ABWander
    0 Followers

    A vast, desolate landscape stretches endlessly, devoid of color and life. The ground is cracked, barren, and covered in gray dust, with skeletal remains of trees standing lifeless in the distance. A thick, eerie fog lingers in the air, creating a sense of emptiness and sorrow. In the center of this lifeless expanse walks a glowing, mystical celestial angel, radiating divine light. His presence is the only source of color in this bleak world. Dressed in flowing white and gold robes, his majestic wings shimmer with iridescent hues. With each step, vibrant grass and delicate flowers bloom beneath his feet, trailing behind him as a path of renewal. The plants sway gently, basking in his divine energy, their colors rich and full of life. The contrast between the dead land and the vibrant path he leaves behind is striking, symbolizing hope and rebirth. The atmosphere is ethereal, with soft golden light emanating from the angel, piercing through the surrounding gray mist. His expression is serene yet powerful, embodying purity and transcendence. This scene captures a breathtaking moment of divine intervention in a world consumed by emptiness. aidmaMJ6. 1

    Copy
    0
    18
    Safe
    Private

    Comments

    More prompts from ABWander

    Hel, the Norse Goddess of Death, is a haunting figure, embodying both life and decay. Her long hair cascades down her back, split perfectly—one side as dark as a moonless night, the other as pale as lifeless bone. This stark contrast mirrors her dual existence, ruling over the dead yet tethered to the living. Her regal attire is woven from deep violet and black fabrics, adorned with skeletal motifs and cold iron embellishments. A heavy, fur-lined cloak drapes over her shoulders, exuding both nobility and dread. The corset-like bodice clings to her frame, reinforced with sharp, ivory-colored ribs, while a skull-shaped belt buckle marks her dominion. Her face is a tale of two realms—one smooth side, dark eyes lined in kohl, and her lips black as night. The other side of her face is grotesque, rotting away to expose cracked bone and blackened veins, a chilling reminder of death’s inevitability. A jagged crown, twisted and worn, sits upon her brow, a mark of her eternal reign. One hand is a skeleton hand, while her normal hand reaches forward, fingers curled as if summoning the souls of the fallen. Beneath her, skeletal hands claw their way from the abyss, drawn to her presence. Her aura is cold, merciless, and inescapable—Hel, the Queen of the Dead, forever straddling the boundary between the living and the lost. The atmosphere is dark, moody, and eerie. Half dead.
    A close-up of a mystical tree branch with rough, textured gray bark. The branch is adorned with elegant, slightly curled leaves in deep purple and black, creating a dark and mysterious contrast. Sitting on the branch is a mystical, divine, glowing, magical hawk radiating a warm golden-yellow light. The hawk’s feathers shimmer with an ethereal glow, casting a soft illumination onto the branch and surrounding leaves. The Hawk's wings leave behind a trail of golden glowing dust and smoke. The background is blurred and dark, with hints of faint mystical mist or magical particles floating in the air. The atmosphere is enchanting, warm, calming, mysterious, and full of fantasy elements.
