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    After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
    After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (ronald searle:1.4), as a (sculpture:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Sword and Sorcery genre.
steadicam shot shot.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (ronald searle:1.4), as a (sculpture:1.6).
A sweeping vista of rugged, windswept mountains stretches across the horizon, their craggy peaks shrouded in a misty veil that dances with an otherworldly energy. In the foreground, a figure clad in ornate leather armor stands tall, gazing intently up at the mountain's summit as if beseeching the gods for guidance or solace. The warrior's face is etched with lines of determination and weariness, their eyes burning with an unyielding resolve that seems almost supernatural.
To one side, a magnificent tree rises from the earth, its trunk twisted and gnarled with age, its branches stretching towards the heavens like a nature-wrought symbol of ancient wisdom. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the sound of distant rumbling water echoes through the landscape, where a glittering silver river cascades down the mountain's flank, its crystalline waters shimmering in the fading light.
In the distance, a castle materializes like a mirage, its stone walls glinting with an ethereal light as if the very essence of the land had been distilled into its majestic architecture. Vines and creepers spill from the battlements, their tendrils seeming to grasp for the heavens like living shadows. The overall impression is one of a world teetering on the edge of chaos, where ancient magic lingers in the air and the very fabric of reality seems about to tear apart at any moment.
As twilight descends upon this foreboding yet awe-inspiring scene, the skies ignite with colors that would be considered impossible by mortal eyes: vermilion, sapphire, and amethyst hues mingle and dance across the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the warrior's resolute form. The atmosphere is alive with tension, as if the very balance of fate hung precariously in the scales of this solitary figure, waiting to see which path they would choose next.
steadicam shot shot.
    After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (ronald wimberly:1.4), as a (statistical graph:1.6).
An evocative and detailed Military Science Fiction Science Fiction scene.
Dynamic and dramatic daylight.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (ronald wimberly:1.4), as a (statistical graph:1.6).
In a distant future, where stars are forged in the heart of galaxies, a lone space explorer emerges from the shadows of a forsaken planet. The once-majestic architecture of an ancient military outpost now lies in ruins, overgrown with the twisted, metallic tendrils of a long-abandoned sentinel. The atmospheric haze is painted with hues of crimson and gold, as if the very fabric of reality has been set aflame.
In the foreground, the skeletal remains of a long-defunct starfighter stretch towards the horizon, its angular fuselage scarred by the relentless passage of time. A crescent moon casts an eerie glow upon the landing pad, illuminating the cryptic symbols etched into the armor plating of a derelict spaceship.
To the left, a trio of ravaged turrets stand sentinel, their guns still trained on some long-lost target, their rusting hulks a testament to the unforgiving brutality of war. A lone drone, its once-sleek form now weathered and worn, hovers listlessly in the vicinity, its optics casting an otherworldly gaze upon the desolate landscape.
In the distance, the shattered hull of a generation ship drifts aimlessly, its ethereal energy signature flickering like a dying ember. As the sun dips beneath the horizon, the atmosphere is bathed in a soft, ethereal light, as if the very essence of hope and resilience clings tenaciously to this forsaken world.
The air is heavy with an unspoken narrative – one of loss, sacrifice, and the haunting silence that follows war's cruel whisper.
Dynamic and dramatic daylight.

      Stable Diffusion 3 (SD3)

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      Stable Diffusion 3.5 Large

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