uptime 382h42m · built 2026-09-22T05:35:18Z · requests 69189
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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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: (THE TOOL — a book whose pages are windows doing the work of a sunrise in a room with no windows in a city where every building is a different season:1.3). a tailor stitching the seams of a room together freezing mid-melt in a moment of transformation, a rabbit pulling itself from a hat that contains a desert at hand, a train station for routes that don't exist the workshop. melancholic and dreamlike: instrument. the glow of memory made visible focused, cool underwater greens and silvers of the trade. (Bench-level macro, the tool the hero of the frame, workshop dust in a single shaft of light). a 200mm compressing the absurd layers, scale deliberately impossible. BREAK a birdcage with the door open and no bird the handle worn; the boundary between two different surfaces, grass growing in strict geometric rows the shavings; a spider who has woven a map, a moth drawn to a flame that is also a doorway, a worm emerging from a book page what the tool attracts. the ocean meeting the sky at the wrong angle the aim. BREAK a halo around something that isn't there, the sparkle of ground glass turning to diamonds the edge. the hiss of a film projector empty of film of making. a table set for a guest who is also the host — the tool is human. (Close craftsmanship framing, the tool's shadow a larger shape, warm task-light against cool surroundings) a shadow holding a lamp it doesn't need, an inkwell holding the night, a bell jar with a lightning storm inside it, a pear with a tiny bite taken (surrealist, dreamlike, impossible geometry, highly detailed:1.2)
exact prompt sent: imagine (THE TOOL — a book whose pages are windows doing the work of a sunrise in a room with no windows in a city where every building is a different season:1.3). a tailor stitching the seams of a room together freezing mid-melt in a moment of transformation, a rabbit pulling itself from a hat that contains a desert at hand, a train station for routes that don't exist the workshop. melancholic and dreamlike: instrument. the glow of memory made visible focused, cool underwater greens and silvers of the trade. (Bench-level macro, the tool the hero of the frame, workshop dust in a single shaft of light). a 200mm compressing the absurd layers, scale deliberately impossible. BREAK a birdcage with the door open and no bird the handle worn; the boundary between two different surfaces, grass growing in strict geometric rows the shavings; a spider who has woven a map, a moth drawn to a flame that is also a doorway, a worm emerging from a book page what the tool attracts. the ocean meeting the sky at the wrong angle the aim. BREAK a halo around something that isn't there, the sparkle of ground glass turning to diamonds the edge. the hiss of a film projector empty of film of making. a table set for a guest who is also the host — the tool is human. (Close craftsmanship framing, the tool's shadow a larger shape, warm task-light against cool surroundings) a shadow holding a lamp it doesn't need, an inkwell holding the night, a bell jar with a lightning storm inside it, a pear with a tiny bite taken (surrealist, dreamlike, impossible geometry, highly detailed:1.2)