Prompt: In the centre of the picture, two beautiful caucasian women are talking together in a café on the beach, and we look at them from the side. Both are wearing nineteenth century inspired clothing with intricate lacy patterns, both with bare shoulders. The woman on the left has long fair hair and is speaking with an expressive face. She is looking at the woman on the right. The woman on the right has rainbow hair with braids and locks around her face. She's smiling softly but her eyes are watching a kite flying on the far left of the picture on a deserted beach near the sea. No one is holding this kite. There is no one on this part of the beach. On the far right of the picture, we see a memory of the woman on the right. She dreams of a young child who played with the same kind of kite on a joyful day in the past. The colour palette is cold where the lonely kite is. The colours on the right, where a kid is holding a kite, are warm and vivid and vibrant. by eryn. The overall atmosphere is melancholy hidden behind a smile. Memories that won't fade away.
Prompt: Waist-up or full-body portrait of a beautiful ethereal caucasian woman whose whole face is cracked with many long and visible golden scars in the style of japanese kintsugi. Her eyes are purple and her hair is alabaster white with pink streaks and long and with many soft braids. She wears nineteenth century soft lilac clothing with intricate lacings on the shoulders, sleeves and waist and legs. In her hair and on her ears are soft colored jewelries with metallic lights. Under a sky of cosmic flamboyance at night, the scene is overall melancholic and evokes tender recollection of moments gone to memory, but the woman still wears a soft smile in contemplation of her past selves. A quiet wind runs through the air, bringing autumnal colours from around.
Prompt: A beautiful ethereal caucasian woman is coming out of the head of a stone statue with european male features, and she flies into the sky like a butterfly out of a caterpillar. The enormous statue's head is cracked open at the top like an egg, from which the woman is coming out, and one stone arm is already fallen to the ground. The statue is of grayish tones while the woman is bringing colours to the picture. By eryn. She is born from the ashes.
Prompt: Masterpiece, masterful composition, awe-striking, chef d'oeuvre, mix of comic-like drawing and photorealistic grain.
Full-body view from afar. In a derelict thrift shop at the back of a dark alley in a dystopian city where future died along with freedom, a woman is trying on a liberty crown. Many other crowns in different sizes and shapes are hanging around on the wall. Vivid steaks of blue and red and white rusty colours in the room from a noisy monitor in a corner, dying lights coming from a dirty windows with a broken side and duct-tape. A graffiti portrait of the statue of liberty, hand-drawn from memory on the wall near a mirror where the sadly coquettish woman is looking at herself .
The woman is a beautiful alluring young European woman with long night-blue unkempt disheveled hair with carefully styled rainbow braids. She has grey blue piercing eyes, with some dark make-up around, a small pointy nose and a sad numb expression. The night has no end now. She wears a dark neo-steampunk attire with a sleeveless top, a dark blue short skirt, and mismatching knee-high boots. She has silver earrings with rainbow dusty pearls that try and shine in the half-night. by eryn. Her skin is pinkish white with some old whitish scars visible on her thighs and arms.
She's tired but trying to find some lights around. Old 20th century objects around the shop.
Cold night palette. Very intricate patterns. Striking graceful melancholic atmosphere all over.
Prompt: In the middle of a dark stormy black sea on a white-grey island of softness seen from afar, a woman is dancing all alone. She wears lacy minimal white-grey panties, a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark hair and rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. By eryn. She's partly draped in a small lacy shawl that swirls around her. She is dancing herself to oblivion. Purple tears are falling out of her eyes as she's swaying around. She's trying to forget about the violent hurricane around her. Her last energy go into that dance. That last dance. Intricate drawing patterns. Calm before the storm. Oppressing winds. Cosmic catastrophe on its way. Darkness to come.
Prompt: Candid but masterful knee-up portrait of a woman in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Pale grey-green-blue watchful eyes, looking slightly off-camera, faintly amused. A small, inward, closed-lipped half-smile, cheek just starting to lift, privately entertained, not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; minimal smudged slept-in liner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Wearing a thrifted man's waistcoat over a pale short-sleeved knit, twilight muted palette. Soft window golden light, shallow depth of field, film grain, intimate and unguarded, warm, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a dark-lit room with nineteenth-century old furniture, a frightened shivering woman is lying on a rough bed in her very damaged and drenched panties with very big holes and very intricate lacy patterns. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. By eryn. Another woman in a heavy burgundy cloak with a hoodie in the back is tending to the rainbow hair of the first woman, trying to remove the dye off of it with chemicals. Outside the room by a small opening in the heavy door on the side, a man's face is watching both women. A puddle of rainbow fluid is forming on the ground under the first woman's hair and is disappearing in a wall. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Dimmed sun in the grey sky by a stone window above the bed. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, break of dawn. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, laundry-day tenderness. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. Grand lavage.
