I use a few different AI programmes, and this one permits the creation of one's own styles and defaults. The process I have created is cribbed from an existing, but now broken, one which had been used with a prior generation of image modelling. It requires pretty strict definition in the prompt to get good results, otherwise it looks like a depressing cartoon.
GREEN RUINS & SHALLOW BLUES
Book II: FRUITFUL
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Geaselle looked then, with the pause afforded them, into her lover's eyes of blackened fire; her lips formed a kiss. Ayrqthon, like an iron pillar in the dust storm of the ephemeral, stood motionless, dwelt in a timelessness which cast its long shadow like a gnomon to the ages, and in that long then of their shared experience, conveyed with his slightest facial expression, his desire to know more, to know of her, to know her, completely. Geaselle the Tsawbrer of Dabil Arasoya shone, back-lit, with black flames set against the thin veneer of whitewash with which his world was covered. Ayrqthon stepped forward and took her hand, and bowed, and kissed it.
“Strive and succeed in all your labours.
“See with His eyes in the dark of your lives.
“May you be made strong in your strivings,
“and steadfast through the night.
“May shade rest upon your labours all around,
“hedge and hem that you should know:
“His blessings so abound.”
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TEMPLE COMPLEX
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Imagine: a square
within, -open air;
four pillars, light
-and dark, in pairs.
Galactic arc overhead,
nighttime scene in bed.
Dream, but one well fed;
silken covers black & red.
In recline I wander nightly,
mind shining so very brightly.
My reflection appears to me,
and thinking, she too can see.
Silver radiant mist surround,
prismatic colours abound,
distorted syncopation profound,
interpolated sense' confound.
Ghostly, shadow electric,
a profusion so eclectic;
thoughts come thither to me:
incantations, So Mote it Be!
Torches burn brightly in the night,
a power stronger than mere might,
a whispered scent of precious sight,
colours louder than they are light.
Stars, not-falling, arc-overhead;
this nighttime scene in my bed,
a sort of dream, but one instead
which soothes aches, both hurt & dread.
This square: imagination
not unfounded, -with intention
pure, beyond circumspection:
innovation and not invention.
One must get one's feet wet...
See You there Midnight
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THE ROAD BY AUTUMN
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Hearing your voice: golden leaves are falling.
Endless empty hours while away the days.
We communicate another way: --thence, you
grant new vistas, and I feel the songs,
with upturn'ed thumb, to count the views.
To be there before the leaves have fallen,
there before her day, or mine comes 'round.
Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'
Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.
For I cannot longer linger on, my wake
a train of Autumn's colours, aswirl behind;
Blind I speed your mottled realm, by
instinct, onward rising urgence-sake.
The road by Autumn, afore November's Fire.
To be there before the leaves have fallen,
there before her day, or mine comes 'round.
Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'
Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.
Golden leaves a'falling, tis'your voice I'm hearing.
[] NOTES-
o Today's rainy inspiration.
My life was changed for the better.
Here's to future hope.
Have a lovely day as beautiful as you are.
Have all of my creative energy channeled into writing, AI and physical art, with daily 5 minutes guitar. I have neglected my guitar chords for a style I haven't found anyone else performing, and it has taken me where I am now on the guitar, which its great, and brings me a little bit of pleasure, sense of control, and accomplishment.
Want to unite what I know about guitar into something seamless, where my chords and this new thing I'm doing, and scales, and ColorMusic's interdependent dynamics blend together emergently, but so far it hasn't hatched.
:: Suggestions for tending breakthroughs?
Haven't touched ARGUS or Auldgory in months. I look at the character sheet, and although it is what I want, I have no gaming prospects in my future, even online, given my work schedule, and so gaming feels like a vestigial limb. I daily look at a set of polyhedral dice, and can't even imagine meeting new gamers and dealing with whatever socio-political BS to which they are subscribed on my weekends.
:: Any advice on scratching that itch without a full-blown Solo-campaign; I don't have the room for a board or map with active pieces in play.
Feel stuck in almost every other part of my life -- no way forward. I've confronted myself about flawed strategies followed, psychological limitations I have placed on myself, but it really just seems like one of those periods where my hands on the wheel and the wheels on the road aren't in alignment -- I'm going where I'm going and that's that. Life on rails: not my fave; would not recommend.
:: So, how are you doing? Feeling something similar, or worse? I'm not even going into my emotional landscape -- no one wants to deal with that...
Alright. Take good care of yourself. Hopefully talk with you soon.
Если бы я был охотником
(don't know if I have selected the correct gender form in the Russian)
As I work in Security, and There Are No Days Off in Security, I will be at my post on Monday.
I hope all of you who have a long weekend enjoy yourselves and hope, too, that you go and do something out of the ordinary to mark the occasion; something fun, but, safe.
Green Ruins & Shallow Blues
Book II: FRUITFUL
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~”The One Who Whispers?”~
-- ~”Yes.”~
A smile: warm and wicked; loving and cold; (over-)friendly and distant; charming and brusque; caring and vicious; patient and demanding: a Smile.
I intended to paint in Watercolours, but I Gouached instead. There is some Watercolour on there as well, but -- well, it is what it is. Next weekend, perhaps.
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