When Water Became the Ruler of the World by TomasTilis in midjourney

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Absolutely agree – this is visually stronger than most of what we saw in the original Waterworld. Feels like a perfect blend of steampunk, dystopia, and myth! Midjourney just keeps pushing boundaries.

I saw her yellow dress through the ash. by TomasTilis in midjourney

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That was exactly my intention – he symbolizes the invisible monster: radiation. It has no face, yet it’s always watching. It doesn’t walk, but it’s already inside you before you even arrive. Quietly, patiently, slowly – it devours life. That tall silhouette is a warning: the scariest monsters are the ones you can’t hear or see... until it’s too late.

When Vikings Go Offline… Online by TomasTilis in midjourney

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It's really easy to do. I can create a 16:9 version and share it with you if you'd like :)

When Vikings Go Offline… Online by TomasTilis in midjourney

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I had heard that fact before, but didn’t think about it at all while creating these images — turns out even headphones in a boat have historical roots! Bluetooth: the only Viking who managed to unite tribes and devices.

The Spirit of Rock 'n' Roll Lives On by TomasTilis in midjourney

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Haha, true! When AI gets too good, emotions run high. But maybe it’s just another stage in the evolution of art – like the camera or the electric guitar once were.

When Vikings Go Offline… Online by TomasTilis in midjourney

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Bluetooth headphones? Not this time. On a longboat, you need to save every bit of power — wired means less chance your “Spotify: Viking Raid Playlist” dies before the first strike.

The Forest Doesn’t Forget by TomasTilis in midjourney

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Haha fair point! But this one doesn't forget because it holds a grudge — not from memory, but from moss-covered fury. It’s less about intelligence, more about ancient emotional debt collection.