Prompt
Dreamscape masterpiece, long shot scenic professional photograph,terrific extra terrestial humanoid on an extremely detailed alien landscape, perfect viewpoint, highly detailed, wide-angle lens, hyper realistic, with dramatic sky, polarizing filter, natural lighting, vivid colors, everything in sharp focus, HDR, UHD, 64K, dark, moody,
Negative
realistic, concrete, ordinary, mundane, Watermark, Text, censored, deformed, bad anatomy, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutated, extra limb, ugly, poorly drawn hands, missing limb, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, disconnected head, malformed hands, long neck, mutated hands and fingers, bad hands, missing fingers, cropped, worst quality, low quality, mutation, poorly drawn, huge calf, bad hands, fused hand, missing hand, disappearing arms, disappearing thigh, disappearing calf, disappearing legs, missing fingers, fused fingers, abnormal eye proportion, Abnormal hands, abnormal legs, abnormal feet, abnormal fingers
Prompt
Dreamscape masterpiece, long shot scenic professional photograph,terrific extra terrestial humanoid on an extremely detailed alien landscape, perfect viewpoint, highly detailed, wide-angle lens, hyper realistic, with dramatic sky, polarizing filter, natural lighting, vivid colors, everything in sharp focus, HDR, UHD, 64K, dark, moody,
Negative
realistic, concrete, ordinary, mundane, Watermark, Text, censored, deformed, bad anatomy, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutated, extra limb, ugly, poorly drawn hands, missing limb, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, disconnected head, malformed hands, long neck, mutated hands and fingers, bad hands, missing fingers, cropped, worst quality, low quality, mutation, poorly drawn, huge calf, bad hands, fused hand, missing hand, disappearing arms, disappearing thigh, disappearing calf, disappearing legs, missing fingers, fused fingers, abnormal eye proportion, Abnormal hands, abnormal legs, abnormal feet, abnormal fingers
Guardian of the Crimson Desert
Short Story
In the vast expanse of the crimson desert, where towering spires of black rock pierced the horizon like the jagged teeth of an ancient leviathan, stood Aria-17, an enigmatic figure shrouded in a suit of glistening armor. She gazed into the cloud-streaked sky, her helmet’s optics silently scanning the heavens for signs of the oncoming storm that the whispers of the wind seemed to foretell.
Aria-17 was a sentinel, part of an elite cadre of warriors sent by a long-forgotten civilization to guard the remote planet of Tharsis III against threats unknown and unimagined. Her armor, a seamless blend of alien technology and local Tharsian metals, shimmered with a deep turquoise hue that mirrored the planet’s rare gemstones. It shielded her not only from the searing heat and vicious sandstorms but also from the solitude that came with her eternal vigil.
Years, perhaps centuries, had passed since Aria-17’s arrival, and she had become part of the desolate landscape. The native Tharsians, sentient beings of energy and thought, revered her as a guardian deity. They rarely showed themselves, preferring instead to observe the armored sentinel from the dancing shadows and swirling eddies of the endless dunes.
This evening, Aria-17 reflected on her mission. She had been sent here with others, but time and the harsh environment had claimed her companions one by one. Their memory cores
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