Bright windy morning behind the old southern stone house: a walled drying-garden, sun and fast clouds, thistles and rosemary at the wall's foot, and two long washing-lines strung between an olive tree and an iron hook in the stone. Pegged to the lines, drying in the wind, are dreams: a dozen of them, hung like sheer laundry, each one a thin translucent panel of dream-stuff, a spire, a garden, a coastline, a staircase of clouds, luminous and rippling in the gusts. The freshly washed ones nearest the house are pale, their colours faint and waterlogged, still dripping thin rainbow drops into the grass; further down the line, the ones that have hung longest in the sun have their colours back, vivid and dry, snapping cheerfully in the wind. Under the lines, the drips have made a crooked little path of colour in the green grass.
The steampunk victorian gothic timelordy witch is at work along the line, and she is a woman in her end twenties early thirties, French: auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled by the wind, ends white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now); fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks; smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face; ice bright blue eyes, teal and blue liner, a discrete touch of sparkles; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect; necklaces, rings and fabric wristband. Sleeves rolled, the ornate dark hat with the tiny closed wooden door pushed back on her head, a single wooden peg held in her teeth, she wrestles one large unruly dream flat against the wind with both hands, her coat flapping. A wicker basket at her feet holds more dreams, damp and folded, waiting their turn. Her expression, around the peg, is the busy contentment of someone doing ordinary chores with extraordinary washing.
At the garden gate, seen from behind, a slim, thin woman with short cropped bright red hair carries out a second basket, helping, her face never visible, sun on her bare shoulders.
High summer light, wind you can see, the dreams and the drip-path carrying all the colour. Out-of-time and timeless. Domestic, funny, quietly lovely: even wonders need airing. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, tender irony. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. Combien vaut une nuit? - what's a night worth?
A closed fairground at blue hour, at the edge of the dream world - empty booths, furled awnings, everything asleep except one machine, lit. A tall Victorian automaton of brass, copper and glass, gothic and slightly time-lordy: 'LA MACHINE À AIMER' on its marquee in warm bulb-letters, several bulbs out. Its glass belly is full of thousands of tiny paper hearts, red and pink, pretty as candy. A polished brass slot in its front is shaped exactly to fit a dream-bottle; beside it, an engraved exchange plate, the rates half-worn, illegible where it matters. From its dispensing tray, a thin trail of paper hearts has spilled to the ground, and the hearts on the ground are fading: the freshest still red, the older ones pink, the oldest gone grey and papery as ash, curling at the edges. The machine hums, patient, warm-lit, wanting to be fed.
Before it stands a fleshy woman in her end twenties early thirties, French, in her gothic steampunk victorian timelady witch's travelling coat, the ornate dark hat with the tiny closed wooden door. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, ends white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin, light freckling; smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face. Ice blue eyes, teal and blue liner, discrete sparkles; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Necklaces, rings and fabric wristband. Skin, shoulders, arms and legs soflty lit.
In both hands, held close to her chest, a corked glass bottle glowing with the gathered colours of a whole dream, the only true colour in the frame beside the machine's paper hearts. She is reading the worn exchange plate with a small, unconvinced tilt of the head, one eyebrow slightly up; doing the arithmetic, and not liking the rate. Whether she feeds it the dream or keeps it is unknown.
Blue-hour palette, the machine's bulbs and the bottled dream carrying all the warmth. Out-of-time and timeless. Wry, tender, quietly defiant. Hidden melancholy, held bottle. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, tender irony. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. Combien vaut une nuit? What's a night worth?
A closed fairground at blue hour, at the edge of the dream world: empty booths, furled awnings, everything asleep except one machine, lit. A tall Victorian automaton of brass, copper and glass, gothic and slightly time-lordy, 'LA MACHINE À AIMER' on its marquee in warm bulb-letters, several bulbs out. Its glass belly is full of thousands of tiny paper hearts, red and pink, pretty as candy. A polished brass slot in its front is shaped exactly to fit a dream-bottle; beside it, an engraved exchange plate, the rates half-worn, illegible where it matters. From its dispensing tray, a thin trail of paper hearts has spilled to the ground, and the hearts on the ground are fading: the freshest still red, the older ones pink, the oldest gone grey and papery as ash, curling at the edges. The machine hums, patient, warm-lit, wanting to be fed.
