#silence

Why me

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: A lone figure stands at the center of an immense void, surrounded by fragments of shattered memories floating like glass. Each fragment reflects a different moment — joy, loss, triumph, failure — swirling around in slow motion as if time itself is questioning them. Above, a celestial light breaks through the darkness, illuminating only the person’s face — their eyes filled with both guilt and wonder. The ground beneath them is cracked but glowing faintly, as if their pain is giving birth to something new. Behind them, faint silhouettes of people fade in and out — representing every path not taken, every life that could have been. The atmosphere feels timeless, almost sacred — like the entire universe has paused to ask a single question: “Why you?” Mist and faint cosmic dust drift through the air, shimmering in shades of blue, violet, and gold. There’s no clear answer, only emotion — regret, destiny, and strange beauty intertwined. The scene should feel both intimate and vast — the moment when the human soul stands face-to-face with the mystery of existence.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Vibrant Whispers of Quietude

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Colorful silence
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Required to Celebrate

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1016 X 1016 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Bonnard, Vuillard, Van Gogh: INSIDIOUS WOLF
  • Using base image: Yes

Harmony of Cosmic Threads and Creation

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • 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

Harmony of Stars and Cosmic Threads

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • 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

Silencing Unnecessary Distractions

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: eliminate a useless noice
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

A Monument to Frozen Moments of Pain

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1280 X 720 (0.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: Oh my god. This thing? This block? It’s not even a block. It’s a scream that got stuck. It’s metal, yeah, but not smooth. It’s like the surface remembers pain. Like someone punched time and it froze mid-impact. There’s a person in it—in it—not carved, not sculpted, caught. Face twisted, hands reaching, like they were trying to escape the moment itself. It’s gray, but not boring gray. It’s the kind of gray that feels like silence after something terrible. Cold. Not freezer cold—space cold. Like minus infinity. Edges are brutal. No softness. No mercy. Shadows cling to it like guilt that won’t let go. It’s heavy. Not just in weight—emotionally heavy. Like if you touched it, you’d feel everything they felt when they got trapped. And the eyes. Oh god, the eyes. They’re shut, but they burn. Like they’re still alive in there, dreaming in static. This isn’t a prison. It’s a monument. To fear. To pause. To being almost gone.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Whispers of Despair in an Abandoned House

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a dimly lit, abandoned house, shadows cling to the walls, and a heavy silence envelops the space. An overwhelming sense of loneliness and despair permeates the air, evoking deep unease.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Echoes of Silence Amidst the Storm

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: The silence is louder than the storm.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Between Shadows and Starlight: A Confrontation

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Two beings, barely etched into existence, as if spun from stardust and the very fabric of shadows, confronted each other in a silence taut with unseen energies. Their forms shimmered, mirages on the periphery of reality, and caught between them, starkly alone, stood he. His silhouette, a dark and resolute slash, defied the ethereal light emanating from a sphere that hung suspended in the air. This was no mere illumination; it was an invasive radiance, peeling back layers of skin, exposing the raw, intimate core, the secrets yearning for burial. He felt their gazes, a glacial wind and a searing brand, twinned in their intensity. No words were spoken, only a suffocating expectancy. His breath hitched, the air thickening around him like viscous honey, each inhale a labored conquest. "Do you know why you are here?" one whispered, a voice like the chime of distant, otherworldly bells, an echo resonating from a forgotten dimension. He offered no reply. His lips, a tight, bloodless line, betrayed the tremor in his hands, yet his gaze remained unbroken, fixed on these beings who embodied his destiny, his damnation, his… "You cannot run," the second one purred, a voice of silken menace, the threat woven into its very texture capable of icing the blood in his veins. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the darkness offered no sanctuary. They were there, branded onto the backs of his eyelids, omnipresent. In his thoughts, his heart, his very soul. "I am not afraid," he rasped, the words a fragile exhalation, a whisper swallowed by the vast emptiness. One of the beings drifted forward, its form flickering like a candle flame caught in a draft. "You lie," it stated, the words an inexorable touch, a violation that resonated deep within his bones. His fists clenched, feeling how…
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Moonless Night in a Silent Town

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1536 X 1536 (2.36 MP)

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  • Prompt: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Gothic

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Silence of the Darkness, gothic-style painting
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Waiting For A Call That Will Never Come

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: A woman sits alone in a dimly lit room, her silhouette softly illuminated by the faint glow of a single lamp. She perches on the edge of an old wooden chair, her posture tense yet resigned, her eyes fixed on an antique rotary telephone resting on a small, worn table before her. The phone, with its coiled cord and polished black surface, stands silent, a relic of hope frozen in time. Her hands, delicately clasped in her lap, betray a subtle tremble, as if clinging to the fading echo of a promise. The room around her is heavy with stillness, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled longing. Shadows dance faintly on the walls, mirroring the fleeting memories that haunt her. She waits, her heart tethered to the possibility of a call that will never come, each passing second stretching into an eternity of quiet despair.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Silence

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: sharcoal illustration, Silence of the Darkness
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Sanctuary of Stillness

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: residence of silence
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Echoes of the Void: A Silent Call

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1920 X 1920 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: L'appel du vide. The call of the void. I can hear you. Still.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Echoes of the Void: A Silent Call

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1920 X 1920 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: L'appel du vide. The call of the void. I can hear you. Still.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Echoes of the Void: A Silent Call

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2048 X 2048 (4.19 MP)

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  • Prompt: L'appel du vide. The call of the void. I can hear you. Still.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Wreck of the Sable Nomad

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1728 X 1296 (2.24 MP)

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  • Prompt: A vast, derelict starship drifts silently through interstellar emptiness—its design an elegant fusion of Sparth’s angular futurism and Craig Mullins’ painterly abstraction, now fractured and decaying. Once a symbol of celestial ambition, the vessel’s sweeping hull plates and spired pylons bear the patina of time, their metallic surfaces dulled, scorched, or split open to vacuum exposure. Along its curved flanks and recessed chambers, patches of biomechanical corrosion—tendril-like growths with fibrous, semi-translucent textures—creep outward like ivy overtaking a cathedral. Soft residual glows pulse faintly from deep within the structure: energy reservoirs now flickering aimlessly without purpose or command. The surrounding space is rich with layered particulate—swirling veils of cosmic dust, slow-moving meteor fragments, and suspended ionized particles catching faint starlight. A vivid nebula blooms behind the wreck: tendrils of violet, gold, and indigo gas twisting like auroral fire, highlighting the ship’s silhouette in contrast. Sharp rim lighting edges across fractured hull lines and open venting shafts, giving way to pools of ambient shadow. Across the frame, starfields stretch into infinite parallax—dense clusters in one quadrant, distant points scattered like ash in another. Composition centers on the ship’s bow, turned slightly downward, as if slumping in grief. No signs of life remain. No signal. Just the echo of engineering once divine. A solemn stillness pervades—where fantasy and science fiction merge in quiet ruin. By Sparth, Craig Mullins.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape