Hello, came back with another post, I’ve been exploring a series of MidJourney prompts inspired by Hindu mythology, but reimagined through a darker, surreal lens. These scenes focus on forgotten rituals, soul guardians, cyclic time, and moments that feel sacred and broken at the same time.
If you're interested in the prompts and keywords I used for my last post, you can now find them on my Instagram: @ krono.lab or here .

"The Eye That Waits"

I created this piece while exploring the idea of observation as presence.

Is it divine? Artificial? Ancient? My own reflection?

I keep asking myself:
Is it watching me to judge... or to understand?

Prompt-based AI art, focused on scale, emotional contrast, and quiet cosmic dread.

Curious what you see when you look into it.

Let me know below – I’d love to hear your interpretations.

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I gave an AI this prompt:
"A maintenance robot on Mars who starts dreaming of Earth."

What it gave back honestly caught me off guard this quiet, poetic little story about memory, loneliness, and what it means to be human.

My favorite line was:

“He didn’t know what oceans smelled like, but every night he dreamed of waves crashing against rusted metal.”

Might try turning this into a full story. The tool I used is from CloudBooklet their AI story generator is actually kind of fun for ideas like this.

[Redacted tactical log from Choir Division // Sector: Hollow March] Access Level: Restricted to Theologian-Tacticians Only. Entry declared “unfit for strategic analysis.”

Voice Log Partial:

“Target emerged from the tree line at 04:13. No stealth protocol. No weapons drawn.

Visual: unarmored. Garments of soft matter. Expression… undisturbed.

Full rank of Division Chorus initiated posture sequence Alpha.

No engagement command given.

She looked at us—at me.

I… can’t explain it. Her presence was not divine, not hostile. But something inside the Choir began to fail. Timing jittered. Synaptic chord drift occurred in 42% of the front row.

Someone whispered: ‘She speaks in silence.’

But no one spoke.

We recorded no audio.”

Tactical Note:

Choir Commander Luxin-Theta-3 disabled all units in the next cycle without further command. When questioned, she only repeated: “We were meant to sing. She taught us to listen.”

— Archive entry sealed. Choir Division no longer active. Subject designation: The Listener.