Before it stands a fit and fleshy woman in her end twenties early thirties, French, in her short-sleeved gothic steampunk victorian timelady witch's travelling coat, the ornate dark hat with the tiny closed wooden door. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, ends white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin, light freckling; smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face. Ice blue eyes, teal and blue liner, discrete sparkles; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Necklaces, rings and fabric wristband. Skin, shoulders, arms and legs softly lit.
In both hands, held close to her chest, a corked glass bottle glowing with the gathered colours of a whole dream, the only true colour in the frame beside the machine's paper hearts. She reads the worn exchange plate carefully, taking her time. Her expression is wary and reserved, quietly measuring: not convinced, but not hostile either. Hers is the guarded face of someone listening to a very good salesman and keeping her own counsel; a slight tilt of the head, eyes doing the arithmetic while her face gives nothing away. Whether she feeds it the dream or keeps it is unknown.
Blue-hour palette, the machine's bulbs and the bottled dream carrying all the warmth. Out-of-time and timeless. Wry, tender, quietly defiant. Hidden melancholy, held bottle, guarded eyes. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition - a seascape first, and only then, for the patient eye, a presence. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. Pressentie - sensed before seen.
A dark storm-swell at night, waves and foam-threads in full turmoil, whitecaps streaming, spray curling - a pure seascape, no figure drawn anywhere. And yet: in the way the currents happen to fall, a suggestion. The crests and foam-lines of the central swell align - almost by accident - into what could be the features of a woman's face, the way faces appear in clouds: two darker hollows where the sea parts that might be eyes, a curve of breaking foam that might be a cheekbone, a soft line of spray that might be lips. Nothing is outlined; nothing is explicit; no skin, no drawn face - only wave-forms whose gathered light hints at her. Half the viewers would see only a magnificent storm. The other half would never unsee her. Where her hair would be, the foam simply streams longer, carrying the faintest white-and-rainbow shimmer off into the dark. Deep in the swell, at the place a heart would be, one warm glow low in the water - light the sea seems to be keeping, without explanation.
Near dark night tempest palette, all light from thread-edges, foam-crests, and the one kept glow. Out-of-time and timeless. The sea, considering her. Not yet, and already. Masterpiece, vast, quiet. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, turmoil made art. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. le cœur tenu - the heart, held.
Seen from afar, her face still readable through the storm. The face and body of a woman standing ever-so-delicately in the middle of a heavy tempest, raw, bare, unwavering, come together as swirls of air, like a maelstrom, on a deep dark sea background with tides higher than the skies, and the white of waves dissolves into the light of her ragged, holed, damaged, very light silk-like net-like clothes. Across her chest, the storm's own white threads have woven themselves into a fine sheltering lattice, like a bodice of light - the one calm pocket in the tempest; her heart held, not crushed; one of her hands has drifted down to rest over it.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, her hair stormed around herself like the last of her protection against the odds surrounding her. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Her ice blue eyes are open and watchful of the cyclone she is in, circled with a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Iridescent tears are floating around her cheeks in the air, washed away by the winds as soon as they come out of her eyes.
Her other hand is raised above her, dancing the waltz with nature's furious anger - whether to gentle it, or simply because she has never once stopped dancing, is unknown.
Near dark night tempest palette. Out-of-time and timeless dark sea collapse. Hidden melancholy, held heart. Masterpiece, heartbreaking, powerful, emotional. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, turmoil made art. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them.
Seen from afar. The face and body of a woman standing in the middle of a heavy storm, raw, bare, unwavering, come together as swirls of air, like a maelstrom, on a deep dark sea background with tides higher than the skies and the white of waves dissolves into the light of her ragged holed damaged very light silk-like net-like clothes.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, her hair stormed around herself like the last of her protection against the odds surrounding her. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Her ice blue eyes are open and watchful of the cyclone she is in, circled with a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Iridescent tears are floating around her cheeks in the air, washed away by the winds as soon as they come out of her eyes.
Her hands are above her self, like she's dancing the last waltz with the nature furious anger, whether in the hopes of calming it or because it's the last thing to do is unknown.
Near dark night tempest palette. Out-of-time and timeless dark sea collapse. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, heartbreaking, powerful, emotional. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, turmoil made art. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them.
