed section of the wall allows snow to blow inside. Fine snowflakes drift through the air, settling on the stone floor and forming uneven patches of snow within the hall. Footprints are visible, leading inward — clear signs of recent movement in a place long abandoned. On the floor near the center of the space lies a broken stone statue of an angel, toppled and fractured. One wing is shattered, the face partially eroded by time and cold. Snow gathers in the folds of the fallen figure, blending sacred imagery with ruin. The scale of the space dwarfs the human presence. A small group of people, bundled in heavy coats, move cautiously through the hall. Their posture is tense and weary, shoulders hunched against the cold. Breath fogs in the air. They cluster instinctively toward areas less exposed to the open wall, searching for shelter and warmth rather than direction. Light is sparse and indirect — pale daylight filtering through high windows, softened by snow and frost. Shadows pool between pillars, and the far reaches of the hall dissolve into darkness. The atmosphere is quiet, solemn, and watchful. The storm outside is muted here, replaced by a heavy silence that feels charged with memory. The monastery is not empty — it is waiting. Mood: gothic restraint, sacred ruin, cold silence, spiritual decay Style: cinematic oil painting, painterly realism, atmospheric lighting Avoid: modern elements, overt horror, dramatic action poses, clean or restored architecture
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

The Cell: The Red Ribbon

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 3520 X 1980 (6.97 MP)

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  • Prompt: A cinematic, intimate oil painting rendered in painterly realism with visible brushstrokes, subdued gothic atmosphere, and restrained emotional intensity. A cold stone dungeon chamber lies beneath an abandoned monastery. The room is small and austere, built of rough-hewn stone darkened by age, damp, and cold. Frost creeps along the walls and settles in the corners of the floor. At the center of the room lies an old, filthy mattress, thin and misshapen, stained with dirt and long use. The fabric is torn in places, flattened where a body once rested, clearly used but abandoned. This mattress is the visual anchor of the scene. Resting directly on the mattress, unmistakable and deliberate, is a single red velvet ribbon. Its color is deep and saturated — rich crimson — standing in stark contrast to the gray stone and muted tones of the room. The ribbon is not tied, not folded, not hidden. It lies loose, slightly twisted, as if placed there intentionally. Nearby on the stone floor: a cracked bowl with frozen remnants of water a small portion of untouched food, hardened by cold A middle-aged man with dark brown hair and a short beard kneels beside the thin, filthy mattress laid directly on the frozen stone floor. His posture is heavy and inward, one knee on the ground, shoulders slightly hunched as if bearing the weight of realization. His bare, frost-bitten hand reaches toward a vivid red velvet ribbon lying on the mattress. The red fabric stands in stark contrast against the gray stone and pale frost, its color saturated and unmistakable. His fingers hover just above it, as if afraid to disturb the meaning it carries. The man’s face is partially visible in profile — jaw tense, eyes fixed on the ribbon with recognition rather than despair. This is not grief, but understanding. A faint shaft of pale light descends from a high, narrow opening above, cutting across the mattress and catching the velvet ribbon so it subtly glows against the decay around it. Dust motes drift in the still air. The surrounding space remains dim and oppressive: rough stone walls, frost creeping along the edges, thin ice forming in cracks. No blood. No violence. Only absence — and a message left behind. Mood: gothic restraint, fragile hope, recognition, restrained relief Theme: survival without witnesses, faith without proof Style: painterly realism, cinematic wide-ranged, muted palette with a single red focal point.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

The Red Thread: The Search

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 3520 X 1980 (6.97 MP)

