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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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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: Deep in bustling city street, a tiny koala cub is lost — until deer crashes through the mushroom patch waving a balloon arch of every color like a rescue flag. blue hour, snowy. neon glow A sip of a bubbling pink potion turns the dark into lantern-light. They caught gazing up at the sky together, then blows a kiss bubble. kind. digital painting in soft blush and cream. macro photography BREAK fireflies waking one by one in the dusk, a slow upward rain of glowing seeds and water-beaded waxed canvas, crumbly shortbread edged with sugar sparkle; light falling in sheets across the scene, not spots, sharp noon shadows hiding in every cranny fills the frame. In the background, paper lanterns strung between posts in the far background, the climbing-plant wall of a greenhouse fading into haze; up close, three pebbles arranged in a tiny cairn up front, the rim of a big white teacup in the near foreground. Underfoot, a carpet of pine needles cushioning every step, a rug with a frayed edge and a story — alive with fireflies orbiting the jam jar in a lazy loop, a butterfly tasting the scarf with its feet, a grasshopper frozen mid-leap at the frame edge and a thimble full of fresh honey, a bead necklace draped over a chair leg, a wisp of steam curling off a fallen acorn, a feather quill almost as tall as them. a giant sunflower dwarfing the whole tea party sets the scale. sparkly tiara rosy blush circles (storybook illustration, whimsical, ultra detailed, masterpiece:1.2)
exact prompt sent: imagine Deep in bustling city street, a tiny koala cub is lost — until deer crashes through the mushroom patch waving a balloon arch of every color like a rescue flag. blue hour, snowy. neon glow A sip of a bubbling pink potion turns the dark into lantern-light. They caught gazing up at the sky together, then blows a kiss bubble. kind. digital painting in soft blush and cream. macro photography BREAK fireflies waking one by one in the dusk, a slow upward rain of glowing seeds and water-beaded waxed canvas, crumbly shortbread edged with sugar sparkle; light falling in sheets across the scene, not spots, sharp noon shadows hiding in every cranny fills the frame. In the background, paper lanterns strung between posts in the far background, the climbing-plant wall of a greenhouse fading into haze; up close, three pebbles arranged in a tiny cairn up front, the rim of a big white teacup in the near foreground. Underfoot, a carpet of pine needles cushioning every step, a rug with a frayed edge and a story — alive with fireflies orbiting the jam jar in a lazy loop, a butterfly tasting the scarf with its feet, a grasshopper frozen mid-leap at the frame edge and a thimble full of fresh honey, a bead necklace draped over a chair leg, a wisp of steam curling off a fallen acorn, a feather quill almost as tall as them. a giant sunflower dwarfing the whole tea party sets the scale. sparkly tiara rosy blush circles (storybook illustration, whimsical, ultra detailed, masterpiece:1.2)