The face and body of a woman come together as swirls of air, like a maelstrom, on a deep dark sea background with tides higher than the skies and the white of waves dissolves into the light of her ragged holed damaged very light silk-like net-like clothes.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, her hair stormed around herself like the last of her protection against the odds surrounding her. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Her ice blue eyes are open and watchful of the cyclone she is in, circled with a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Iridescent tears are floating around her cheeks in the air, washed away by the winds as soon as they come out of her eyes.
Her hands are above her self, like she's dancing the last waltz with the nature furious anger, whether in the hopes of calming it or because it's the last thing to do is unknown.
Near dark night tempest palette. Out-of-time and timeless dark sea collapse. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, heartbreaking, powerful, emotional. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition. Blue hour under reddish moonlight, coming through the massive window of an asleep bedroom in summer. Two women sleeping in bed, the one on the right of the bed is dreaming in a rainbow bubble, inside which the far spires and gardens of the University of Dreams can be glimpsed, hazy, as through warm glass. A third woman, who looks like the one dreaming, is standing next to her, slightly, very softly bending over her dreams, harvesting the colours of her dreams in a bottle, drop by drop. Where earlier drops have fallen, small corners of the room have quietly regained their colours: one flower on the windowsill, the spine of one book, nothing more. The rest of reality is still waiting, still in the blues. The mood is not creepy, rather very quiet and very delicate. Around the room are wooden boards filled with books, heraldrics from the 'University of Dreams' in the middle.
The woman sleeping on the right of the bed is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. She is wearing a black tank top and undies. Light shining on her skin. Very discreet remnants of a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Some rings, fabric wristband.
The standing woman looks like the one who is dreaming, except her hair is half-up and coming loose, and the make-up more visible. She is wearing victorian time-lordy gothic steampunk, a cowgirl-pirate-witch pointy hat with a tiny wooden door, closed on it. Around her is a dissonant aura and some lines are glitchy. She is holding a smallish metal and glass very bright and colourful artefact, very very very old. She has piercing bright ice blue watchful irises, strikingly visible in the dark of the room. She's looking at the women sleeping with all the love she has. Necklaces, rings and fabric wristband.
On the left of the bed, mostly shadow: short disheveled pixie-like red hair, the suggestion of a shoulder under the lacy very light sheets, nothing more lit.
Nighttime palette. Delicate bedding set. Out-of-time and timeless summer breeze. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, emotional. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition. Blue hour under reddish moonlight, coming through the massive window of an asleep bedroom in summer. Two women sleeping in bed, the one on the right of the bed is dreaming in a rainbow bubble, inside which the far spires and gardens of the University of Dreams can be glimpsed, hazy, as through warm glass. A third woman, who looks like the one dreaming, is standing next to her, slightly, very softly bending over her dreams, harvesting the colours of her dreams in a bottle, drop by drop. Where earlier drops have fallen, small corners of the room have quietly regained their colours: one flower on the windowsill, the spine of one book, nothing more. The rest of reality is still waiting, still in the blues. The mood is not creepy, rather very quiet and very delicate. Around the room are wooden boards filled with books, heraldrics from the 'University of Dreams' in the middle.
The woman sleeping on the right of the bed is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. She is wearing a black tank top and undies. Light shining on her skin. Very discreet remnants of a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Some rings, fabric wristband.
The standing woman looks like the one who is dreaming, except her hair is half-up and coming loose, and the make-up more visible. She is wearing victorian time-lordy gothic steampunk, a cowgirl-pirate-witch pointy hat with a tiny wooden door, closed on it. Around her is a dissonant aura and some lines are glitchy. She is holding a smallish metal and glass very bright and colourful artefact, very very very old. She has piercing bright ice blue watchful irises, strikingly visible in the dark of the room. She's looking at the women sleeping with all the love she has. Necklaces, rings and fabric wristband.
On the left of the bed, mostly shadow: short disheveled pixie-like red hair, the suggestion of a shoulder under the lacy very light sheets, nothing more lit.
