uptime 382h41m · built 2026-09-22T05:35:18Z · requests 69151
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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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: (Winter market square in rolling green meadow: lion carries cotton candy past steaming stalls:1.3), a a leaping dolphin rides in a lantern jar, penguin chick points at streamers curling in the wind. BREAK scuffed earth scattered with sunflower seeds, cool green moss quilted over every seam, strewn with a pebble path leading under the boot rack, a thread of yarn strung like a tightrope, a mouse-sized hammock strung between two cups, snowflakes frozen mid-tumble on a leaf and busy with a snail inching along the rim of the teacup, a family of ants ferrying a pine needle like a log, two beetles sharing the last of a leaf. Behind them, hills of still-green grass rolling to a hazy horizon, the dark cool mouth of a tunnel behind the scene; framing the shot, a jug of milk standing sentry at the frame edge, a knitted sock stretched like a tunnel in the foreground. BREAK the moving patch of sun crossing the floor like a tide, a bright hard beam through a knothole, alive with dust, with specks of golden dust hanging in the sunbeams, thousands of tiny glowing spores floating upward hanging in the air and glossy glazed ceramic with a hairline crack, linen sheets rough-hemmed and sun-bleached everywhere. A single a fallen feather as wide as a door reveals the true scale. stardust gentle (storybook illustration, whimsical, ultra detailed, masterpiece:1.2)
exact prompt sent: imagine (Winter market square in rolling green meadow: lion carries cotton candy past steaming stalls:1.3), a a leaping dolphin rides in a lantern jar, penguin chick points at streamers curling in the wind. BREAK scuffed earth scattered with sunflower seeds, cool green moss quilted over every seam, strewn with a pebble path leading under the boot rack, a thread of yarn strung like a tightrope, a mouse-sized hammock strung between two cups, snowflakes frozen mid-tumble on a leaf and busy with a snail inching along the rim of the teacup, a family of ants ferrying a pine needle like a log, two beetles sharing the last of a leaf. Behind them, hills of still-green grass rolling to a hazy horizon, the dark cool mouth of a tunnel behind the scene; framing the shot, a jug of milk standing sentry at the frame edge, a knitted sock stretched like a tunnel in the foreground. BREAK the moving patch of sun crossing the floor like a tide, a bright hard beam through a knothole, alive with dust, with specks of golden dust hanging in the sunbeams, thousands of tiny glowing spores floating upward hanging in the air and glossy glazed ceramic with a hairline crack, linen sheets rough-hemmed and sun-bleached everywhere. A single a fallen feather as wide as a door reveals the true scale. stardust gentle (storybook illustration, whimsical, ultra detailed, masterpiece:1.2)