“As I besought thee to abide still at Ephesus, when I went into Macedonia, that thou mightest charge some that they teach no other doctrine,” (1 Timothy 1:3, KJV)
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“As I besought thee to abide still at Ephesus, when I went into Macedonia, that thou mightest charge some that they teach no other doctrine,” (1 Timothy 1:3, KJV)

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“As I besought thee to abide still at Ephesus, when I went into Macedonia, that thou mightest charge some that they teach no other doctrine,” (1 Timothy 1:3, KJV)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Volume 1 – Chapter 1: “Running Away” Story Points: Ji Hun is bored and unhappy with his life in the band “Forever.” Inner thoughts reveal his frustration and desire to escape. He decides to run away; changes his appearance with a ginger curly wig and glasses to hide his identity. Ji Hun sneaks out, but security guards notice him and start chasing him. While running, he accidentally bumps into Min Joon, a girl with long curly black hair, wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans. They fall on the ground. Min Joon helps him up and insists on taking him to her home to relax. She offers him tea and biscuits; they start talking. Ji Hun lies and says his name is “Jin” and that he is an accountant. He notices posters of his band “Forever” in her room and realizes she is a fan. Min Joon praises Ji Hun’s voice, making him shy. Ji Hun talks about never enjoying life; Min Joon promises to teach him how to enjoy life. Ji Hun hesitates, worried about being recognized, but she reassures him. He agrees to go with her. Min Joon prepares to take him outside, setting up the transition to Chapter 2 (car ride and amusement park). Page/Panel Flow Suggestions: Pages 1–3: Ji Hun’s frustration, morning in the band dorm, decision to escape. Pages 4–5: Ji Hun changing disguise. Pages 6–8: Running and being chased by security guards. Pages 9–12: Collision with Min Joon, first meeting. Pages 13–16: Min Joon taking him home, tea and biscuits scene. Pages 17–20: Conversation about Ji Hun’s unhappiness, Min Joon promising to show him joy.
First century Jerusalem at the "gate beautiful" to the temple grounds. Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong.
Art Style & Atmosphere: A richly detailed, cinematic fantasy photograph with a whimsical, storybook quality. The lighting is dappled and golden, filtering through a complex canopy, creating a serene and wondrous atmosphere. The Subjects: A magnificent, large Bengal tigress with deep orange and black fur walks with a slow, confident stride through the center of the frame. Perched comfortably on her shoulder blades, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity, is a small tabby kitten with unusual, muted olive-green and brownish-grey striped fur. The Environment (The Forest-Library): The setting is a seamless, magical fusion of an ancient woodland and a grand library. The Trees: Towering, gnarled trees have trunks that are not just bark, but carved wooden bookshelves packed tight with thousands of leather-bound books, scrolls, and codices. The Canopy: The "leaves" above are a mixture of real green foliage and open book pages fluttering in the breeze, creating a stained-glass effect with the sunlight. The Floor: The forest floor is a mix of moss, roots, and stacks of old books that look like natural rock formations or undergrowth. School Elements: Old, weathered wooden school desks are integrated into the landscape, some overgrown with ivy, holding open botanical textbooks. A large slate chalkboard, covered in arcane botanical diagrams, is embedded into a mossy rock face. Composition: A wide-angle shot showing the scale of the environment as the tigress and kitten move along a path paved with worn flagstones and embedded encyclopedias.
Art Style & Atmosphere: A richly detailed, cinematic fantasy photograph with a whimsical, storybook quality. The lighting is dappled and golden, filtering through a complex canopy, creating a serene and wondrous atmosphere. The Subjects: A magnificent, large Bengal tigress with deep orange and black fur walks with a slow, confident stride through the center of the frame. Perched comfortably on her shoulder blades, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity, is a small tabby kitten with unusual, muted olive-green and brownish-grey striped fur. The Environment (The Forest-Library): The setting is a seamless, magical fusion of an ancient woodland and a grand library. The Trees: Towering, gnarled trees have trunks that are not just bark, but carved wooden bookshelves packed tight with thousands of leather-bound books, scrolls, and codices. The Canopy: The "leaves" above are a mixture of real green foliage and open book pages fluttering in the breeze, creating a stained-glass effect with the sunlight. The Floor: The forest floor is a mix of moss, roots, and stacks of old books that look like natural rock formations or undergrowth. School Elements: Old, weathered wooden school desks are integrated into the landscape, some overgrown with ivy, holding open botanical textbooks. A large slate chalkboard, covered in arcane botanical diagrams, is embedded into a mossy rock face. Composition: A wide-angle shot showing the scale of the environment as the tigress and kitten move along a path paved with worn flagstones and embedded encyclopedias.
