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Strings of Productivity and Hollow Success

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Puppet of Productivity A man in a perfectly minimalist workspace, surrounded by motivational posters and productivity timers ticking in sync. His hands move on their own, marionette strings tied to invisible clouds above. Each click, each swipe, perfectly optimized — and yet, his eyes are hollow. Behind him, a giant calendar reads: “Another day well-performed. Nothing felt.”
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Strings of Efficiency and Hollow Success

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Puppet of Productivity A man in a perfectly minimalist workspace, surrounded by motivational posters and productivity timers ticking in sync. His hands move on their own, marionette strings tied to invisible clouds above. Each click, each swipe, perfectly optimized — and yet, his eyes are hollow. Behind him, a giant calendar reads: “Another day well-performed. Nothing felt.”
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Masks of Identity: The Reflection Dilemma

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Masked Mirror A person stands in front of a mirror, changing masks instead of expressions. Each mask has a label — Authentic, Relatable, Disruptive, Vulnerable. They keep swapping, faster and faster, until their real face disappears. In the reflection, the mirror types a message: “You’re trending.” Below that, in faded grey: “But do you exist?”
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Endless Swipes in a Digital Sanctuary

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Infinite Scroll Cathedral A cathedral-sized phone screen glows in the darkness. A lone figure kneels before it, swiping endlessly. The stained-glass windows above them show influencers instead of saints. Each swipe triggers an echoing chorus: “More. More. More.” On the altar: a half-eaten brain, still warm. Caption carved in marble: “Inspiration was here.”
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Whispers of Abandoned Ideas in Foggy Dreams

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Graveyard of First Drafts A figure wanders through a foggy landscape, the ground littered with crumpled paper and glowing “autosave” icons. Ghosts of abandoned ideas rise from the earth, whispering: “We were enough.” He clutches a golden pen — but it’s sealed shut. On a nearby tombstone: “Killed by comparison. 2023.”
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Iubirea și compasiunea în tradiții religioase

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: ✅ Deci, ce înseamnă toate astea? Dumnezeu nu cere omor de animale ca o plăcere proprie. Jertfele au fost doar temporare, până la venirea lui Hristos. Adevărata ofrandă cerută este iubirea, ascultarea, compasiunea și dreptatea. Așa că ai dreptate! Nu este cerut de Dumnezeu să tăiem mielul de Paște. Este o tradiție culturală, canibala, simbolică, dar nu o poruncă divină.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Altar of Judgment: A Sacred Sacrifice

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: A solemn, dimly lit altar scene where a pure white lamb, trembling and bound, lies at the foot of a radiant yet sorrowful figure of Jesus. Blood drips onto ancient stone as horrified onlookers—dressed in ceremonial garb—hold sacrificial knives with uncertain hands. Jesus stands above, tears in his eyes, arms outstretched not in welcome but in judgment. His expression is fierce, divine fury glowing in his eyes as he forces the crowd to their knees, making them beg for mercy. The sky behind him churns with storm clouds and divine light, as angels turn away in sorrow. The scene pulses with guilt, misplaced devotion, and the raw cost of blind tradition. mystyle: Divine wrath, sacred sorrow, trembling innocence. Hyperreal chiaroscuro lamb sacrifice with accusatory Christ. Symbolic anguish in cinematic tension.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Scânteia din Cotidianul Liniștit

