Prompt: old abandoned building in the desolate steppe in Kazakhstan, tumbleweeds, cloudy sky, flashes of lightning, premonition of a storm, sense of uneasiness and abandonment, texture, atmosphere, tonal depth, ethereal quality, perfect composition
Prompt: a teen girl, 13 years old, fair hair, wavy hair, standing on the bridge, girl wearing a vest, slightly rolled up denim jeans, modest wrist bracelets, sneakers, the girl holding a vintage photo camera taking a picture of the bay that unfolds outside the bridge, yachts and boats in the bay, noontime, bright sun rays, sense of serenity of the ambiance and curiosity of the photographer
Prompt: giant hand emerging from under the ground, hand's fingers morphing into trees, surrealistic nightmare, earthy tones with pops of black and dark blue
Prompt: In the heart of Eurasia, where the heavens kiss the earth,
Lies a boundless expanse of golden steppe, giving birth
To whispers of the wind and tales of ancient lore,
It's a land where nomads roam, forever to explore.
Majestic eagles soar high above the endless plain,
Their shadows dancing on the wilderness, free from restraint.
Silhouettes of horsemen race across the sunlit sea,
A symphony of hooves beating rhythmically.
Wildflowers bloom in splendor, painting the landscape anew,
Yellows, purples, reds, and blues, the color palette grew.
Snow-capped mountains stand as sentinels, guarding the land,
Protecting secrets held within their granite hand.
The steppe, a living canvas, shaped by the elements,
Enduring through time, its spirit never relents.
A place of beauty, strength, and resilience so grand,
This is the Kazakh Steppe, the heart of Central Asia's land.
Prompt: A grotesque-shaped shrouded figure comes out of a sepulchral vault. The vault is carved in the mountain slope covered with the moss and lichens. Close to the ground, an ominous smoke is drifting out of the ajar door of the vault. A sense of dark mystery and otherworldly danger.
Prompt: old abandoned industrial plant in the desolate steppe in Kazakhstan, tumbleweeds, cloudy sky, flashes of lightning, premonition of a storm, sense of uneasiness and abandonment, texture, atmosphere, tonal depth, ethereal quality, perfect composition
Prompt: A grotesque-shaped shrouded figure comes out of a sepulchral vault. Front view. The vault is carved in the mountain slope covered with the moss and lichens. Close to the ground, an ominous smoke is drifting out of the ajar door of the vault. A sense of dark mystery and otherworldly danger.
Prompt: In the heart of Eurasia, where the heavens kiss the earth,
Lies a boundless expanse of golden steppe, giving birth
To whispers of the wind and tales of ancient lore,
It's a land where nomads roam, forever to explore.
Majestic eagles soar high above the endless plain,
Their shadows dancing on the wilderness, free from restraint.
Silhouettes of horsemen race across the sunlit sea,
A symphony of hooves beating rhythmically.
Wildflowers bloom in splendor, painting the landscape anew,
Yellows, purples, reds, and blues, the color palette grew.
Snow-capped mountains stand as sentinels, guarding the land,
Protecting secrets held within their granite hand.
The steppe, a living canvas, shaped by the elements,
Enduring through time, its spirit never relents.
A place of beauty, strength, and resilience so grand,
This is the Kazakh Steppe, the heart of Central Asia's land.
Prompt: In the heart of Eurasia, where the heavens kiss the earth,
Lies a boundless expanse of golden steppe, giving birth
To whispers of the wind and tales of ancient lore,
It's a land where nomads roam, forever to explore.
Majestic eagles soar high above the endless plain,
Their shadows dancing on the wilderness, free from restraint.
Silhouettes of horsemen race across the sunlit sea,
A symphony of hooves beating rhythmically.
Wildflowers bloom in splendor, painting the landscape anew,
Yellows, purples, reds, and blues, the color palette grew.
Snow-capped mountains stand as sentinels, guarding the land,
Protecting secrets held within their granite hand.
The steppe, a living canvas, shaped by the elements,
Enduring through time, its spirit never relents.
A place of beauty, strength, and resilience so grand,
This is the Kazakh Steppe, the heart of Central Asia's land.
An Ode to the Kazakh Steppe (inspired by Fire Hot Indeed's work)
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
1016 X 1016
(1.03 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A majestic and highly detailed artwork that features an elderly, mythical figure reminiscent of Kazakh folklore. The character has a full head of wavy silver-grey hair and an equally flowing beard, eyes are closed in a serene expression. The skin is detailed with age, and the muscular build is visible beneath opulent, multicolored traditional robes adorned with intricate Kazakh national patterns. The figure is playing a large, stringed instrument Dombra. One hand plucks the strings while the other hand is positioned at the instrument's neck. The hands have detailed wrinkles and pronounced veins, signifying aged wisdom and strength, and the nails are long and well-maintained.
