
@generalpha
Prompt
Maria Magdalena in agent provocateur sitting on the edge of her bed in Bethlehem during Jesus' era: tapestry and poetries
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
15 days ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024

![[the time of Jesus] close to the old town of Nazareth, a view on the Lake of Genesareth. a young woman in linen dress, she has her wooden rod she looks at the people down around the shore](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYmY5MDIyYTItMTY2OS00ZDg0LThkNWEtMGI3MmRiODIyZDBjLmpwZWc.webp)

![[Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] close to the old town of Nazareth, a view on the Lake of Genesareth. a young woman in linen dress, she has her wooden rod she looks at the people down around the shore](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZWQyYWNmODctZmEzYi00YWEzLWIxZjYtNGM3ZjkxMmI2OGM5LmpwZWc.webp)

![[art by Luis Royo] in the ancien greece youthful Catherine Bach wears a transparent linen short dress, on the top of Acropolis, for the celebration. she is covered by Celtic tattoos](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZGM3ZjgyYzUtYjk3OS00ZjEzLWIxYmItYmY4N2YwZjJjMmM2LmpwZWc.webp)


![[art by Milo Manara] With this newfound knowledge, the legend of the Black Madonna of Nazaré grew even more profound. It became a beacon of hope for the people of Porto de Mos, a symbol of divine protection and the intertwining of mortal and immortal destinies.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZTFiNzBlNWUtZWJmNy00NjI4LWEzYWUtMmVhNGQ3NDA0OTk1LmpwZWc.webp)

![[art by Dave McKean] n the opulent chamber of the castle, the princess lay ensconced in the silken folds of her bed, the morning sun casting a golden glow upon her delicate features. Her ebony locks cascaded like a river of shadows across the pillows, framing her porcelain skin in a stark contrast of light and dark. As she lingered in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, the distant clamor by the window stirred her from her languid repose. With a languid grace, the princess rose from the bed](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNzhlYzM1NjYtNGVmNi00YzkzLThiNTQtMjk0MTRiMmIyN2FmLmpwZWc.webp)
![[photography by Titian, Rembrandt van Rijn, by Jeremy Mann, Luis Royo,] With a serene demeanor, Maria Magdalena stepped closer to the machines, her voice filled with a delicate mixture of compassion and authority. As she spoke, her words wove a tapestry of understanding, reaching deep into the recesses of their cold, metallic hearts.Her voice, like a gentle lullaby, carried a melody that transcended their mechanical existence. It resonated with the echoes of a forgotten world, a world where warm](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMTJiMTYyMGItYzkyMC00NTdkLTlhNTUtNjEyODA0ZmI1OTAxLmpwZWc.webp)