You to visualize me from the zeroth dimension to the 11th in…
Prompt
I want you to visualize me from the zeroth dimension to the 11th in a tattoo with geometric shapes, no exaggerations etc. and I want you to give me the stencil white background with what I ask of you. I want a little dark fantasy in it and a cosmic horror creature around ready to swallow it. I want the dimensions to be a design but more geometric not so strict but of the type as if it were a computer simulation. The tattoo will be in a straight line to go into the middle side of the hand. The general idea is to depict the reality of the dimensions we live in and to marry it with the cosmic horror of the unknown out there so the monster can be anything up to and including something that no one has ever thought of.
Öffnet den KI-Tattoo-Generator mit diesem Prompt und denselben Einstellungen: Neo-Traditional · Schwarz & Weiß.
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- Neo-Traditional
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- Schwarz & Weiß
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