uptime 382h43m · built 2026-09-22T05:35:18Z · requests 69244
Quick run — for custom batches, add prompts on the Prompts page and Start. Story templates live in meta/story-templates.txt.
ACT II — THE CONTROL ROOM — (watching other people fight:1.3) (the same recurring cast, consistent faces, bodies and clothing across every image, identical character design:1.2) Featuring Sergeant Kade, armourer, forearms like winch cable, a welding mask pushed up on the forehead, drums of ammunition stacked behind; also Lieutenant Dana Sorren, frame pilot, a flight suit with three kill marks, hair cropped under a helmet, a photograph taped inside the cockpit; and at the back of the room, Corporal Bright, trainee pilot, too young for the suit, a helmet two sizes large, chewed fingernails on the control sticks. a gunner checking the turret travel by hand, in the darkened room with the map projected on the wall. No light but sodium lamps hazing the apron, and the room reads proud of a hard-won frame. (Dark room lit by monitors, backs of heads, one pilot's face). a 14mm with the screens wrapping the room; cockpit framing with instruments crowding the edges; graded ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Watching a screen that is not theirs: the one who thinks the war is already lost. Written down but never reported: a drink taken at an hour nobody saw. Across the headsets: a hand on a shoulder instead of a sentence. BREAK a boarding ladder rung huge at the edge; on the tiled floor, mud caked on frame feet, oil pooled in a drain trench; and going cold on a desk, fitters eating on a crate, a rat along the cable trays. Filling the far wall: the city skyline smoking. The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn. BREAK a pilot who has not slept, a replacement pilot nobody has met, a rotation list with the same names on it. BREAK Reflected in the screens: light running along a rail, the polished brass of a worn instrument bezel, hot metal spitting sparks, chrome catching hangar light. (mecha control room, screens, cinematic:1.2) ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Avoid text, lettering, watermark, signature, extra fingers, deformed hands, extra limbs, blurry, low detail, jpeg artifacts, organic monsters, medieval weaponry, fantasy magic, hand-drawn linework. · queued — waiting for the driver
prompt: Far below snowy mountain peak, penguin descends in a bright bubble to meet a gentle sea turtle at a cliff shaped like a giant paw. gentle snow flurries, midnight. silvery moonbeam a chest overflowing with gems waits on a coral throne, centaur keeping watch overhead. caught leaning against a wall shimmering portal twinkle lights. acrylic pour, dusty rose, macro detail — cinematic film still BREAK shafts of light packed with floating lint, a slow upward rain of glowing seeds and honeycomb wax still warm and sticky, hammered tin with soft dents and age; a bright hard beam through a knothole, alive with dust, a warm blush of light on every cheek at golden hour fills the frame. In the background, the big friendly shadow of a cat stretched across the back wall, paper lanterns strung between posts in the far background; up close, a jug of milk standing sentry at the frame edge, a gutter of glowing glass marbles leading the eye in. Underfoot, a carpet of pine needles cushioning every step, a wooden floor with one squeaky, beloved plank — alive with a family of ants ferrying a pine needle like a log, a bee vacuuming up every last bit of honey, a mouse-tail flicking out of sight behind the crate and a front door carved into the baseboard, a gumboot rain gauge catching the dawn, a wheelbarrow made from a walnut half, a half-eaten sugar cube shaped like a castle. a needle as long as a fence post sets the scale. star hairclip tiny button nose
exact prompt sent: imagine Far below snowy mountain peak, penguin descends in a bright bubble to meet a gentle sea turtle at a cliff shaped like a giant paw. gentle snow flurries, midnight. silvery moonbeam a chest overflowing with gems waits on a coral throne, centaur keeping watch overhead. caught leaning against a wall shimmering portal twinkle lights. acrylic pour, dusty rose, macro detail — cinematic film still BREAK shafts of light packed with floating lint, a slow upward rain of glowing seeds and honeycomb wax still warm and sticky, hammered tin with soft dents and age; a bright hard beam through a knothole, alive with dust, a warm blush of light on every cheek at golden hour fills the frame. In the background, the big friendly shadow of a cat stretched across the back wall, paper lanterns strung between posts in the far background; up close, a jug of milk standing sentry at the frame edge, a gutter of glowing glass marbles leading the eye in. Underfoot, a carpet of pine needles cushioning every step, a wooden floor with one squeaky, beloved plank — alive with a family of ants ferrying a pine needle like a log, a bee vacuuming up every last bit of honey, a mouse-tail flicking out of sight behind the crate and a front door carved into the baseboard, a gumboot rain gauge catching the dawn, a wheelbarrow made from a walnut half, a half-eaten sugar cube shaped like a castle. a needle as long as a fence post sets the scale. star hairclip tiny button nose