AI Fantasy

George R.R. Martin’s epic worldbuilding and deep character arcs in A Song of Ice and Fire have been a huge inspiration for my own fantasy writing. His mastery of lore, intrigue, and emotion reminds me why I create. Who are your greatest fantasy writer inspirations? #Writing #Fantasy #GRRM

The ground trembled as the spectral horses charged through the torrent, their emerald eyes burning with unnatural intensity. The riders, cloaked in shadow, held a relic glowing faintly against the chaos. The air was thick with dread—were they fleeing something… or leading it?

Her piercing green eyes scanned the horizon, a storm brewing in her mind. The pendant she wore—an heirloom she swore never to touch—was glowing faintly now, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her racing heart. Something ancient was waking, and it was hunting her.

Lightning bolts can tumbling upon me

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Drakaris

Art is about diving into your raw emotions, translating soul into strokes, colors, and words. Letting AI do the drawing is kinda boring and kinda fun at the same time

YouTube video by Sam Hincks E1 Isadoran Creed (AI animation)

It's going to be wild what these AI animators do by the end of next year. This is state of the art with Kling
#anime
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YouTube video by Sam Hincks Are you ready? - Sam Hincks

Lightning bolts came tumbling upon me,
Electrifying my world yet none could touch me

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Her breath quickened, and the world blurred as rage coursed through her veins. The violet fire in her eyes burned brighter, consuming reason. Every betrayal, every lie, surged forward, igniting a storm

The moon bathed the village in silver light, but one house cast a shadow darker than the night. Its window flickered erratically, the glow unnatural, the air grew heavy near its door, whispers rising from within. The villagers dared not approach, for something ancient had awakened.

The village shimmered under a starry sky, its golden lights dancing with the gentle hum of the crickets. Each home, a haven of warmth and laughter, breathed in harmony with the earth. Here, nature’s embrace was strong, and every soul found peace in its endless rhythm.

Ella’s thoughts wandered to the land she had left behind—golden fields under endless skies and the sound of his guitar filling the warm air. Her husband’s songs had once bound her to that life, his voice a tether to a simpler love. But the call of the spirits was louder, and she had answered.

Ella’s mind drifted from the cave, where shadows danced and truths were revealed. In the water long ago, she saw her reflection shift—a vision of power buried within. The ocean had whispered her destiny that day, one tied to the spirits and the ancient pact she now bore.

Ella sat in stillness, her damp hair clinging to her back as chants echoed outside the cave. The tribe circled in ritual, their prayers weaving a shield of protection. She was no prisoner but a vessel—chosen to commune with the spirits and hold their ancient wisdom.

Cloaked figures sat in silence, their shadows flickering against the flames. The elder spoke, her voice low and steady, weaving tales of the Forgotten Pact—a bond forged with the forest’s spirits. Tonight, decisions would be made, and destinies tied to the whispers of the woods.

The soft glow of firelight spilled from the huts nestled deep in the forest. Here lived the Rootweavers, a peaceful tribe who shaped homes from living wood. Legends said their whispers to the trees echoed magic, and travelers seeking shelter often left with hearts lighter than when they came.

Nestled in the heart of an ancient forest, the treehouse village glowed warmly under the canopy’s filtered sunlight. Here, the Eldertree Guardians watched over the land, their laughter mingling with birdsong as they crafted dreams for the world beyond the leaves.

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