
@generalpha
Prompt
In the realm of falsehoods: what shall you do, oh mischievous ones, when the fabrications come knocking at your door? When they emerge from the shadows, how will you respond? A 3D abstract masterpiece in the form of a jail artistry.
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
1 year ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024


![[art by Jack Davis] in the world of Darkness Has Many Doorways, where Hell is paved with good intentions, there exists a realm shrouded in mystery and fear. It is a place where the line between reality and fantasy blurs, where nightmares take form and darkness reigns supreme. a fortress of black stone and shadowy secrets: within its walls, the most powerful sorcerers and warlocks gather, their intentions as murky as the depths of the abyss.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMTBlNjRlN2MtMDM4Mi00OWM3LWI5MmItYTNkZWU2MTE4MWU0LmpwZWc.webp)



![[illustration by Grzegorz Rosiński] Ahead, an archway of fused bone and skulls frames an ancient iron door etched with strange, angular sigils. The air smells of old blood and something… burnt.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZDQ1M2QzMjMtYWU1OS00ZTg2LThjYmYtODNkOTAwNmI5NzI5LmpwZWc.webp)


![[illustration in the la ligne claire style by Grzegorz Rosiński] Ahead, an archway of fused bone and skulls frames an ancient iron door etched with strange, angular sigils. The air smells of old blood and something… burnt.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMThjMmZiZDktYmY0Zi00YWNjLTkwNTQtNjJhZDJmNDk2MzY1LmpwZWc.webp)
![[illustration by Grzegorz Rosiński] Ahead, an archway of fused bone and skulls frames an ancient iron door etched with strange, angular sigils. The air smells of old blood and something… burnt.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZTZhZThhY2QtYzljNi00YTQwLWExZjItNDdkMWY1ZDc2MzExLmpwZWc.webp)
![[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the earthly women of my past life. She did not see me at first, but just as she was disappearing through the portal of the building which was to be her prison she turned, and her eyes met mine. Her face was Oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMDM0YmM4ODctNjE2Zi00YmQ3LTkzZDgtNGIyMDM2ZWIwNTJkLmpwZWc.webp)