In the background is a Kazakhstan steppe, with the yurts and the low-sloped mountains.
The setting evokes a powerful scene as if the music played could be the reflection of the wisdom of past ages.
Prompt: Electric vortex over the raging sea discharges onto a rocky island with the small lonely tree standing on it. The vortex is twisting and turning in the air with a fierce and otherworldly grace. The atmosphere is one of epic drama and wonder, with a sense of the raw power and majesty of the natural world.
Prompt: There in the ancient Gothic doorway stood a human figure. It was that of a man clad in a skull-cap and long mediaeval tunic of dark colour. His long hair and flowing beard were of a terrible and intense black hue, and of incredible profusion. His forehead, high beyond the usual dimensions; his cheeks, deep-sunken and heavily lined with wrinkles; and his hands, long, claw-like, and gnarled, were of such a deathly, marble-like whiteness as I have never elsewhere seen in man. His figure, lean to the proportions of a skeleton, was strangely bent and almost lost within the voluminous folds of his peculiar garment. But strangest of all were his eyes; twin caves of abysmal blackness, profound in expression of understanding, yet inhuman in degree of wickedness.
Prompt: A grotesque-shaped shrouded figure coming out of a sepulchral vault. Front view. The vault is carved in the mountain slope covered with the moss and lichens. Close to the ground, an ominous smoke is drifting out of the ajar door of the vault. A sense of dark mystery and otherworldly danger.
Prompt: A grotesque-shaped shrouded figure comes out of a sepulchral vault. Front view. The vault is carved in the mountain slope covered with the moss and lichens. Close to the ground, an ominous smoke is drifting out of the ajar door of the vault. A sense of dark mystery and otherworldly danger.
The Tree (an illustration of H. P. Lovecraft's story)
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: On a verdant slope of Mount Maenalus, in Arcadia, there stands an olive grove about the ruins of a villa. Close by is a tomb, once beautiful with the sublimest sculptures, but now fallen into as great decay as the house. At one end of that tomb, its curious roots displacing the time-stained blocks of Pentelic marble, grows an unnaturally large olive tree of oddly repellent shape; so like to some grotesque man, or death-distorted body of a man, that the country folk fear to pass it at night when the moon shines faintly through the crooked boughs.
Prompt: On a verdant slope of Mount Maenalus, in Arcadia, there stands an olive grove about the ruins of a villa. Close by is a tomb, once beautiful with the sublimest sculptures, but now fallen into as great decay as the house. At one end of that tomb, its curious roots displacing the time-stained blocks of Pentelic marble, grows an unnaturally large olive tree of oddly repellent shape; so like to some grotesque man, or death-distorted body of a man, that the country folk fear to pass it at night when the moon shines faintly through the crooked boughs.
Prompt: a color illustration depicting an old man walking through a stark, snow-covered landscape. He is an elderly man dressed in a simple, threadbare coat and carrying a walking stick. In the background, there are distant, snow-capped mountains and a leaden, overcast sky. The landscape around him is depicted as an eerie and desolate place, with twisted, gnarled trees and a sense of foreboding. The overall mood of the illustration is one of isolation and existential dread, as though the viewer is witnessing a moment of profound uncertainty and fear.
Prompt: old abandoned industrial building in the desolate steppe in Kazakhstan, tumbleweeds, cloudy sky, flashes of lightning, premonition of a storm, sense of uneasiness and abandonment, texture, atmosphere, tonal depth, ethereal quality, perfect composition
Prompt: a teen girl, 13 years old, fair hair, wavy hair, standing on the bridge, girl wearing a t-shirt, slightly rolled up denim jeans, modest wrist bracelets, sneakers, the girl holding a vintage photo camera taking a picture of the bay that unfolds outside the bridge, yachts and boats in the bay, noontime, sun rays breaking through light clouds, sense of serenity of the ambiance and curiosity of its viewer
Prompt: old abandoned industrial plant in the desolate steppe in Kazakhstan, tumbleweeds, cloudy sky, flashes of lightning, premonition of a storm, sense of uneasiness and abandonment, texture, atmosphere, tonal depth, ethereal quality, perfect composition
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Deep Dream
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