Art Style & Atmosphere: A richly detailed, cinematic fantasy photograph with a whimsical, storybook quality. The lighting is dappled and golden, filtering through a complex canopy, creating a serene and wondrous atmosphere. The Subjects: A magnificent, large Bengal tigress with deep orange and black fur walks with a slow, confident stride through the center of the frame. Perched comfortably on her shoulder blades, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity, is a small tabby kitten with unusual, muted olive-green and brownish-grey striped fur. The Environment (The Forest-Library): The setting is a seamless, magical fusion of an ancient woodland and a grand library. The Trees: Towering, gnarled trees have trunks that are not just bark, but carved wooden bookshelves packed tight with thousands of leather-bound books, scrolls, and codices. The Canopy: The "leaves" above are a mixture of real green foliage and open book pages fluttering in the breeze, creating a stained-glass effect with the sunlight. The Floor: The forest floor is a mix of moss, roots, and stacks of old books that look like natural rock formations or undergrowth. School Elements: Old, weathered wooden school desks are integrated into the landscape, some overgrown with ivy, holding open botanical textbooks. A large slate chalkboard, covered in arcane botanical diagrams, is embedded into a mossy rock face. Composition: A wide-angle shot showing the scale of the environment as the tigress and kitten move along a path paved with worn flagstones and embedded encyclopedias.
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Seabiscuit vs. War Admiral (The Gaze) A hyper-realistic, high-resolution photograph capturing the apex of the 1938 match race between Seabiscuit and War Admiral. Focus: The composition is tight, showing both horses running neck-and-neck, dominating the frame. The camera angle is side-on and slightly low, emphasizing their size and muscle. The critical focus is on the space between the horses' heads as they are running stride for stride. Details: War Admiral (the dark bay) should show determination and slight surprise, with his head stretched out. Seabiscuit (the smaller bay) should display his characteristic "game" look—intense, focused, and seemingly looking directly into War Admiral's eyes (or toward his rival). Both jockeys (Red Pollard or George Woolf for Seabiscuit; Charles Kurtsinger for War Admiral) are visible, leaning low and urging their mounts on. Atmosphere: The light should be bright but slightly diffused, suggesting an autumn afternoon at Pimlico. Dust and track debris are kicked up behind them, blurred slightly by the horses' tremendous speed. The image must convey the raw power, intense rivalry, and the exact moment when the smaller horse asserts his dominance. Style: Cinematic photography, realistic texture, sharp focus on the horses' eyes and muscle definition.
Seabiscuit vs. War Admiral (The Gaze) A hyper-realistic, high-resolution photograph capturing the apex of the 1938 match race between Seabiscuit and War Admiral. Focus: The composition is tight, showing both horses running neck-and-neck, dominating the frame. The camera angle is side-on and slightly low, emphasizing their size and muscle. The critical focus is on the space between the horses' heads as they are running stride for stride. Details: War Admiral (the dark bay) should show determination and slight surprise, with his head stretched out. Seabiscuit (the smaller bay) should display his characteristic "game" look—intense, focused, and seemingly looking directly into War Admiral's eyes (or toward his rival). Both jockeys (Red Pollard or George Woolf for Seabiscuit; Charles Kurtsinger for War Admiral) are visible, leaning low and urging their mounts on. Atmosphere: The light should be bright but slightly diffused, suggesting an autumn afternoon at Pimlico. Dust and track debris are kicked up behind them, blurred slightly by the horses' tremendous speed. The image must convey the raw power, intense rivalry, and the exact moment when the smaller horse asserts his dominance. Style: Cinematic photography, realistic texture, sharp focus on the horses' eyes and muscle definition.
Seabiscuit vs. War Admiral (The Gaze) A hyper-realistic, high-resolution photograph capturing the apex of the 1938 match race between Seabiscuit and War Admiral. Focus: The composition is tight, showing both horses running neck-and-neck, dominating the frame. The camera angle is side-on and slightly low, emphasizing their size and muscle. The critical focus is on the space between the horses' heads as they are running stride for stride. Details: War Admiral (the dark bay) should show determination and slight surprise, with his head stretched out. Seabiscuit (the smaller bay) should display his characteristic "game" look—intense, focused, and seemingly looking directly into War Admiral's eyes (or toward his rival). Both jockeys (Red Pollard or George Woolf for Seabiscuit; Charles Kurtsinger for War Admiral) are visible, leaning low and urging their mounts on. Atmosphere: The light should be bright but slightly diffused, suggesting an autumn afternoon at Pimlico. Dust and track debris are kicked up behind them, blurred slightly by the horses' tremendous speed. The image must convey the raw power, intense rivalry, and the exact moment when the smaller horse asserts his dominance. Style: Cinematic photography, realistic texture, sharp focus on the horses' eyes and muscle definition.
Seabiscuit vs. War Admiral (The Gaze) A hyper-realistic, high-resolution photograph capturing the apex of the 1938 match race between Seabiscuit and War Admiral. Focus: The composition is tight, showing both horses running neck-and-neck, dominating the frame. The camera angle is side-on and slightly low, emphasizing their size and muscle. The critical focus is on the space between the horses' heads as they are running stride for stride. Details: War Admiral (the dark bay) should show determination and slight surprise, with his head stretched out. Seabiscuit (the smaller bay) should display his characteristic "game" look—intense, focused, and seemingly looking directly into War Admiral's eyes (or toward his rival). Both jockeys (Red Pollard or George Woolf for Seabiscuit; Charles Kurtsinger for War Admiral) are visible, leaning low and urging their mounts on. Atmosphere: The light should be bright but slightly diffused, suggesting an autumn afternoon at Pimlico. Dust and track debris are kicked up behind them, blurred slightly by the horses' tremendous speed. The image must convey the raw power, intense rivalry, and the exact moment when the smaller horse asserts his dominance. Style: Cinematic photography, realistic texture, sharp focus on the horses' eyes and muscle definition.
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
This is a great idea. For this version, let's lean even further into that "Elven High-Fantasy" aesthetic you like, but ground it in their specific Biblical legacy as the "hewers of wood and drawers of water" for the Tabernacle. In this prompt, we will portray their service not as a lowly task, but as a display of superhuman strength and grace—showing that even in their "servant" role, their "giant" nature and ancient wisdom remained visible. Written Prompt: The Sage-Giants of Gibeon Style: Cinematic High-Fantasy, 8k Resolution, Epic Scale. A blend of The Lord of the Rings aesthetic with Ancient Near Eastern Bronze Age history. The Subject: A group of three Gibeonite men, standing at a staggering height of 7.5 feet. They possess the ethereal, noble beauty of High Elves—sharp, intelligent Semitic features, high cheekbones, and long, dark hair intricately braided with silver and lapis lazuli. The Stature & Grace: They are lithe and muscular, moving with a fluid grace that defies their size. Despite their "giant" classification, they are elegant, not monstrous. The Role (Hewers and Drawers): > * One Gibeonite is seen effortlessly carrying a massive, ornate stone water jar on one shoulder that would require four normal men to lift. Another holds a bundle of enormous cedar logs, his posture straight and regal, showing no sign of strain. The Attire: They wear a mixture of their new culture and their old heritage. Fine linen tunics in ivory and deep blue are accented by ornate bronze bracers etched with ancient Canaanite geometry. Their clothing is weathered with the dust of the road but still looks "high-born." The Setting: They are standing on a high limestone ridge overlooking the ancient city of Gibeon. In the background, the Tabernacle's smoke rises into a golden sunset sky. The architecture around them consists of massive, "cyclopean" stone blocks that match their scale. Lighting & Atmosphere: Dramatic "God-rays" of sunlight pierce through the clouds, catching the metallic glint of their jewelry and the profound, wise expressions in their eyes. The mood is one of "Dignity in Service" and "Ancient Wisdom."