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Model: Flux Realism

Prompt:

(ethereal scene of the afterlife), high-quality imagery, ultra-detailed artistic depiction.
Scale: 3
Steps: 50
Seed: 2084180230
Width: 1024
Height: 1024

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Prompt: Hoofdstuk 31: De Eeuwige KaasdageraadToen de laatste resten van de Antikaasorde in de kosmische kaasether oplosten, vulde een serene stilte de melkweg. De sterren knipperden in harmonie, en een warme, smeltende gloed verspreidde zich over het universum. Kaasman zweefde boven de melkweg, zijn lichaam nu volledig samengesmolten met de Hemelse Kaasverheffing.Bertha, de Kosmische Kaaskoe, zweefde naast hem en loeide met een stem die de melkwegen zelf leek te beroeren. "Het is volbracht," zei ze. "De Kaascyclus is voltooid."Kaasman keek naar zijn handen, of wat ooit zijn handen waren. Ze bestonden nu uit pure, hemelse kaasenergie—geen vaste vorm, geen grenzen. Hij was niet langer slechts een wezen, maar een kracht. Een idee. Een smaak die door het universum zou blijven resoneren."Wat nu?" vroeg Kaasman.Bertha keek omhoog naar een fonkelende nevel in de verte, waar melkstromen zich vermengden met kaassterren. "Nu rust je," zei ze. "Je hebt de Kaasbalans hersteld, maar het universum zal altijd hunkeren naar harmonie. Misschien zal er op een dag opnieuw een dreiging komen. En als dat gebeurt…"Kaasman knikte. "Dan zal ik terugkeren."Met een laatste, glorieuze uitbarsting van goudgele lichtdeeltjes verspreidde Kaasman zich over de melkweg. Zijn energie doordrong elk sterrenstelsel, elke planeet, elke melkbron. Elk wezen, groot of klein, voelde een subtiele warmte, een diep gevoel van voldoening—een herinnering aan de kracht van de Kaas.Bertha keek toe terwijl de energie zich verspreidde. Ze wist dat de legende van Kaasman zou voortleven. Niet in een fysieke vorm, maar in elke hap kaas, in elke smeltende korst, in elke perfecte balans tussen romigheid en smaak.De melkweg draaide voort, en in de verte, waar de sterren een kaasvormig patroon vormden, begon een nieuw tijdperk: het Tijdperk van de Eeuwige Kaasdageraad.Einde… of een nieuw begin?
Prompt: (ethereal scene of the afterlife), high-quality imagery, ultra-detailed artistic depiction.
Prompt: I serve the God of glory,
Who spoke and stars took flight,
Declared His name to Moses,
A flame in desert night.
Not bound by man’s tradition,
Nor carved by hands of clay—
His Word, alive and burning,
Still speaks to me today.
His mercy—onbeskryflik,
Too vast for tongue to frame,
Yet near enough to whisper
The power of His name.
He gave me breath and reason,
He placed the choice in me;
To walk the path of worship,
And serve Him joyfully.
All earth and I am groaning,
For heaven’s song begun—
Let justice roll like rivers,
Let all things find the Son.
I choose His will, His wonder,
My soul in Him is free—
The risen Christ, my anchor,
Who reigns eternally.


(Note; 24 images following the words of the poem above forming one cohesive whole)
Prompt: n a breathtaking tableau, the avenging angel stands as a formidable sentinel of justice, her majestic wings unfurled in a grand display that captures the very essence of celestial power. Each feather glimmers with ethereal white and silver tones, reflecting a divine light that seems to pulse with the heartbeat of the universe.


Surrounding her is an aura of vengeance, a shimmering halo that crackles with energy, illuminating the darkness that encroaches from the stormy skies above. The clouds churn ominously, their deep grays and blacks contrasting sharply with the radiant light that breaks through, casting a surreal glow upon the scene. This interplay of light and shadow creates a captivating visual narrative, evoking a sense of impending reckoning.


The angel's expression is one of fierce determination, her eyes ablaze with a righteous fire that speaks of unwavering resolve. Every muscle in her poised stance conveys strength and purpose, as if she is ready to unleash the full force of her divine wrath upon those who have wronged the innocent.


The atmosphere is thick with intensity, each detail rendered in stunning 4K ultra-definition, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in the cinematic grandeur of the moment. The air crackles with anticipation, as the avenging angel stands as a beacon of hope and a harbinger of justice, ready to reclaim the balance between light and dark. This is not just a figure of vengeance; she is a symbol of the indomitable spirit that rises against the shadows, inspiring awe and reverence in all who behold her.
Prompt: 
"The Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings
Prompt:
Prompt: The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth. The star was given the key to the shaft of the Abyss. 2 When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace. The sun and sky were darkened by the smoke from the Abyss. 3 And out of the smoke locusts came down on the earth and were given power like that of scorpions of the earth. 4 They were told not to harm the grass of the earth or any plant or tree, but only those people who did not have the seal of God on their foreheads. 5 They were not allowed to kill them but only to torture them for five months. And the agony they suffered was like that of the sting of a scorpion when it strikes. 6 During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them.

7 The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. 8 Their hair was like women’s hair, and their teeth were like lions’ teeth. 9 They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. 10 They had tails with stingers, like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. 11 They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon and in Greek is Apollyon (that is, Destroyer).

12 The first woe is past; two other woes are yet to come.
Prompt: I serve the God of glory,
Who spoke and stars took flight,
Declared His name to Moses,
A flame in desert night.
Not bound by man’s tradition,
Nor carved by hands of clay—
His Word, alive and burning,
Still speaks to me today.
His mercy—onbeskryflik,
Too vast for tongue to frame,
Yet near enough to whisper
The power of His name.
He gave me breath and reason,
He placed the choice in me;
To walk the path of worship,
And serve Him joyfully.
All earth and I am groaning,
For heaven’s song begun—
Let justice roll like rivers,
Let all things find the Son.
I choose His will, His wonder,
My soul in Him is free—
The risen Christ, my anchor,
Who reigns eternally.


(Note; 24 images following the words of the poem above forming one cohesive whole)
Prompt: n a breathtaking tableau, the avenging angel stands as a formidable sentinel of justice, her majestic wings unfurled in a grand display that captures the very essence of celestial power. Each feather glimmers with ethereal white and silver tones, reflecting a divine light that seems to pulse with the heartbeat of the universe.


Surrounding her is an aura of vengeance, a shimmering halo that crackles with energy, illuminating the darkness that encroaches from the stormy skies above. The clouds churn ominously, their deep grays and blacks contrasting sharply with the radiant light that breaks through, casting a surreal glow upon the scene. This interplay of light and shadow creates a captivating visual narrative, evoking a sense of impending reckoning.


The angel's expression is one of fierce determination, her eyes ablaze with a righteous fire that speaks of unwavering resolve. Every muscle in her poised stance conveys strength and purpose, as if she is ready to unleash the full force of her divine wrath upon those who have wronged the innocent.


The atmosphere is thick with intensity, each detail rendered in stunning 4K ultra-definition, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in the cinematic grandeur of the moment. The air crackles with anticipation, as the avenging angel stands as a beacon of hope and a harbinger of justice, ready to reclaim the balance between light and dark. This is not just a figure of vengeance; she is a symbol of the indomitable spirit that rises against the shadows, inspiring awe and reverence in all who behold her.
Prompt: Heavenly Father
You are so beautiful 
😍❤️