it had a few migrations today
it’s not quite where i want the jewels to be yet but i got a feeling i’m on to another locked in style before too much longer
wide epic PHOTO realism image of gummy bears on their day off outside the bag in their real home
yes, a horrible prompt, but i molded it a bit… how close can you get for realistic gummi bear beings in their home? (They kept popping up tiny on the counter i think because of my bad prompt or their normal training size heh…)
That was a good chuckle to wake up to. Now I have to think about anything but tasty gummie bears so I don’t wind up buying some this morning for second breakfast.
Them wearing the jeans is priceless.
Unrelated to thise tastey treats, I got paid 30 dollars for this prompt land print last night. Only mild controversy surrounding people who saw me print it, lol:
and here’s where the morning led to: gummy bear free thankfully
You can use gpt-5-mini vision analysis to upload images and then prompt it to use the images to tell a story. Example Prompt: “Use the images to create a ominous story.“
The town slept in a light that was not meant for sleeping. Shop windows yawned black and empty. Power lines hung like spinal cords across the street. The pavement reflected a sky that threatened with sharp teeth.
A single bolt tore the night and made an altar of the road. It split the clouds and turned every window into a small white eye. In that white the figure appeared; a silhouette cut from the same dark cloth as the street.
He walked as if the night itself had given him permission. Each step rang hollow in the space where a life should be. No cars. No voices. Only the steady, distant breath of a storm that knew how to finish things.
Lightning bowed and bowed again, each strike naming him. The town watched with the patience of ruins. The church steeple stood like a grave marker. Benches waited. Doors kept their secrets.
The light changed. It stopped being white and began to boil. Orange crawled over the horizon and pooled into a monstrous bloom. At first it seemed like fire in the heavens, then like a sun gone mad, then like the world remembering how it could end.
He did not run. He did not look away. The glow painted his shoulders with heat that had not yet arrived. Behind him the telephone wires hummed with small useless messages for a world that would not answer.
The air tightened and the street shrank under a sky that was becoming a thing of its own. The mushroom rose, patient as fate, an immense, indifferent flower opening for the last time. The town leaned forward to meet it and found only silence to interrupt the bloom.
When the light hit, it was everywhere at once. There was no warning that the senses could use to bargain. There was only the brightness and then the knowing. The silhouette held its place like a witness carved from shadow. The town kept its stillness until the end.
Afterward there would be no witnesses left to tell what had been decided. The road would remember the footprints that had led into the light. The wires would fall, and the houses would forget their names. For a moment that felt like forever the world inhaled and then exhaled away.
that’s pretty cool…
i always feel like asking it to tell a story or come up with ideas is a good launch pad…
it tends to pick things that are popular to a lot of people but lack actual creativity until you press it a little more…
interesting concept tho man
yeah we got our work cut out for us, to bring this sort of thing to realism…
i look forward to it, thanks for adding your bits to the pile @polepole!
The detail on this is fabulous, I love the colors.
