Sea

 red dust storm

by vulpinoid
used with permission

How Did it Go, Midnight?

Looking forward to reading your assessment, any photos, and hopefully, seeing videos from it.
I'm waiting up for the Equinox to do a Working. 🌓

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My work experience on Friday included walking in on techs who were working on brain-sensor-inputs, and a tech washing electrode gel out of his hair in the kitchen sink.  Can't make this stuff up.

AI Art technique: The Bazaar

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.

The Bazaar
(c) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Six of Wands

My Love

 

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Excerpt: Chapter 27 (Book II)

GREEN RUINS & SHALLOW BLUES
Book II: FRUITFUL
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

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. 

That's _so_ URUTSK!