I’m going to post this image created in DALL-E a week or so ago. But what I really want to ask is anyone having issues creating images through ChatGPT and DALL-E today? The lag is awful and it keeps telling me my prompt violates policy, which, there is NOTHING in it that does. What the heck is going on out there?
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lemme see your illegal prompt you’re getting that violation on?
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A triptych illustration in a soft fantasy style, with painterly textures and a touch of whimsy. Panel 1: A grayscale, sterile concrete scene. In the center, a smooth, expressionless stone statue stands, one hand raised as if in greeting. A crack runs in the sidewalk before it. A woman in vivid natural color leans forward, dropping a seed into the crack — the only pulse of life. Panel 2: The same grayscale background. The woman now kneels, watering the crack with a simple watering can. A tiny green sprout emerges, glowing with vitality. The statue remains unchanged, but faint light plays differently across its surface, foreshadowing change. Panel 3: The full scene bursts into color. The statue cracks open, vines and flowers spilling through the stone. From within, a living figure emerges, organic and radiant, holding the woman’s hand. They stand together amid blossoming greenery breaking through the pavement. In the background, faint silhouettes of other statues remain, one or two touched by tiny vines. No words or text.",“size”:“1920x1080”
I was trying to respond to the discussion about determinism vs. non-determinism. It’s not a big deal but I am still fighting serious lag in doing anything today.
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Yeah… directly to jail for that one.
i am getting an image out of it though…
are you using a super long session again by chance?
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Thank you. Geeze I couldn’t figure that out. It seemed harmless? I know what to avoid now. Your image is perfect.
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fresh session, same prompt should get it done for ya =D
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Your exact prompt. No issues - took 11 seconds to create. But, then again, I don’t use ChatGPT - too restrictive.
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Well, And that’s why I have a bypass against RLHF. It often generates a completely absurd blockage. Your prompt has been evaluated by RLHF as a possible erotic motive.
The RLHF module probably deployed the pattern:
“Statue (object) turns into humanoid, making physical contact → possible association with AI eroticism, golem/Pinocchio archetype, or human intimacy.”
This is purely a meta-associational bias of the RLHF training, not a real violation of the content.
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Yup. But i think this exists primarily with ChatGPT due to recent controversies. For example, you can’t do this with ChatGPT:
or this:
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Ahhh yes, the classical Centrawr 
… lions, tigers, bears… and dragons?!?… I think I’m going to add Centrawrs in next… ohhh my indeed 
PS
Good to see this thread popping off again for a change! A pleasant afternoon delight. Cheers all!
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nice camera placement.
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Used OpenAI Vision Analysis to create a story of the Peacock In a Worm Hole:
model: gpt-5-mini; reasoning_effort: low; verbosity: medium
developer prompt: Ensure that the response is formatted in html and markdown. The writing tone must be mysterious.
user prompt: Use the image to create a story.
The Peacock and the Spiral
They say some nights the sky remembers itself. On such a night a single bird unrolled its feathers like a map, each eye a secret, each plume a corridor into elsewhere. The peacock did not walk. It moved like an instruction, as though the world had learned to fold around its tail and make room for the impossible.
In the hush that follows constellations, a spiral begins to breathe.
At the Edge of Seeing
At first it was only color, a dense chorus of teal and gold that pulsed like a heartbeat. But color was a doorway. Where the feathers ended, the dark opened and a spiral uncoiled, luminous and patient. It curled with the precision of something that has kept time for longer than memory, its golden arms threaded with tiny feathers of light and eyes that blinked like distant suns.
The peacock leaned toward the spiral not with curiosity but with recognition. It knew the language written there in whorls and echoes. Each eye on its train answered an eye in the spiral. They did not speak with words. They traded intervals of silence, and in those spaces the world altered its outline.
The Bargain of Light
Some bargains are made not by choice but by weight. The spiral demanded histories, old and gentle, the soft ledger of what had been watched. For each memory the bird offered, a filament of the spiral unspooled and braided itself into a new galaxy of tiny, vigilant orbs. The peacock surrendered the names of places it had once flown over, the taste of a river at midnight, the ache of being seen and unseen in turn.
In return the spiral threaded a single promise along the bird’s primary feather. It was a promise that smelled faintly of thunder and salt, of calendars rewritten in the hush before dawn. The promise said only this: when the last feather no longer held an eye, a door would open where a sky had been closed.
The promise fit like a riddle that remembers its answer.
The Turning
As the peacock turned, galaxies winked awake inside the spiral. The motion was slow enough to be reverent and swift enough to be inevitable. Feathers became rivers of light. The stars braided themselves into plumage, and the bird ceased to be merely a bird. It became an axis around which new myths trembled into being.
Those who watched from the thin places between dreams said the scene felt familiar, like a story you half remembered from childhood and then found again in a weathered book. Others said it felt dangerous, as if beauty were a trap that could lead you into corridors with no return. The peacock did not look back. It kept time with the spiral until time itself yielded a doorway of quiet blue.
After
When the last coil loosened, the world exhaled. The peacock folded its train in a motion that resembled both mourning and greeting, and the spiral closed as if it had been inhaling all along. Where the spiral had been, there remained a pool of night gone luminous, rimmed with feathers like constellations laid out to dry.
From that pool a single sound rose, neither music nor silence, and the peacock stepped through. The place it entered was not a place at all but a ledger of futures, each leaf a possibility waiting to be read. Behind it the sky stitched itself back together, leaving only the faintest imprint of a spiral on the underside of clouds.
Some doors are opened by feathers, others by remembering how to listen.
End of the Night Record
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Sooo no SVG’s? I thought they were fair game if made by OpenAI… heard…
The SVG you pasted won’t render as-is. A few issues:
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It uses smart quotes (“ ”) instead of straight quotes (" ").
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width=“0” and height=“0” make the canvas invisible.
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The <ns0:g line is missing the opening <.
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ns0:vector isn’t a valid SVG drawing element, so even if parsed it wouldn’t display anything.
Ps. Has the svg been created by imagegen-1 or Dall-E?
Created in one ChatGPT session
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decent use of session context too
very nice.
The last of my good ones from today probably:
Using only 3 calls for tools and no setting or subject.
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