A mighty king resting on his throne in the halls of his ruined kingdom, despair, tragedy, destruction
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An aged king stands alone atop a marble balcony overlooking his crumbling kingdom, wisps of grey hair blown by the howling winds. In the distance, lightning flashes against roiling storm clouds as raging fires consume the outer villages. Behind him, shattered stained glass windows and fallen statuary depict his former glory. Inspired by the surrealism of Zdzisław Beksiński and enigmatic realism of Bekir Sıtkı Erol. Forlorn and defeated by the forces of chaos unleashed through his own hubris, in the style of Frank Frazetta and illustrated by Greg Rutkowski with painterly digital oils in 16K resolution. A Shakespearean tragedy of ambition, fate, and the inevitability of decay - a timely reminder that all earthly power is transient.
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A dark macabre kingdom of death, with halls covered with thousands of skulls and bones, with a throne made of bones and skulls, evoking a royal yet haunting atmosphere
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The platinum doors open to reveal a huge circular room. The domed ceiling overhead glows with a diffuse white light. In the center of the room, circular steps lead up to a wide dais. Atop the dais is a railing of polished steel and a huge throne, over 100 feet tall and carved of white marble. Four depressions in the shapes of gems are cut into the base of the throne.
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obese African king on his ancestral throne. in a large royal hall
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obese African king on his ancestral throne. in a large royal hall
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obese African king on his ancestral throne. in a large royal hall
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Through shrouds of mist and the gauzes of centuries, a glimpse of mysteries past. There, where soft lamps cast their glow, lies a relic that down the ages has lured the eyes of dreamers. Wrapped in linens veiled by drifting ages, features faintly showing, a boy-king rests as he has since time forgot his name and reign. One pale hand seems poised as if to grasp again a staff denoting sovereignty over realms where even gods pace mortal. Hollows that once held eyes gazing on splendors ours can only envision have faded into shadow, yet about the faded brow still clings a residue of glory not to be undone by the shroud of centuries. So in dusk and dreams shall this child-monarch keep his silent vigil, phantom guard of all that is written in crumbled stone but not for mortal fingers to undo, until dawn shall come again to open the final riddles of night.
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A proud yet benevolent king, sitting upon an ornate throne, in a grand stone chamber, wearing an elaborate crown and fine patterned robes, holding a majestic scepter, before a tall leaded glass window depicting a mighty dragon, surrounded by his noble guards and wise advisors, illuminated by beams of colorful stained glass sunlight, in the style of Arthur Rackham and Frank Frazetta, a 16K masterpiece of high fantasy royal court artwork.
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There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
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There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
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There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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A wise king sitting on a golden throne in front of a wall of book inside the library of an old fortified castle with three poor peasants with glasses and poor brown clothes and straw hat lining up in order to one by one talk to the king.
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George Washington as a dapper medieval king, sitting on the throne in his palace , royal clothes , crown,
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George Washington as a king, with crown and expensive royal clothes, sitting on his throne in his palace
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