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Hereditary madness...

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

2 months ago

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SSD-1B

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7

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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a landscape
Gladesong Under rising sun's largesse the wood awakens around us, shadows dancing back beneath each bole and fronded veil. From loamy breaths steams sweet incense as droplets riding bark and branch, signaling creatures great and small rousing their voices clear and piping to the rapturous hymn weaving all in emerald glory.
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
Reflections Beneath Eternity's Shroud By this steadfast bough where Fiona finds safe harbor, thoughts stir moonstruck as the soul within weaves memories of glades enraptured by her luminescence. From steel shell peels away to bare the woodland heart remembering those who awaken wonder's gifts in all things great and small. May forest's balm ease each tomorrow as Her grace guides wanderings under moon and stars revealing in each breath mysteries to nourish mortal and machine.
Le Journal du dehors, Tanya Leslie, Exteriors, Fitzcarraldo en 2021,
Behind, the plates and pins bear witness like the trees of older groves. But you pay them no more mind than the motors' hums and grunts, eyes only for the vision in your thrall. And me, pressed flat against the mirrored wall with lens a-flutter - sure I'll leave an outlined ghost upon the fogged glass if I don't find release soon! Each calculated step brings your heat skating nearer, bare soles padding o'er rubber worn smooth by countless trials. The tile's your stage, this steam your shroud, an
in the North of Canada, an Afro-American man stands on the edge of the roof of his isolated house in the dark among the rare snowflakes just before a snowstorm hits. He attaches plank plates to the roof to reinforce it, bracing for the impending storm. The dark cold air bites at his skin, the wind howling ominously, as he works diligently to secure the roof under the blinking light of an old flashlight in the blizzard.
This is amazing! I love how the light glints off everything, giving stark contrast to the shadows. There must be some deer or elk up ahead since the horse has his ears perked forward and with an intent gaze of interest. The young lady looks like she is enjoying herself alone with her friend while plodding downstream through the lazy creek. Thank you for sharing. Beautiful artwork!
same prompt, Aug 2025
I caught a glimpse out the window A Polish graveyard filled with widows I coddle a bottle of warm beer I see a pool of liquid tearz Glimmering so sweet and mellow A sea of lilting wilting willow A secret book of forgotten wishes Drown in ponds with broken dishes
Behind, the plates and pins bear witness like the trees of older groves. But you pay them no more mind than the motors' hums and grunts, eyes only for the vision in your thrall. And me, pressed flat against the mirrored wall with lens a-flutter - sure I'll leave an outlined ghost upon the fogged glass if I don't find release soon! Each calculated step brings your heat skating nearer, bare soles padding o'er rubber worn smooth by countless trials. The tile's your stage, this steam your shroud, an
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