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: „Scânteia” Lina lucra într-o cafenea-librărie adormită, unde cea mai mare emoție era dacă cineva lăsase o carte de poezie la secțiunea de romane. Și îi plăcea așa. Fără notificări. Fără algoritmi care să-i ghicească starea. Fără reduceri surpriză bazate pe sentimente pe care nici măcar nu știa că le are. Într-o zi, a descoperit o aplicație numită Scânteia. Nu era strălucitoare. Fără reclame. Fără urmărire. Promitea „o bucurie mică, exact când ai nevoie de ea” — un clinchet blând și un citat bun, un compliment, sau o amintire din galeria ta de poze. Nu făcea mare lucru, și exact asta o făcea specială. Primul mesaj pe care l-a primit era: „Ai supraviețuit fiecărei zile proaste de până acum. Destul de bune șanse, nu crezi?” A râs. A apăsat pe inimioara mică. Și a simțit un pic de căldură în piept. Da, era dopamină. Dar venea din bunătate. Din faptul că și-a amintit să se observe pe sine. Pe măsură ce treceau săptămânile, Lina a început să caute acea scânteie. Făcea plimbări mai lungi doar ca să vadă o floare care creștea între crăpăturile din trotuar. Trimitea mesaje cu glume vechi prietenilor. Lăsa bilețele anonime în cărțile din bibliotecă cu mesaje ca: „Contezi. În caz că ai uitat.” A realizat că adevărul nu trebuie să fie tare ca să fie real. Uneori, cel mai mic adevăr — că ești destul, chiar și azi — e suficient ca să plângi în cămara cu lapte de ovăz, între două ture. Și dopamina? Da, era acolo. Dar nu o stăpânea. Îi amintea că bucuria nu trebuie câștigată. Trebuie doar observată.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Finding Joy in Small Moments of Life

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: As the weeks went on, Lina started chasing that spark. She took longer walks just to catch a flower blooming between cracks in the sidewalk. She texted old friends with inside jokes. She even left anonymous notes in library books that read, “You matter. Just in case you forgot.” She realized that truth didn’t need to be loud to be real. Sometimes the smallest truth—you are enough, even today—was enough to make her cry in the stockroom while restocking oat milk.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Discovering Joy with the Sparkle App

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: One day, she stumbled on an app called Sparkle. It wasn’t flashy. No tracking, no ads. It claimed to offer “a little joy, right when you need it”—just a soft chime and a feel-good quote, a compliment, or a memory from your own photo gallery. It didn’t do much, and that’s what people loved.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Finding Joy in Simple Moments with Sparkle

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: One day, she stumbled on an app called Sparkle. It wasn’t flashy. No tracking, no ads. It claimed to offer “a little joy, right when you need it”—just a soft chime and a feel-good quote, a compliment, or a memory from your own photo gallery. It didn’t do much, and that’s what people loved.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Divine Judgment at the Altar of Sacrifice

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: A solemn, dimly lit altar scene where a pure white lamb, trembling and bound, lies at the foot of a radiant yet sorrowful figure of Jesus. Blood drips onto ancient stone as horrified onlookers—dressed in ceremonial garb—hold sacrificial knives with uncertain hands. Jesus stands above, tears in his eyes, arms outstretched not in welcome but in judgment. His expression is fierce, divine fury glowing in his eyes as he forces the crowd to their knees, making them beg for mercy. The sky behind him churns with storm clouds and divine light, as angels turn away in sorrow. The scene pulses with guilt, misplaced devotion, and the raw cost of blind tradition. mystyle: Divine wrath, sacred sorrow, trembling innocence. Hyperreal chiaroscuro lamb sacrifice with accusatory Christ. Symbolic anguish in cinematic tension.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Divine Judgment at the Altar of Sacrifice

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: A solemn, dimly lit altar scene where a pure white lamb, trembling and bound, lies at the foot of a radiant yet sorrowful figure of Jesus. Blood drips onto ancient stone as horrified onlookers—dressed in ceremonial garb—hold sacrificial knives with uncertain hands. Jesus stands above, tears in his eyes, arms outstretched not in welcome but in judgment. His expression is fierce, divine fury glowing in his eyes as he forces the crowd to their knees, making them beg for mercy. The sky behind him churns with storm clouds and divine light, as angels turn away in sorrow. The scene pulses with guilt, misplaced devotion, and the raw cost of blind tradition. mystyle: Divine wrath, sacred sorrow, trembling innocence. Hyperreal chiaroscuro lamb sacrifice with accusatory Christ. Symbolic anguish in cinematic tension.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Sacred Sorrow: The Cost of Blind Tradition

