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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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
Job p1789250386-354complete
prompt: THE CLIFFSIDE TEMPLE — (a place worth the climb:1.3) a young disciple carrying a sword too heavy — walking up a stone wall — at the temple of a waterfall pool under a shrine, snow falling without wind below in the valley. the sky lit orange by burning lamps high and clear; mystical and austere ancient and patient. (High vertical composition, the temple small above the cloud, stairs winding up). a 65mm at f/2.8 through drifting blossom, the figure tiny in a vast shan-shui. BREAK a blade's edge catching the edge of frame of the stair's edge; packed earth of a training yard, sand raked in a courtyard of ancient steps; bees over the herb garden, a cat on the inn's roof, a heron in the mist a crane on a ledge. a waterfall in the distance the cloud sea and the far peaks. a map to a place that no longer exists, an incense stick burned to ash, a poem written on a fan, a bird cage with the door open, a cloak left on a peg BREAK dew on a peach blossom, the gleam of a jade ornament, lantern light on wet silk sun on the tiles. (cliff temple, mountains, immortal, epic:1.2) sumi-e ink strokes with one red accent.
exact prompt sent: imagine THE CLIFFSIDE TEMPLE — (a place worth the climb:1.3) a young disciple carrying a sword too heavy — walking up a stone wall — at the temple of a waterfall pool under a shrine, snow falling without wind below in the valley. the sky lit orange by burning lamps high and clear; mystical and austere ancient and patient. (High vertical composition, the temple small above the cloud, stairs winding up). a 65mm at f/2.8 through drifting blossom, the figure tiny in a vast shan-shui. BREAK a blade's edge catching the edge of frame of the stair's edge; packed earth of a training yard, sand raked in a courtyard of ancient steps; bees over the herb garden, a cat on the inn's roof, a heron in the mist a crane on a ledge. a waterfall in the distance the cloud sea and the far peaks. a map to a place that no longer exists, an incense stick burned to ash, a poem written on a fan, a bird cage with the door open, a cloak left on a peg BREAK dew on a peach blossom, the gleam of a jade ornament, lantern light on wet silk sun on the tiles. (cliff temple, mountains, immortal, epic:1.2) sumi-e ink strokes with one red accent.
