
@generalpha
Prompt
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.
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
6 months ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
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![In the style of "Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale," [Finland 2010] we find ourselves in the icy wilderness of Finland, where the cold winds howl through the snow-covered landscape. The skeleton Santa Claus stands tall and eerie, a figure of dread rather than joy, as he navigates the crypt filled with undead carolers, haunted gifts, and a ghostly Christmas tree.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vOTAxOWEzZmUtOWU0ZS00YTVhLTg0MDEtNzg3NmFlY2FjNGVmLmpwZWc.webp)
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![[comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] winter sky loomed over the castle as the wooden giant closed in, each step crunching through snow and ice. The villagers huddled below, trembling in the chill of the cellars, clutching amulets, murmuring to gods who felt distant and silent. On the frozen bridge, the druid stood alone, breath misting as he raised his staff. His hawk shrieked above, circling. Roots cracked through the ice as magic pulsed through the cold air. Snow and splinters flew,](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNTAxZWZmY2MtM2JmNy00ZWI2LTg3MmUtMDNmMGEzMzc5ZjM4LmpwZWc.webp)