    A vast, desolate landscape stretches endlessly, devoid of color and life. The ground is cracked, barren, and covered in gray dust, with skeletal remains of trees standing lifeless in the distance. A thick, eerie fog lingers in the air, creating a sense of emptiness and sorrow. In the center of this lifeless expanse walks a glowing, mystical celestial angel, radiating divine light. His presence is the only source of color in this bleak world. Dressed in flowing white and gold robes, his majestic wings shimmer with iridescent hues. With each step, vibrant grass and delicate flowers bloom beneath his feet, trailing behind him as a path of renewal. The plants sway gently, basking in his divine energy, their colors rich and full of life. The contrast between the dead land and the vibrant path he leaves behind is striking, symbolizing hope and rebirth. The atmosphere is ethereal, with soft golden light emanating from the angel, piercing through the surrounding gray mist. His expression is serene yet powerful, embodying purity and transcendence. This scene captures a breathtaking moment of divine intervention in a world consumed by emptiness. aidmaMJ6.1
    A weaselly, lanky, mischievous old man with strawberry-blond hair, slicked back in a braided man bun, and a long "Pike-devant" or "pickedevant" beard. His piercing green, snake-like eyes gleam with intelligence and mischief, and his devilish grin is partially concealed by stitches sealing his lips. Pale blue-skinned, he exudes both charm and unpredictability. Two sharp devil-like horns protrude from his head, adding to his sinister yet regal aura. He wears an elaborate dark green leather tunic with an open-chested V-neck, adorned with intricate gold embroidery of Norse serpent motifs. A long, flowing cloak lined with thick white fur drapes over his shoulders, emphasizing his noble and commanding presence. His gauntlets and boots feature matching gold trim, completing his sophisticated yet ominous look. Dramatic black eyeliner extends into a sharp line under his eyes. At his feet lies a slain otter, its body draped in shimmering gold coins, reinforcing his cunning and ruthless nature. The atmosphere is dark and mysterious, with a touch of Norse mythology and trickster energy.
    A high-quality digital artwork in the style of pinkdarkcanvas, aidmaMJ6.1, bo-exposure, double exposure, pinkfluxproultrafantasia, An open magical book is turning its pages to life. A lush tree with textured bark and vibrant green leaves, along with scattered rocks, emerges from the current page, as if growing out of the book. Soft grass and rich foliage sprout from the book’s pages, covering the base of the tree and spreading outward in a natural, flowing pattern. Water spills out between the other, closed pages, creating a small, flowing stream. A delicate flower is nestled between two closed pages, partially sticking out. Ethereal, swirling mystical energy surrounds the book, glowing softly in shades of blue, purple, and gold. Above the book, a majestic bird with radiant, colorful feathers soars gracefully, its wings outstretched as if drawn to the magic. The scene is illuminated with vibrant, colorful lighting. The background is deep black, filled with glowing stars of various sizes, twinkling with a soft, magical glow. Behind the book, swirling green and multicolored smoke rises, adding a dreamlike and enchanting atmosphere. The image is detailed, fantastical, and full of rich colors and contrast.
    Sword in the stone. Bird perched on top. Sword covered in greenery, like vines and flowers.
    Close-up, sorrowful expression, bloody red tears, tears in color, white skin, hollow eyes, melancholic, grayscale, black and white, high contrast, emotional, haunting, dramatic lighting, shadowed face, grief, despair, loneliness, unsettling, void background, tragic beauty, gothic aesthetic, in the style of ckpf,
    A surreal side-profile of a human head with the top of their skull open, revealing a cascade of thoughts escaping into the air. These thoughts take the form of vibrant, swirling, hallucinatory smoke, twisting and expanding upwards into a mesmerizing, colorful cloud. The smoke is an explosion of neon blues, purples, pinks, oranges, and greens, blending seamlessly like a psychedelic dream. Abstract shapes, eyes, and fleeting visions appear within the smoke, symbolizing imagination and consciousness. The background is dark, making the luminous colors stand out, creating a hypnotic, otherworldly glow. The face itself is calm and serene, lost in deep thought. The image exudes creativity, mystery, and the boundless nature of the mind.
    A mystical, divine hawk soars overhead, its feathers glowing with a radiant golden-yellow light. The majestic bird emanates an aura of power and grace, leaving behind a shimmering trail of golden dust and ethereal smoke that swirls in the air. Its wings spread wide, radiating divine energy, as the warm glow contrasts beautifully against the darker, mystical sky. The atmosphere feels enchanted, celestial, and filled with an ancient, otherworldly presence.
    A surreal side-profile of a human head with the top of their skull open, revealing a cascade of thoughts escaping into the air. These thoughts take the form of vibrant, swirling, hallucinatory smoke, twisting and expanding upwards into a mesmerizing, colorful cloud. The smoke is an explosion of neon blues, purples, pinks, oranges, and greens, blending seamlessly like a psychedelic dream. Abstract shapes, eyes, and fleeting visions appear within the smoke, symbolizing imagination and consciousness. The background is dark, making the luminous colors stand out, creating a hypnotic, otherworldly glow. The face itself is calm and serene, lost in deep thought. The image exudes creativity, mystery, and the boundless nature of the mind.