Nighttime palette. Delicate bedding set. Out-of-time and timeless summer breeze. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, emotional. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition. Blue hour under reddish moonlight, coming through the massive window of an asleep bedroom in summer. Two women sleeping in bed, the one on the right of the bed is dreaming in a rainbow bubble, inside which the far spires and gardens of the University of Dreams can be glimpsed, hazy, as through warm glass. A third woman, who looks like the one dreaming, is standing next to her, slightly, very softly bending over her dreams, harvesting the colours of her dreams in a small other-worldly device, drop by drop. From the other end of the device, the colours are pouring into small corners of the room that have quietly regained their colours: one flower on the windowsill, the spine of one book, nothing more. The rest of reality is still waiting, still in the blues. The mood is not creepy, rather very quiet and very delicate. Around the room are wooden boards filled with books, heraldrics with the 'University of Dreams' written on it in the middle.
The woman sleeping on the right of the bed is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. She is wearing a black tank top and undies. Light shining on her skin. Very discreet remnants of a teal and blue mascara and liner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Some rings, fabric wristband.
The fleshy standing woman looks like the one who is dreaming, except her hair is half-up and coming loose, and the make-up more visible; with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks. She is wearing victorian time-lordy gothic steampunk, a cowgirl-pirate-witch pointy hat with a tiny wooden door, closed on it. Around her is a dissonant aura and some lines are glitchy. She is holding a smallish metal and glass very bright and colourful artefact, very very very old. She has open and piercing bright ice blue watchful irises, clearly visible in the dark of the room. She's looking at the women sleeping with all the love she has. Necklaces, rings and fabric wristband.
On the left of the bed, mostly covered in deep undisturbed shadows: a short disheveled pixie-like sleeping red hair, the suggestion of a shoulder under the lacy very light sheets, nothing more lit.
Nighttime palette. Delicate bedding set. Out-of-time and timeless summer breeze. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, emotional. By eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. On a slide from a lecture, projected on a massive screen bordered with wood and heraldrics from the Uni. of Dreams. The name of the presenter, 'eryn' is also on the slide in a corner. The edges of the slide are still here, but the inside of the slide and the background is dissolving into a dreamish land, from within which a woman is inviting the audience to cross through the portal where she's sitting and land with her in the Otherworld.
Around the woman the place is a dissonant reality where the comic drawing style is stronger, and some lines are glitchy. Behind the slide-portal, an amphiteater in wild nature, stones and vines covering the seats.
The woman has one hand held out towards the audience, throigh the portal, and the other is holding a smallish metal and glass very bright and colourful artefact, very very very old.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Piercing blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
In the lecture reality, she's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse, a tight but light elegant dark knee length skirt and lacy sandal-boots. In the dream world she's wearing other clothes, victorian time-lordy gothic steampunk, a cowgirl-pirate-witch pointy hat with a tiny wooden door, closed on it. Her clothes are split at the portal upon which she sits.
Legs, neck, arms, brightly lit. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern and old mixed palette. Out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. On a slide from a lecture, projected on a massive screen bordered with wood and heraldrics from the Uni. of Dreams. The name of the presenter, 'eryn' is also on the slide in a corner. The edges of the slide are still here, but the inside of the slide and the background is dissolving into a dreamish land, from within which a woman is inviting the audience to cross through the portal where she's sitting and land with her in the Otherworld.
Around the woman the place is a dissonant reality where the comic drawing style is stronger, and some lines are glitchy. Behind the slide-portal, an amphiteater in wild nature, stones and vines covering the seats.
The woman has one hand held out towards the audience, throigh the portal, and the other is holding a smallish metal and glass very bright and colourful artefact, very very very old.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Piercing blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
In the lecture reality, she's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse, a tight but light elegant dark knee length skirt and lacy sandal-boots. In the dream world she's wearing other clothes, victorian time-lordy gothic steampunk, a cowgirl-pirate-witch pointy hat with a tiny wooden door, closed on it. Her clothes are split at the portal upon which she sits.
Legs, neck, arms, brightly lit. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern and old mixed palette. Out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Moody, the symphonic storm within. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman giving a lecture in a grand hall of old, stone and leathers and tapestries uni great amphitheater. She's engaging with her speech, her audience, and the moment. Passionate and lyrical, vulnerable but knowledgeable, frail but powerful.
She's standing at a podium in front of older white men and a few women scholars, with notes laid out in front of her beneath the microphones. Many hand-written colorful annotations. She's focused, and her face is smiling but her brows are intentely focused. She's done it before, she just needs to do it again. Brilliantly as always.