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  • Prompt: A cinematic, painterly oil painting set in a violent winter storm at night, rendered in rich, atmospheric realism with visible brushstrokes and soft-edged detail. A narrow mountain road climbs into the Highlands, nearly erased by snow and wind. Three vehicles are stopped at the road’s end, half-buried in drifts: a van in front with its rear doors open, a sedan beside it, and a third car a short distance back. Their headlights carve fragile tunnels of light through the blizzard, immediately swallowed by swirling snow. In the foreground and midground, six figures stand exposed to the storm. They wear heavy coats and gloves, faces raw from cold, breath visible as vapor. One woman stands slightly forward, holding a tablet glowing faintly through static — the light reflected in her focused eyes. Two team members struggle behind her with field equipment: a battered drone case and a thermal scanner, shielding them from the wind. Their movements are tense, hurried, half-frozen. Nearby, two men stand apart in quiet opposition: one calm and resolute, adjusting his gloves as he looks past the group into the storm; the other rigid, arms folded, jaw tight — skeptical, unwilling, lit harshly by the glare of headlights. In the background, rising through the blizzard like a vision half-imagined, a ruined mountain monastery emerges from the cliffs. Its silhouette resembles a broken cathedral: jagged towers, hollow windows, stone walls crusted with ice. The upper structure fades into white, while a faint, uncertain light flickers from within, barely visible through the storm. Snow lashes sideways. Trees bend like frail arms. The world feels reduced to wind, light, and breath. No clear path remains — only the ruin ahead. The mood is tense, reverent, and defiant: a moment suspended between logic and faith, exhaustion and hope — the instant before they commit to the climb. Style & Mood: cinematic oil painting, painterly realism, atmospheric winter storm, subdued palette of icy blues, slate grays, muted reds, low visibility, dramatic scale, quiet intensity Avoid: clean skies, sharp outlines, modern lighting, action poses, heroic exaggeration
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Industrial Architecture in Graphic Style

• Model: AI Upscaler

• Size: 1024 X 1536 (1.57 MP)

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Explorers in a Forgotten Space Habitat(Repetition: 111w)

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1088 X 1088 (1.18 MP)

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  • Prompt: cosmonaut sitting in a chair on the lunar surface
  • Using base image: Yes

IT AIN'T PRETTY

• Model: Nano Banana Pro (Ultra)

• Size: 5482 X 3059 (16.77 MP)

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  • Prompt: The the Joker of broken Hearts is sitting at a table with Harlequin with her coloured blond hair she is broken, miserable, downhearted, emotionally and unstable sitting under a strange old oak tree and further in the background is a broken depilated smoke filled overgrown city , holding a broken melting softball bat in one hand and an empty cocktail glass with holes in it, mixed media collage, textured, layered, assemblage,elements of kintsugi on the edges of the glass is traced with a gold and oxidized copper patina, backdrop of an wordly landscape interspersed with delicate strange flowers and subtle bokeh effects, the entire composition exuding an aura of feelings of shock, grief, numbness and loss, with an intense focus on texture, dynamic pose capturing despair. unframed. vibrant colours inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, super detailed, oil on a cracked intricate old Master's canvas, highly textured features of a high resolution artwork a masterpiece of a high calibre.
  • Using base image: Yes

The Scroll Cylinder, Valon and Finally Back in My Own Body

• Model: ChatGPT (Pro) Full

• Size: 2352 X 1323 (3.11 MP)

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  • Prompt: Real-life photography look, documentary realism, no fantasy art style, no painting, no illustration. To the left stretches an autumnal landscape with ruins and ancient structures, from which blue crystal mist rises and winds its way towards the sky; to the right, a summer landscape from which blue crystals sprout. High, snow-covered mountains reminiscent of the Dolomites rise into the cloudy sky to the left, and near a ritual temple stands a slender, curvaceous Vietnamese woman in her early twenties. She has pink braided hair with blue streaks, delicate tattoos, piercings, and makeup. Underneath a printed, black and red motorcycle jacket with fur trim, she wears denim overalls. She give with her hands a learned elderly man with a beard, dressed in Venetian clothing, an oblong scroll cylinder with a wax seal, away from the large, richly ornamented marble portal with intricate patterns, artfully integrated with bioluminescent panels and pulsating hologram displays that convey information. The portal's opening shimmers with a bluish glow, a gateway to another world. A friendly, attractive young woman in elegant traditional dress presses the panel on the portal, Further back, to the left, thin branches from various trees lie scattered about. The ground is covered with colorful leaves and autumn grass. A man and a woman with a child are escorting a horse-drawn cart, pulled by two horses and loaded with sacks of wheat and crates of food away from the viewer. Both are dressed in Venetian style with fur coats.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Mystery of the Cloaked Survivor Portrait

• Model: AIVision (Ultra)

• Size: 1008 X 1792 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: A highly detailed double exposure portrait in the exotic style of Olivia De Berardinis, featuring a sharp black eye with a piercing gaze emerges from behind a tattered and worn dark veil, its edges frayed and dusty, with dust and grime covering the weathered face, accentuating the rugged features, defined by deep creases and scars etched into the skin, a testament of battles fought, the facial structure is strong, with high cheekbones and a resolute jawline. Gracing the forehead, an ancient metal ornament adorned with intricate engravings and a subtle sheen, reflects the unyielding strength and silence of an indomitable warrior, the overall atmosphere exuding a sense of resilience and unbroken spirit, with a focus on earthy tones and muted colors, set against a backdrop of desolate landscape. The scene is rendered with exquisite detail, lifelike textures, vivid color gradations, and atmospheric lighting, blending the exotic touch of Olivia De Berardinis, the shading of Thomas Kinkade, the symbolism of Greg Rutkowski, and the lines of Alphonse Mucha. A 3D backdrop of a ravaged and torn landscape complements the scene, set against a background of black and grey shading with white curving lines.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait_tall

Vivid Eye Overlooks Post-Apocalyptic Scene

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Heterodyne
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Heroine

• Model: Z-Image Turbo

• Size: 1664 X 2219 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: Japanese ink art drawing, a gorgeous female, short red hair, dressed in a croptop, skirt and woolen overknee socks, walks through a dystopian scene in a major futuristic city, ignoring all chaos behind her.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Justice Rides Through a Shattered World

• Model: Z-Image Turbo

• Size: 1664 X 2219 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: Generate an allegorical painting of Themis, Greek Goddess of Justice, seated astride a massive, sweat-slicked warhorse, her armor clad form gleaming like polished marble under a blood-red sunset that sets the sky ablaze. The horse rears up, muscles coiled like living steel, its mane whipping in the wind as Justice holds the scales of justice up with her left hand while her right, holding the horse's reign, steers around a falling flaming broadsword, it tip pointed at the ground. The light from the sword casting dramatic shadows across her powerful physique as its flames reveal a scene of post-apocalyptic destruction. Her long lustrous, windswept hair streams behind her like a banner of defiance as the horse charges through the ruins of the United States capital, Washington DC—shattered statues and rusting hulks of vehicles crumbling beneath her steed's powerful hooves. The scene is pure Frank Frazetta: exaggerated, mythic proportions, raw energy radiating from every brushstroke, with a hint of Boris Vallejo realism in the composition so dynamic it feels like the painting itself might burst into motion. Flames lick at the edges of the canvas, and the distant silhouettes of cowed onlookers peek from alleyways, their faces a mix of awe and terror at the raging goddess of Justice who rides unbroken through their shattered world. navigating cloud cities
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Justice Ascendant in a Ruined World

• Model: Z-Image Turbo

• Size: 1664 X 2219 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: Generate an allegorical painting of Themis, Greek Goddess of Justice, seated astride a massive, sweat-slicked warhorse, her insufficiently attired form gleaming like polished marble under a blood-red sunset that sets a futuristic city skyline ablaze. The horse rears up, muscles coiled like living steel, its mane whipping in the wind as Justice holds the scales of justice up with her left hand while her right, holding the horse's reign, steers around a falling flaming broadsword, it tip pointed at the ground. The light from the sword casting dramatic shadows across her powerful physique as its flames reveal a scene of post-apocalyptic destruction. Her long lustrous, windswept hair streams behind her like a banner of defiance as the horse charges through the ruins of a capital city—shattered statues and rusting hulks of vehicles crumbling beneath her steed's powerful hooves. The scene is pure Frank Frazetta: exaggerated, mythic proportions, raw energy radiating from every brushstroke, with a hint of Boris Vallejo realism in the composition so dynamic it feels like the painting itself might burst into motion. Flames lick at the edges of the canvas, and the distant silhouettes of cowed onlookers peek from alleyways, their faces a mix of awe and terror at the raging goddess of Justice who rides unbroken through their shattered world. navigating cloud cities
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Warrior in Ruins: A Blade's Reflection

• Model: Realismo

• Size: 2224 X 1664 (3.70 MP)

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  • Prompt: A lone female warrior in tattered post-apocalyptic gear, meticulously sharpening her blade by the dim light of a flickering campfire in a ruined cityscape. Dust motes dance in the scarce illumination.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape