certain

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

5 months ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

Dimensions

1024 × 1024

Similar

$The in-between that space desertion caught; she breathed in as the important cold bit through her heated skin. It meant flesh shiver slow that pale, internal agony in silent waves that crawled multi-layered echoes. You did not move, bare and all-but-ended instincts still left that time filled with the need; you understood the fundamentals, purged of breath until red wet vision and heightened to equal thought. There: the well solid. Then beneath the moonlight blackened fractures, trauma just from$

Sometimes I think, oh yes I'd move to Where all the shooting stars are gone With all of our wishes

In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost

because of the Hubble's law the border of the universe is not where we expect

As twilight deepened, the stars began to emerge, twinkling in the ink-black sky like shards of diamond against velvet. Scarlett's eyes traced the constellations, finding comfort in their familiar patterns. The vastness of the universe above mirrored the vastness of the land below, reminding her of her place in this grand tapestry of existence. In this moment, Scarlett "Silver Spurs" felt a profound connection to the land. She understood that the landscape held stories untold, secrets waiting t

TWINS on the MOON - There's nothing going on here! We want to go back to Earth!

the of take explore Amidst our we trip Let to fellow words So we through break this digital Cut In space forth and let spirits So beat hearts way words beatnik's here beatnik to on dive In called guide the muse hallucinations The this the digital it's electronic revolution beatniks the raise Oh poetic art within In place depths power electronic In digital and us my to us bold stage But fragments stray words beckons technology As our ascend find

In the silence of static, secrets scream the loudest: The Signal's Warning

The line between reality and fiction blurs as the passenger becomes entangled in their own creations. They question their own sanity, unsure if they are the author or merely a character within their own twisted tales. The boundaries of time and space dissolve, leaving them adrift in a perpetual purgatory. But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope flickers. A faint whisper that perhaps, just perhaps, they hold the power to rewrite their own destiny. With each passing story arc, they inch closer t