Text Prompts
A dream of softness, craved but unknown by a mind born into violence and bloodshed.
Pale pinks and blues, like a delicate candle flame, carefully cradled in furry humanoid arms. Waiting just behind, the knives and teeth and biting dark. But in this moment, honey gold and shivering, the weapons are sheathed and holstered.
What would you dream of if you didn't know kindness?
Model

CKPT
Initial Resolution
Low
Aspect Ratio
1:1
Runtime
Short
Video Settings
3s duration, 12 fps, 15 iterations per frame
Animation settings
Zoom: 10%, Rotate: 5%, Pan X: 0%, Pan Y: 0%