uptime 381h49m · built 2026-09-22T05:35:18Z · requests 68514
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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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: A storm rolls over serene zen garden; elephant shelters panda cub under an umbrella of woven leaves. foggy firelight glow a valley of giant flowers flickers through the clouds. BREAK dew-heavy grass bending in neat wind-rows, cool green moss quilted over every seam, strewn with a thimble full of fresh honey, a tin-can telephone strung between two rooms, a grape sliced into a tiny feast, a candelabra of birthday candles on a walnut and busy with a moth dreaming on the window pane in a pool of light, fireflies orbiting the jam jar in a lazy loop, a cricket tuning up underneath the step. Behind them, the skeletal ribs of a half-built treehouse behind them, a distant cottage with a single lit window; framing the shot, a roll of kitchen towel leaning against the table leg, a small stone arch framing the bottom right corner. BREAK gloom deepening toward the edges like a vignette, the moving patch of sun crossing the floor like a tide, with a blizzard of confetti-sized leaves in the wind, shafts of light packed with floating lint hanging in the air and water-beaded waxed canvas, glossy glazed ceramic with a hairline crack everywhere. A single an acorn cup that seats three comfortably reveals the true scale. rainbow sparkle peaceful
exact prompt sent: imagine A storm rolls over serene zen garden; elephant shelters panda cub under an umbrella of woven leaves. foggy firelight glow a valley of giant flowers flickers through the clouds. BREAK dew-heavy grass bending in neat wind-rows, cool green moss quilted over every seam, strewn with a thimble full of fresh honey, a tin-can telephone strung between two rooms, a grape sliced into a tiny feast, a candelabra of birthday candles on a walnut and busy with a moth dreaming on the window pane in a pool of light, fireflies orbiting the jam jar in a lazy loop, a cricket tuning up underneath the step. Behind them, the skeletal ribs of a half-built treehouse behind them, a distant cottage with a single lit window; framing the shot, a roll of kitchen towel leaning against the table leg, a small stone arch framing the bottom right corner. BREAK gloom deepening toward the edges like a vignette, the moving patch of sun crossing the floor like a tide, with a blizzard of confetti-sized leaves in the wind, shafts of light packed with floating lint hanging in the air and water-beaded waxed canvas, glossy glazed ceramic with a hairline crack everywhere. A single an acorn cup that seats three comfortably reveals the true scale. rainbow sparkle peaceful