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    The purpose of this site is to allow everyone to openly experiment with Flux Pro, so that we can assess it's strengths and weaknesses collectively rather than in isolation, and to learn about it's prompting styles from one another.

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    Channel the luck of the Irish into your creative endeavors! Create magical pieces inspired by emerald hues and Celtic charm. May your artistic journey be blessed with inspiration!

    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 รขย€ย“ one of loss, sacrifice, and the haunting silence that follows war's cruel whisper.
Dynamic and dramatic daylight.
    ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (frank miller:1.4), as a (extreme close up portrait:1.6).
An evocative and detailed random scene that best depicts the Post-Apocalyptic genre.
PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of artist (frank miller:1.4), as a (extreme close up portrait:1.6).
A desolate wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, with cracked earth and barren trees giving way to a smoldering haze that shrouds the horizon like a veil of despair. In the distance, the skeletal remains of a once-majestic skyscraper pierce the sky, its steel beams rusted and twisted like the fingers of some mechanical specter.
To one side, a lone figure emerges from the shadows - a young woman, dressed in tattered and worn leather armor, her eyes sunken with the weight of hardship and determination. Her face is weathered by the harsh winds and unforgiving sun, yet she moves with a quiet purpose, as if driven by some unyielding resolve.
Behind her, a pack of scavenged vehicles - cars, trucks, and motorcycles - are arranged like a graveyard of broken dreams, their rusted hulks worn down by the relentless forces of nature. The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke and decay, as if the very land itself were dying, its pulse slowing in cadence with the ebb and flow of human existence.
Amidst this bleak backdrop, a lone engine purrs softly, emitting a faint plume of steam that wrecks havoc on the desolate atmosphere. Before it stands, an imposing behemoth of twisted steel and concrete - a rusted hulk that has seen better days, its door creaking ominously as if warning all who would dare approach to turn back while they still can.
In this ravaged landscape, time itself seems lost, suspended in limbo like the souls of those who have long since abandoned hope. The sky above burns a sickly shade of greenish-yellow - a perpetual twilight that clings to the atmosphere like a dirty veil, and which casts an eerie glow over the entire scene, imbuing everything with a haunting sense of melancholy.

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