A massive oaken door in the far background, open on the galery leading to the theater. A smaller wooden door behind the woman, closed. Windows up the high walls, otherwise ladden with tapestries and shelves stuffy with otherworldy glimmering weird artefacts from times unknown (except for her). Some artefacts are laying right beside her on the podium. She's probably talking about them.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
She's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse with a light very long scarf of the same colour, a tight but light elegant dark skirt and lacy sandal-boots. Legs, neck, arms, dimly lit, slightly shivering. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern but old palette. Academic life goes slow, but here it's energy channeled through the lecture. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Moody, the symphonic storm within. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman giving a lecture in a grand hall of old, stone and leathers and tapestries uni great amphitheater. She's engaging with her speech, her audience, and the moment. Passionate and lyrical, vulnerable but knowledgeable, frail but powerful.
She's standing at a podium in front of older white men and a few women scholars, with notes laid out in front of her beneath the microphones. Many hand-written colorful annotations. She's focused, and her face is smiling but her brows are intentely focused. She's done it before, she just needs to do it again. Brilliantly as always.
A massive oaken door in the far background, open on the galery leading to the theater. A smaller wooden door behind the woman, closed. Windows up the high walls, otherwise ladden with tapestries and shelves stuffy with otherworldy glimmering weird artefacts from times unknown (except for her). Some artefacts are laying right beside her on the podium. She's probably talking about them.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
She's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse with a light very long scarf of the same colour, a tight but light elegant dark skirt and lacy sandal-boots. Legs, neck, arms, dimly lit, slightly shivering. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern but old palette. Academic life goes slow, but here it's energy channeled through the lecture. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, peacefulness before or after the stage. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman out of sync, in a meditative or relaxed pose, going through lecture notes, either to check what she missed or to spot what she ought not to miss.
She's softly pacing the antechamber to a conference room in a uni stone building who's seen history made by men of times long gone. Her arms are floating around her, one with printed paper sheets heavily annotated by hand and the other waving at no one but herself. She's focused still, or focused already, and her face is smiling but her brows are focused. She's done it before, she just needs to do it again. Brilliantly.
A massive oaken door in the background, open to the amphitheater conference room, already filled with people waiting on her tp begin. A smaller wooden door, closed on the side. Windows up the high walls, otherwise ladden with tapestries and shelves stuffy with weird artefacts from worlds unknown (except for her)
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
She's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse with a light very long scarf of the same colour, a tight but light elegant dark skirt and lacy sandal-boots. Legs, neck, arms, dimly lit, slightly shivering. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern but old palette. Academic life goes slow. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, peacefulness before or after the stage. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman out of sync, in a meditative or relaxed pose, going through lecture notes, either to check what she missed or to spot what she ought not to miss.
She's softly pacing the antechamber to a conference room in a uni stone building who's seen history made by men of times long gone. Her arms are floating around her, one with printed paper sheets heavily annotated by hand and the other waving at no one but herself. She's focused still, or focused already, and her face is smiling but her brows are focused. She's done it before, she just needs to do it again. Brilliantly.
A massive oaken door in the background, open to the amphitheater conference room, already filled with people waiting on her tp begin. A smaller wooden door, closed on the side. Windows up the high walls, otherwise ladden with tapestries and shelves stuffy with otherworldy glimmering weird artefacts from times unknown (except for her)
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
She's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse with a light very long scarf of the same colour, a tight but light elegant dark skirt and lacy sandal-boots. Legs, neck, arms, dimly lit, slightly shivering. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern but old palette. Academic life goes slow. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, peacefulness before or after the stage. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman out of sync, in a meditative or relaxed pose, going through lecture notes, either to check what she missed or to spot what she ought not to miss.
She's softly pacing the antechamber to a conference room in a uni stone building who's seen history made by men of times long gone. Her arms are floating around her, one with printed paper sheets heavily annotated by hand and the other waving at no one but herself. She's focused still, or focused already, and her face is smiling but her brows are focused. She's done it before, she just needs to do it again. Brilliantly.
A massive oaken door in the background, open to the amphitheater conference room, already filled with people waiting on her tp begin. A smaller wooden door, closed on the side. Windows up the high walls, otherwise ladden with tapestries and shelves stuffy with otherworldy glimmering weird artefacts from times unknown (except for her)
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
She's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse with a light very long scarf of the same colour, a tight but light elegant dark skirt and lacy sandal-boots. Legs, neck, arms, dimly lit, slightly shivering. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern but old palette. Academic life goes slow. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, absolute peace. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman in a blissful haze, half napping on a wooden high supper table in a large and cozy living room gone silent, in a sturdy stone house where life happens and sleeps.
