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Generate imageSummon Kaali as the untamed avatar of primordial feminine power—depicted in a pre-Renaissance , anime-inspired vision that honors the oldest temple carvings , unafraid of the storm and shadow.Her form is carved from midnight—muscles rippling like river currents beneath velvet-dark skin , hips and thighs sculpted by chaos and creation alike. Her body is crowned by wild , ink-black tresses , a thundering halo that whips and coils with the wind , tangled with relics of conquest: shards of bone , tangled garlands , living serpents , and storm-born flowers.Her face is both moon and fang: kohl-drenched eyes , sharp-browed , the smile of one who has tasted the world’s last secrets—lips parted , a whisper from the edge of fear and ecstasy. Blood and ash paint her cheekbones , the mark of night’s embrace.Adorn her not in cloth , but in the trophies of existence’s darkest dance:Around her throat , a mala of skulls—some leering , some fresh with memory—each a chapter in her endless poem.Across her form , gleaming circlets of precious metal—some curving boldly where flesh meets fate , adorned with charms: tiny effigies , droplets of red stone , echoing the mystery beneath.Her girdle: not sewn , but assembled from relics of battle—armlets , wristlets , and a wild tangle of chains and ornaments that flutter and clash like battle hymns.The lower shadows reveal nothing and everything—her presence veiled in living shadow , a thicket of inked wildness , ornamented and obscured by the spoils of war: pendants , bone , locks of hair , and relics of those who challenged her. The body’s full story told in suggestion , not exposure; all curves rendered through glimmering metal and ink-stained darkness.Four arms—each a weapon and a blessing:One raises a blade slick with night’s nectar.One cradles a vessel brimming with ancient offerings.One clutches the memory of defeat , andThe last bestows fearless benediction upon mortals.She stands astride the world’s fears:Foot pressed to the chest of a dreaming god , or planted among a harvest of vanquished pride , the ground littered with echoes of shattered arrogance—steel , bone , and the last embers of rebellion.Her brow is crowned by the relics of eternity—skull tiara , crescent , garlands and sacred glyphs.Ashes stripe her skin , fangs glint at her lips , and serpents coil in the wild banner of her hair.Her mood: A tempest , a seductress , a breaker of chains and hearts—her gaze dares you to worship , her aura demands respect or retreat.Scene:A world painted in obsidian and moonlight—rivers of shadow , pyres of defeated certainty , storms that howl through broken temples.All rendered in the language of black ink , heavy shadow , and feverish brush—where every detail is both invitation and warning , every line a hymn to the untamed goddess.Style:Manga-ink , bold , tempestuous , mythic—never safe , never sanitized , always true to the wildest prayers of ancient night. ,
Generate image Summon Kaali as the untamed avatar of primordial feminine power—depicted in a pre-Renaissance , anime-inspired vision that honors the oldest temple carvings , unafraid of the storm and shadow. Her form is carved from midnight—muscles rippling like river currents beneath velvet-dark skin , hips and thighs sculpted by chaos and creation alike. Her body is crowned by wild , ink-black tresses , a thundering halo that whips and coils with the wind , tangled with relics of conquest: shards of bone , tangled garlands , living serpents , and storm-born flowers. Her face is both moon and fang: kohl-drenched eyes , sharp-browed , the smile of one who has tasted the world’s last secrets—lips parted , a whisper from the edge of fear and ecstasy. Blood and ash paint her cheekbones , the mark of night’s embrace. Adorn her not in cloth , but in the trophies of existence’s darkest dance: Around her throat , a mala of skulls—some leering , some fresh with memory—each a chapter in her endless poem. Across her form , gleaming circlets of precious metal—some curving boldly where flesh meets fate , adorned with charms: tiny effigies , droplets of red stone , echoing the mystery beneath. Her girdle: not sewn , but assembled from relics of battle—armlets , wristlets , and a wild tangle of chains and ornaments that flutter and clash like battle hymns. The lower shadows reveal nothing and everything—her presence veiled in living shadow , a thicket of inked wildness , ornamented and obscured by the spoils of war: pendants , bone , locks of hair , and relics of those who challenged her. The body’s full story told in suggestion , not exposure; all curves rendered through glimmering metal and ink-stained darkness. Four arms—each a weapon and a blessing: One raises a blade slick with night’s nectar. One cradles a vessel brimming with ancient offerings. One clutches the memory of defeat , and The last bestows fearless benediction upon mortals. She stands astride the world’s fears: Foot pressed to the chest of a dreaming god , or planted among a harvest of vanquished pride , the ground littered with echoes of shattered arrogance—steel , bone , and the last embers of rebellion. Her brow is crowned by the relics of eternity—skull tiara , crescent , garlands and sacred glyphs. Ashes stripe her skin , fangs glint at her lips , and serpents coil in the wild banner of her hair. Her mood: A tempest , a seductress , a breaker of chains and hearts—her gaze dares you to worship , her aura demands respect or retreat. Scene: A world painted in obsidian and moonlight—rivers of shadow , pyres of defeated certainty , storms that howl through broken temples. All rendered in the language of black ink , heavy shadow , and feverish brush—where every detail is both invitation and warning , every line a hymn to the untamed goddess. Style: Manga-ink , bold , tempestuous , mythic—never safe , never sanitized , always true to the wildest prayers of ancient night. ,
A color-psychedelic collage depicting an Angry Bird (a Finnish video game series and media franchise created by Jaakko Iisalo and owned by Rovio Entertainment) , dreamlike landscape composed of snow and white and other optical illusion patterns , surreal organic , Bird-face-like lifeforms and biomorphic structures , layered and arranged as if cut , assembled , and recomposed from multiple surreal realities. The scene feels like a collaged ecosystem built from perception itself — Bird face embedded in plants , Bird floating independently , Birds growing on stalks , cones , mushrooms , and soft sculptural forms. Some Birds are realistic and detailed , others simplified , graphic , striped , or abstracted. A voluptuous milf , wearing a Christmas costume with a xmas cap and playing a guitar. Elements overlap unnaturally , with intentional scale mismatches and layered planes that flatten and re-expand space. ,
folk embroidery style , traditional vibrant floral pattern , dense symmetrical composition , balanced distribution of overlapping various-sized floral elements , large red blooms , orange flower clusters , yellow floral accents , white flowers with red centers , blue flowers with white centers , pink ruffled petals , green leaves and stems , intricate floral motifs , dark black background , high color contrast , bold bright colors , textured embroidered appearance , full coverage design , folk art aesthetic , layered and arranged as if cut , assembled , and recomposed from multiple surreal realities. The scene feels like a collage ecosystem built from perception itself. A voluptuous milf , wearing a Christmas costume with a xmas cap and playing a guitar. Elements overlap unnaturally , with intentional scale mismatches and layered planes that flatten and re-expand space. ,
A color-xerox-looking psychedelic collage depicting an alien , dreamlike landscape composed of black and white and other optical illusion patterns , surreal organic , eye-like lifeforms and biomorphic structures , layered and arranged as if cut , assembled , and recomposed from multiple surreal realities. The scene feels like a collaged ecosystem built from perception itself — eyes embedded in plants , eyes floating independently , eyes growing on stalks , cones , mushrooms , and soft sculptural forms. Some eyes are realistic and detailed , others simplified , graphic , striped , or abstracted. A 1970 USA California a mature woman , wearing a colorful hippie dress with a flower wreath in her hair and playing a guitar. Elements overlap unnaturally , with intentional scale mismatches and layered planes that flatten and re-expand space. ,
A color-xerox-looking psychedelic collage depicting an alien , dreamlike landscape composed of black and white and other optical illusion patterns , surreal organic , eye-like lifeforms and biomorphic structures , layered and arranged as if cut , assembled , and recomposed from multiple surreal realities. The scene feels like a collaged ecosystem built from perception itself — eyes embedded in plants , eyes floating independently , eyes growing on stalks , cones , mushrooms , and soft sculptural forms. Some eyes are realistic and detailed , others simplified , graphic , striped , or abstracted. A slim Caucasian female with long wild thick curly hot pink I hair wonders through with a confused and worried facial expression. Her avant garde clothing features all over black and white optical illusion patterns. The terrain is smooth and velvety , with optical-illusion patterns — concentric rings , ripples , spirals , and flowing stripes — collaged into the ground and background , subtly disrupting depth and orientation. Elements overlap unnaturally , with intentional scale mismatches and layered planes that flatten and re-expand space. Color palette is highly saturated , candy-acid , and psychedelic: dominant hot pinks and magentas , with purples , lilacs , teals , cyan , electric blue , and stark black-and-white contrast patterns. Surfaces appear soft , plush , and matte with a faint internal glow. Lighting is even and surreal , minimizing realistic shadows and emphasizing color and form. The mood is whimsical , hypnotic , and mildly uncanny — playful cosmic strangeness rather than horror. The collage composition creates visual rhythm through repetition of shapes , eyes , and patterns , with no single focal point , encouraging the viewer’s gaze to wander and become lost. Overall style is psychedelic surrealism , alien botanical collage , dream-logic sci-fi , blending cute and unsettling. No clear narrative or characters — just the sensation of being totally lost inside a psychedelic collage world where vision , pattern , and landscape have fused. ,