    Masked Nomad, Skull mask with black engravings, dark leather hood, dark leather armor, dark leather pants, dark purple scarf, dark purple waist robe, intricate skull belt, fallen angel, large fiery demonic wings, glowing fire wings, wings leave behind a trail of fire, sandstorm backdrop <lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V1.0.safetensors:0.45>, <lora:black_fantasy.safetensors:0.25>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:aidmaBaldursGate3-FLUX-v0.1.safetensors:0.5>,
    A gray, desolate alley stretches into the distance, its cobbled path cracked and worn. The buildings on either side are old, lifeless, and devoid of color, their walls covered in grime and shadows. The entire scene is shrouded in a dull, lifeless haze, as if all vibrancy has been drained from the world. In the middle of the alley, a lone celestial angel walks forward, his presence defying the bleakness around him. His body glows with a radiant, mystical light, emanating hues of gold, blue, and white. His divine aura breathes life into the world; where his feet touch the cobblestones, color returns—small patches of green grass and delicate flowers sprouting behind him, marking his path. His flowing robes shimmer with ethereal brilliance, and his feathered wings, glowing with celestial energy, softly pulse as he moves. The stark contrast between his vibrant existence and the dead, colorless alley makes him appear otherworldly, a beacon of hope in a forsaken land. The lighting is dramatic, with his glow casting long shadows against the grim surroundings, emphasizing the divide between life and decay. aidmaMJ6.1
    Hel, the Norse Goddess of Death, is a haunting figure, embodying both life and decay. Her long hair cascades down her back, split perfectly—one side as dark as a moonless night, the other as pale as lifeless bone. This stark contrast mirrors her dual existence, ruling over the dead yet tethered to the living. Her regal attire is woven from deep violet and black fabrics, adorned with skeletal motifs and cold iron embellishments. A heavy, fur-lined cloak drapes over her shoulders, exuding both nobility and dread. The corset-like bodice clings to her frame, reinforced with sharp, ivory-colored ribs, while a skull-shaped belt buckle marks her dominion. Her face is a tale of two realms—one smooth side, dark eyes lined in kohl, and her lips black as night. The other side of her face is grotesque, rotting away to expose cracked bone and blackened veins, a chilling reminder of death’s inevitability. A jagged crown, twisted and worn, sits upon her brow, a mark of her eternal reign. One hand is a skeleton hand, while her normal hand reaches forward, fingers curled as if summoning the souls of the fallen. Beneath her, skeletal hands claw their way from the abyss, drawn to her presence. Her aura is cold, merciless, and inescapable—Hel, the Queen of the Dead, forever straddling the boundary between the living and the lost. The atmosphere is dark, moody, and eerie. Half dead.
    A high-quality digital artwork in the style of pinkdarkcanvas, aidmaMJ6.1, bo-exposure, double exposure, pinkfluxproultrafantasia, An open magical book is turning its pages to life. A lush tree with textured bark and vibrant green leaves, along with scattered rocks, emerges from the current page, as if growing out of the book. Soft grass and rich foliage sprout from the book’s pages, covering the base of the tree and spreading outward in a natural, flowing pattern. Water spills out between the other, closed pages, creating a small, flowing stream. A delicate flower is nestled between two closed pages, partially sticking out. Ethereal, swirling mystical energy surrounds the book, glowing softly in shades of blue, purple, and gold. Above the book, a majestic bird with radiant, colorful feathers soars gracefully, its wings outstretched as if drawn to the magic. The scene is illuminated with vibrant, colorful lighting. The background is deep black, filled with glowing stars of various sizes, twinkling with a soft, magical glow. Behind the book, swirling green and multicolored smoke rises, adding a dreamlike and enchanting atmosphere. The image is detailed, fantastical, and full of rich colors and contrast.