She's sitting before doing the last chores of the day, her head resting on her elbow, one arm fully extended in front of her with her cheek laying on it and the other with a pendant close to her eyes. She's tired but happy in her own way. Part of a wooden door closed in the background, a breeeze quietly moving the flame of an oil lamp thrifted at the market nearby, only source of light.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on the pendant, glistening from the lamp.
She's wearing a loose light lilac blouse, white shorts and lace sandals. Back, legs, neck, warmly lit, maybe a bit dusty from the outside. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; some mascara and liner to remove; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Hazy golden and night palette. Some furry long-hair sleeping friend nearby. Traces of life gone quiet. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless summer evening, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, absolute peace. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Close view of a woman in a blissful haze, half napping on a wooden table in a cozy living room gone silent, in a sturdy stone house where life happens and sleeps.
She's sitting before doing the last chores of the day, her head resting on her elbow, one arm extended in front of her with her cheek on it and the other with a pendant close to her eyes. She's tired but happy in her own way. Part of a door closed in the background, a breeeze quietly moving the flame of an oil lamp thrifted at the market nearby, only source of light.
The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on the pendant, glistening from the lamp.
She's wearing a loose light lilac blouse, white shorts and lace sandals. Back, legs, neck, warmly lit, maybe a bit dusty from the outside. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; some mascara and liner to remove; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Hazy golden and night palette. Some furry long-hair sleeping friend nearby. Traces of life gone quiet. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless summer evening, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, absolute peace. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Close view of a woman in a blissful haze, half napping on a wooden supper table in a cozy living room gone silent, in a sturdy stone house where life happens and sleeps.
She's sitting before doing the last chores of the day, her head resting on her elbow, one arm fully extended in front of her with her cheek laying on it and the other with a pendant close to her eyes. She's tired but happy in her own way. Part of a wooden door closed in the background, a breeeze quietly moving the flame of an oil lamp thrifted at the market nearby, only source of light.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on the pendant, glistening from the lamp.
She's wearing a loose light lilac blouse, white shorts and lace sandals. Back, legs, neck, warmly lit, maybe a bit dusty from the outside. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; some mascara and liner to remove; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Hazy golden and night palette. Some furry long-hair sleeping friend nearby. Traces of life gone quiet. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless summer evening, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, silent moment after. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Close-up intimate half-side back view of the face of a woman in a living room, quietly musing at shelves with otherworldly displays of artefacts from worlds and memories unknown.
She's standing, delicate, captured mid-thought, mouth half open and eyes looking away from the camera. Half-open half-closed door to a silent and shadow-y room at the back.
The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on nowhere in particular, else where, else when.
She's wearing a slit sleeveless half dress, pale lavender and teal balancing each other, soft curves. Small earrings, silver necklace, wristband and many rings. She looks home but professional. Bare arms slightly shivering. Back, legs, neck softly lit from a large window on the side. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; discreete eyeliner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Watery aerial palette. Neutral tile floor. Intimate and exposed at the same time, unguarded, cold hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, silent moment after. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Half-side back view from a distance of a woman in a living room, staring at shelves with otherworldly displays of artefacts from worlds and memories unknown.
She's standing, delicate, captured mid-thought, mouth half open and eyes looking away from the camera. Half-open half-closed door to a silent and shadow-y room at the back.
The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on nowhere in particular, else where, else when.
She's wearing a slit sleeveless half dress, pale lavender and teal balancing each other, soft curves. Small earrings, silver necklace, wristband and many rings. She looks home but professional. Bare arms slightly shivering. Back, legs, neck softly lit from a large window on the side. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; discreete eyeliner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Watery aerial palette. Neutral tile floor. Intimate and exposed at the same time, unguarded, cold hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, silent moment after. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. View from a distance of a woman in a living room, staring at shelves with otherworldly displays of artefacts from worlds and memories unknown.
She's standing, delicate, captured mid-thought, mouth half open and eyes looking away from the camera. Half-open half-closed door to a silent and shadow-y room at the back.
The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on nowhere in particular, else where, else when.
She's wearing a slit sleeveless half dress, pale lavender and teal balancing each other, soft curves. Small earrings, silver necklace, wristband and many rings. She looks home but professional. Bare arms slightly shivering. Back, legs, neck softly lit from a large window on the side. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; discreete eyeliner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Watery aerial palette. Neutral tile floor. Intimate and exposed at the same time, unguarded, cold hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, hazy days. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. View from a distance of a woman in a stone-y rural courtyard, working hard on a wood and metal sculpture of a blurred memory. She's standing, sweaty, captured mid-movement, woodhammer and chisel in hands, under a half shade protecting her from an unforgiving sun high in the sky. Breezy curtains near the house entrance nearby.