A sprawling **steampunk cityscape** dominated by towering brass-and-copper skyscrapers , their gears and pistons exposed like mechanical veins , belching plumes of thick , golden steam into a perpetually twilight sky. Airships with patched canvas hulls and whirring propellers drift lazily between the buildings , their wooden gondolas adorned with flickering gas lamps and intricate filigree railings. Below , a labyrinth of cobbled streets winds between market stalls selling clockwork trinkets , hissing pneumatic tubes , and jars of glowing alchemical liquids in eerie blues and greens. Goggled engineers in leather aprons tinker with half-assembled automatons , their tools scattered across workbenches cluttered with blueprints and rusted cogs. In the foreground , a grand **central plaza** features a colossal , steam-powered fountain—its water spouting from the jaws of a mechanical dragon , its bronze scales gleaming under the dim glow of arc lamps. The plaza is bustling with life: top-hatted gentlemen adjust their pocket watches , corseted inventors argue over schematics , and street urchins dart between legs , selling stolen gears from their satchels. Above it all , a **massive clock tower** looms , its face cracked and hands moving erratically , as if time itself is unraveling in this city of brass and dreams. The art style blends **hyper-detailed linework** with a **gritty , textured aesthetic**—every surface shows signs of wear , from the tarnished metal of the airships to the scorch marks on the factory smokestacks. The lighting is **moody and dramatic** , with deep shadows cast by the flickering gaslights , while the steam diffuses the glow into an ethereal haze. The color palette is rich yet muted—**burnished coppers , deep browns , and aged brass** dominate , punctuated by the occasional flash of **emerald-green alchemy** or **ruby-red warning lights**. The composition should feel **immersive and alive** , as if the city itself is a living , breathing machine. ,
A wide circular chamber adjoining the Research Deck , its floor etched with an immense sigil array that hums faintly like a tuned instrument. Brass rails divide the space into three concentric rings — the outer walk , the channel ring where energy flows like liquid light , and the core dais used for arrivals. At the edge , a levitating carriage-like craft rests on suspended anchors: the party’s teleportation car — an elongated , rune-lined vehicle shaped from dark steel and crystal fins , capable of phase travel across ley points. Crates of spare mana cells , coils of conduits , and half-assembled parts clutter the perimeter , with Orwen’s technicians adjusting frequency regulators from control consoles built into the wall. High windows open to the Trielta skyline , and every teleport pulse briefly projects ghostly afterimages of distant locations. Lighting: cold white-blue from runes below , mixed with warm copper ambient glow. Sound: steady hum , faint oscillating resonance , distant city bells. Mood: precise , mechanical calm — Trielta’s heartbeat under control. ,
Inside a state-of-the-art research facility , one of the towering , hyper-muscular blondes stands calmly under bright industrial lights , surrounded by a team of stunned scientists and technicians. She wears a reinforced custom sports bra and micro-shorts , still barely managing to contain her exaggerated curves and outrageously muscular form. Wires , sensors , and biometric pads line her biceps , chest , and quads — trying to capture data as she flexes for the assembled team. Behind her is a steel test rig rated for 10 tons — visibly trembling as she curls a solid 600-pound barbell like it’s made of foam. Her vascular , glistening biceps swell with every rep , stretching the skin like drumheads. Nearby monitors show numbers spiking beyond red zones , graphs crashing , and readings that no one has ever seen before. One screen simply flashes: **“ERROR — MAX LIMIT EXCEEDED”** The second woman stands off to the side , already tested and still cooling down , a towel slung over her mountainous shoulder. She watches her rival with crossed arms and a subtle , amused grin — waiting to see if the machines can handle her , too. The lab is a blend of ultra-modern science and disbelief. Crates of bent steel samples , cracked pressure pads , and failed grip test rigs line the walls. A group of scientists , some wide-eyed and others scribbling furiously , huddle near the data terminals. One whispers , “This can’t be real , ” while another simply stares , jaw slack. Shot on Canon EOS R5 and RED Komodo 6K , 35mm lens , ISO 100 , f/2.2 , cinematic industrial light temperature (cool white with warm highlights). 8K ultra-photorealistic , extreme detail in muscle strain , lab tech reflections , fabric tension , HDR lighting , sweat glisten , glowing monitor displays. --no cartoon , anime , stylization , nudity , blur , smoothing , distortions , uncanny rendering ,
The drawing style is as minimalistic as possible , without unnecessary shadows or details , just a puzzle.You have a 7-piece jigsaw puzzle. They are arranged so that the largest piece of the puzzle lies in the center , and the rest of the puzzle pieces are attached to it in such a way that a square is formed as a result. Keep in mind that you can use not only the basic shapes of the puzzle pieces , but also those that you come up with yourself , only with one prerequisite - the puzzle must be assembled into a square. The puzzle is white , the background is blue ,
The drawing style is as minimalistic as possible , without unnecessary shadows or details , just a puzzle.You have a 7-piece jigsaw puzzle. They are arranged so that the largest piece of the puzzle lies in the center , and the rest of the puzzle pieces are attached to it in such a way that a square is formed as a result. Keep in mind that you can use not only the basic shapes of the puzzle pieces , but also those that you come up with yourself , only with one prerequisite - the puzzle must be assembled into a square. The puzzle is white , the background is blue ,
It is placed on a base. The image of a busy city street with pedestrians and vehicles can be seen on the TV screen. From the window of the room , the view of the busy city street can be seen. with the difference that in the window , the street is real , and in the TV it is a fake and assembled image. In this way , there is corruption in the TV picture but it is visible in the reality window , 3D ,