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: A solemn, dimly lit altar scene where a pure white lamb, trembling and bound, lies at the foot of a radiant yet sorrowful figure of Jesus. Blood drips onto ancient stone as horrified onlookers—dressed in ceremonial garb—hold sacrificial knives with uncertain hands. Jesus stands above, tears in his eyes, arms outstretched not in welcome but in judgment. His expression is fierce, divine fury glowing in his eyes as he forces the crowd to their knees, making them beg for mercy. The sky behind him churns with storm clouds and divine light, as angels turn away in sorrow. The scene pulses with guilt, misplaced devotion, and the raw cost of blind tradition. mystyle: Divine wrath, sacred sorrow, trembling innocence. Hyperreal chiaroscuro lamb sacrifice with accusatory Christ. Symbolic anguish in cinematic tension.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Realistic 3D Urban Water Systems Design

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: make the hose and sew and water systems in a citty like bucuresti and make it 3D and look so realistik in air be serios about it and sign any pype with the APA Company
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Dreamy Bearlet on a Crescent Moon

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Prompt: A sleepy baby bear wrapped in a starry blanket, snuggled on a crescent moon, surrounded by glittery fireflies and night blossoms. mystyle: A nightdream hyperfluff starglow bearlet.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Thrones of Regret in a Wasteland of Light

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a desert of ash and falling halos, twelve broken thrones circle an open pit of light. At the center, a blindfolded child with a golden crown kneels on burning feathers, whispering forgotten prayers. Around them, towering angels with stitched-shut eyes and cracked marble skin loom in silence, each holding a mirror that reflects not faces, but regrets. Above, a bleeding sun pulses like a wounded heart, while a rain of teeth falls softly on the sand. mystyle: Apocalyptic reverence. Child martyr crowned in paradox. Silent angels as witnesses of guilt. Ritual regret in sacred decay.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Thrones of Regret in a Desert of Ash

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a desert of ash and falling halos, twelve broken thrones circle an open pit of light. At the center, a blindfolded child with a golden crown kneels on burning feathers, whispering forgotten prayers. Around them, towering angels with stitched-shut eyes and cracked marble skin loom in silence, each holding a mirror that reflects not faces, but regrets. Above, a bleeding sun pulses like a wounded heart, while a rain of teeth falls softly on the sand. mystyle: Apocalyptic reverence. Child martyr crowned in paradox. Silent angels as witnesses of guilt. Ritual regret in sacred decay.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Thrones of Regret in a Burning Desert

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a desert of ash and falling halos, twelve broken thrones circle an open pit of light. At the center, a blindfolded child with a golden crown kneels on burning feathers, whispering forgotten prayers. Around them, towering angels with stitched-shut eyes and cracked marble skin loom in silence, each holding a mirror that reflects not faces, but regrets. Above, a bleeding sun pulses like a wounded heart, while a rain of teeth falls softly on the sand. mystyle: Apocalyptic reverence. Child martyr crowned in paradox. Silent angels as witnesses of guilt. Ritual regret in sacred decay.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Whispers of Love in a Dying Dreamscape

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath a sky stitched with screaming stars, a spiral staircase of ribs leads to a cracked pulpit made of children’s toys and ash. A preacher with a television for a head loops the same phrase: “This is love.” Over and over. Behind him, crucified mannequins twitch in sync with every word. The congregation—made of animals wearing human masks—claps in time, unaware their hands are vanishing with each cheer. Far above, Jesus weeps quietly inside a birdcage, his tears turning to moths that flutter down, igniting everything they touch. mystyle: Symbolic nightmare. Technoprophet liturgy. Vanishing humanity through ritual praise. Divine grief as transformation. Sacred surrealism with fire and innocence.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape