#clockworkpunk

The Clockwork Conundrum: A Time Machine Tale

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Machine Elves are trying to fix the ancient broken Time Machine. Surrealism, fantasy, magic realism, fantastic realism, steampunk, clockworkpunk, clock faces, pocket watches, hourglasses, cogs, pistons, springs, mechanics, occult, outlandish
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Stella Ristwoatchi

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1711 X 1227 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: Steampunk Demonic beautiful witch in wire mesh suit, with large thinking machine on head, metallic heart, shining colorful brain, shining eyes, clockworkpunk, tubes, by H.R. Giger and Gustav Klimt
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 41%)
  • Base image resolution: 1MP
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 2

Modern cyberpunk city in sky

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1208 X 848 (1.02 MP)

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  • Prompt: Wide view landscape Modern city. Foregraund: a giant clock on a huge baobab tree-house . Backgraund: supergiant banyan tree-LIGHThouses , a black hole in the deep blue sky , psychedelic colors of clouds , Comics style mixed with dystopian miniature work. Mixed media By Beksinski and Bill Sienkiewicz. Colorful palette, some synthesis and cyberpunk effects in sky.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0

Eternal Shadows: A Clockworkpunk Nightmare

• Model: ArtFusion

• Size: 2976 X 2304 (6.86 MP)

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  • Prompt: classical oil painting mixed with modern clockworkpunk horror. Based on poem: Sleep brings no joy to me, remembrance never dies My soul is given to misery and lives in sighs... The shadows of the dead, my waken eyes may never see Surround my bed, that from which they sprung eternity Beneath the turf the silent dead Sleep brings no wish to knit, my harrassed heart beneath My only wish is to forget in the sleep of death Death is my joy, I long to be at rest I wish the damp earth covered, this desolate breast Beneath the mould the silent dead But the glad eyes around us must weep as we have done And we must see the same gloom eclipse their morning sun Oh not for them, should we despair The grave is drear but they're not there Their dust is mingled with the sod Their pale souls are gone, to god Well, may they live in ecstasy, their long eternity of joy At least I wouldn't bring them down with me to weep, to groan And what's the future, a sea beneath the cloudless sun A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea stretching into infinity
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape