Placeholder: [art by W. Heath Robinson] the reflection in the mirror is not her [art by W. Heath Robinson] the reflection in the mirror is not her

@generalpha

Prompt

[art by W. Heath Robinson] the reflection in the mirror is not her

11 months ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

1024 × 1024

Similar

[art by W. Heath Robinson] the reflection in the mirror is not her
john bauer, princess followed by troll
[poster of a Nurse tentacles around her waist by Egon Schiele] The White Nurse enters in the dimly lit bedroom, shadows danced ominously across the walls The room is filled with terror as the monstrous presences beneath your bed stirred and twisted, its eerie limbs and tentacles creeping out into the moonlit room. Just as fear threatened to consume you, a soft, soothing voice cut through the darkness.
chocolate death by W. Heath Robinson
[art by W. Heath Robinson] Nancy lies sprawled on her bed, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her long, dark hair cascades down her shoulder, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat — like she's staring through
[art by Moebius] the reflection in the mirror in not her
Ada Lovelace's spirit seems to linger in the flickering candlelight, her vision of a programming language, a portrait of Alan Turing gazes enigmatically, the disappointment of Hilbert in 1900 whispers through the shadows, a reminder that human reasoning transcends mere logic. The hum of machinery blends with the rustle of pages as the figure contemplates the insights of Rossenblatt, weaving a narrative of exploration and discovery. the scene shifts to a high-stakes showdown reminiscent of Alp
Time seemed to distort as Sophie floated alone in the unending void. She carefully rationed her meager supplies, spending long hours sleeping to conserve oxygen. But even in dreams, panic crept in. She found herself gasping for breath in a sudden waking, the pod walls crushing inward as the air grew thin. Checking readings only heightened her fear - reserves dropping faster than expected. Sophie scrabbled through storage for anything that could boost the failing life support, coming up empty. De
[art by john bauer] you cry out into the deepening gloom of your bedroom, voice cracking with genuine terror as the thing beneath the bed shifts and elongates, its pale, twitching limbs spilling onto the floorboards. The Night Nurse appears instantly at your side, but her usually stern face shows only concern as she notices the creature writhing in the shadows.
[art by Charles Addams] Morticia Addams sits in front of a mirror at a vanity, in her room
Megan's reflection in the mirror no longer mirrored her own appearance. Instead, she beheld a vision of herself, radiant and alluring, draped in gossamer fabric that clung to her curves. Her eyes sparkled with an otherworldly glow, and an aura of undeniable sensuality enveloped her being. The talisman's power surged through Megan, awakening a newfound confidence within her. She embraced the transformative energy, reveling in the liberation it offered. With every step she took, her movements beca
[poster by Egon Schiele]The White Nurse enters in the dimly lit bedroom, shadows danced ominously across the walls as the night grew darker. The room is filled with terror as the monstrous presence beneath your bed stirred and twisted, its eerie limbs creeping out into the moonlit room. Just as fear threatened to consume you, a soft, soothing voice cut through the darkness.

© 2025 Stablecog, Inc.