The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on her craft.
She's wearing tight cargo working pants, a simple tank top.
Her bare arms in the air working around. Back, legs, neck, oily from effort. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; minimal smudged slept-in liner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Hazy golden palette. Boxwood hedge in the background. Intimate and unguarded, cold frenzy of the timeless summer afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, hazy days. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. View from a distance of a woman in a stone-y rural courtyard, working hard on a wood and metal sculpture of a blurred memory. She's standing, sweaty, captured mid-movement, woodhammer and chisel in hands, under a half shade protecting her from an unforgiving sun high in the sky. Breezy curtains near the house entrance nearby.
The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, fixated on her craft.
She's wearing tight cargo working pants, a simple tank top.
Her bare arms in the air working around. Back, legs, neck, oily from effort. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; minimal smudged slept-in liner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect.
Hazy golden palette. Boxwood hedge in the background. Intimate and unguarded, cold frenzy of the timeless summer afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Emotional, moody, blue hour. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. View from a distance of a woman covered by sheets, is sitting fully awoken on a double-bed, sorting the drawers of her own mind, her bare arms in the air working around. Back, legs, thighs and shoulders sofly lit. The woman is in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, looking at the compartments in her soul. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; minimal smudged slept-in liner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Twilight palette with moonshine. Soft window light, intimate and unguarded, cold frenzy of the timeless night, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Candid but masterful knee-up portrait of a woman in her mid to end twenties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, lived-in face, not frail, not gaunt. Pale grey-green-blue watchful eyes, looking slightly off-camera, faintly amused. A small, inward, closed-lipped half-smile, cheek just starting to lift, privately entertained, not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes; minimal smudged slept-in liner; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Wearing a thrifted man's waistcoat over a pale short-sleeved knit, twilight muted palette. Soft window golden light, shallow depth of field, film grain, intimate and unguarded, warm, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, by eryn.
Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, end of night. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, end of night. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, break of dawn. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: mix of comics style drawing and photorealistic 3D art
from the outside of a broken concrete wall, view from far away, full side body view of a cute teen witch with silver and rainbow flowing hair and white skin and dark lipstick who is stuck, crossing the bridge between her comic-style victorian-steampunk mansion reality into the photorealistic 3D realm of current modern day night life in a very detailed and very neon-orange futuristic cyberpunk urban hell
the break in the wall is rainbowy colored
orange tones, hidden pumpkins
the slender teen has a pointy nose, bright blue-grey eyes, and she is barefeet, a sleeveless revealing dark lacy top inspired by victorian fashion and a dark skirt over ragged thighs and high-heeled sneakers, she wears dark make up over her pale white skin
by eryn
the air is swirling with a sense of liberation and knowledge unbound, pretty colours, quirky cuteness overload
Prompt: mix of comics style drawing and photorealistic 3D art
from the outside of a broken concrete wall, full body view of a cute teen witch with silver and rainbow flowing hair and white skin and dark lipstick who is breaking the 4th wall of her comic-style victorian mansion reality to enter the 3D realm of current modern day night life, into a futuristic cyber urban hell
the break in the wall is rainbowy colored
orange tones, hidden pumpkins
the slender teen has a pointy nose, bright blue-grey eyes, and she is barefeet, a sleeveless revealing dark lacy top inspired by victorian fashion and a dark skirt over ragged thighs and high-heeled sneakers, she wears dark make up over her pale white skin
by eryn
the air is swirling with a sense of liberation and knowledge unbound, pretty colours, quirky cuteness overload
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40w
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eryn
(eryn)
Member since 2024
Go for a stroll in the park...
Keep on dreamin'
Artist statement
My prompts are generally originals, and I try to reference any inspiration I consciously take from elsewhere. Please tell me if you feel I didn't.
Please do feel free to reuse my prompts (the 'Try' button is nice because then I get energy to do even more dreams!). It's always welcome to drop me a comment on the dreams you took inspiration from so that I can see your result. And out of courtesy, to reference me somewhere in the description (and tags?) of your dream. Everyone gains from this: you, me, any future passer-by. Thanks :)
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takes more iterations than the one before.
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