    Masked Nomad, Skull mask with black engravings, dark leather hood, dark leather armor, dark leather pants, dark purple scarf, dark purple waist robe, intricate skull belt, fallen angel, large fiery demonic wings, glowing fire wings, wings leave behind a trail of fire, sandstorm backdrop <lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V1.0.safetensors:0.45>, <lora:black_fantasy.safetensors:0.25>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:aidmaBaldursGate3-FLUX-v0.1.safetensors:0.5>, devil armor, spear, glowing, red, long,
    A hooded figure stands atop a jagged rock, their flowing dark blue cloak billowing in the wind. Their glowing white eyes pierce through the darkness, hidden beneath the deep shadows of their hood, focused on an unseen power. The sky churns like a cosmic storm, swirling from a deep, dark purple at the bottom to glowing gold at the top. The hooded figure extends both hands forward, their cloak rippling as energy and wind crackles around them. The rocky formations are detailed, textured, and rugged, creating a stark contrast with the smooth, almost liquid-like fabric of the cloak. The overall mood is surreal, melancholic, and otherworldly, with deep shadows and cool, muted color tones emphasizing mystery and cosmic power. The figures face is covered in shadow.
    A frail, dying child lies on the forest floor, their breath weak, their body cold. Kneeling beside them, Vandir, the old hermit, gently extends a weathered hand, his lantern glowing with a soft golden light. His eyes, deep with wisdom and sorrow, shine faintly as he channels his energy into the child. Hovering above, Solfir—the living flame—flares brightly, its fiery tendrils reaching out like delicate fingers, wrapping the child in warmth. Sparks drift through the air like tiny stars, illuminating the ancient trees around them. The forest, once dark and lifeless, begins to glow with newfound vitality. The moment is sacred, a miracle of flame and spirit bringing warmth back into fragile life.
    Masked Nomad, Skull mask with black engravings, dark leather hood, dark leather armor, dark leather pants, dark purple scarf, dark purple waist robe, intricate skull belt, fallen angel, large fiery demonic wings, glowing fire wings, wings leave behind a trail of fire, sandstorm backdrop <lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V1.0.safetensors:0.45>, <lora:black_fantasy.safetensors:0.25>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:aidmaBaldursGate3-FLUX-v0.1.safetensors:0.5>, devil armor, spear, glowing, red, long,
    A vast, desolate landscape stretches endlessly, devoid of color and life. The ground is cracked, barren, and covered in gray dust, with skeletal remains of trees standing lifeless in the distance. A thick, eerie fog lingers in the air, creating a sense of emptiness and sorrow. In the center of this lifeless expanse walks a glowing, mystical celestial angel, radiating divine light. His presence is the only source of color in this bleak world. Dressed in flowing white and gold robes, his majestic wings shimmer with iridescent hues. With each step, vibrant grass and delicate flowers bloom beneath his feet, trailing behind him as a path of renewal. The plants sway gently, basking in his divine energy, their colors rich and full of life. The contrast between the dead land and the vibrant path he leaves behind is striking, symbolizing hope and rebirth. The atmosphere is ethereal, with soft golden light emanating from the angel, piercing through the surrounding gray mist. His expression is serene yet powerful, embodying purity and transcendence. This scene captures a breathtaking moment of divine intervention in a world consumed by emptiness. aidmaMJ6.1
    A surreal side-profile of a human head with the top of their skull open, revealing a cascade of thoughts escaping into the air. These thoughts take the form of vibrant, swirling, hallucinatory smoke, twisting and expanding upwards into a mesmerizing, colorful cloud. The smoke is an explosion of neon blues, purples, pinks, oranges, and greens, blending seamlessly like a psychedelic dream. Abstract shapes, eyes, and fleeting visions appear within the smoke, symbolizing imagination and consciousness. The background is dark, making the luminous colors stand out, creating a hypnotic, otherworldly glow. The face itself is calm and serene, lost in deep thought. The image exudes creativity, mystery, and the boundless nature of the mind.
    View more from ABWander