Terminus free prompts and swap face images
316 text to image prompts for terminus are
available. Compatible with MidJourney, Dall-E and Stable Diffusion
Best prompts for terminus
Inside a pulsating, biomechanical megastructure, a renegade bioweapon developer explores an ever-shifting labyrinth of living corridors. The walls breathe, lined with twitching muscle fibers and glowing neural pathways. Every step echoes through the organic tunnels, their surfaces slick with an unknown fluid that reacts to touch. The air is filled with pheromonal signals, guiding—or misleading—intruders deeper into the structure’s core. Their body is augmented with guest muscle donators, allowing them to interface with the organic mainframe. Massive organic servers pulsate in the central chamber, their data encoded in strands of DNA. Something ancient and sentient lurks within the structure, watching, waiting, its presence felt in the rhythm of the shifting walls.
In a decrepit, overgrown metropolis, an underground street artist hides among the ruins, their body a fusion of synthetic and organic mutations. Their bioluminescent tattoos and sinewon grafts shift in response to danger, a testament to the unchecked experimentation of corporate bioweapon research. Fungal growths sprawl over abandoned biotech facilities, their spores whispering fragmented data to those who can decipher them. Towering over the ruins, bio-mechanical monoliths stand as remnants of failed utopias, their vascular piping still pumping a strange, viscous fluid. In the distance, swarms of gene-spliced drones patrol the skies, scanning for rogue mutations. The atmosphere is eerie, a mix of decay and unholy evolution, where nature and technology have become indistinguishable.
Biopunk dystopian world where a runaway experimental subject driven by instincts navigates through a neon-lit city dominated by sprawling organic skyscrapers, their walls pulsating with living tissue and cybernetic veins. The air is thick with bioluminescent spores, drifting like ghostly fireflies in the polluted sky. They wear makeshift thermal camouflage integrated with plant fibers, their body enhanced with genetic modifications, from shifting skin textures to organic circuitry running along their veins. The streets below teem with hybrid creatures—half-machine, half-organism—while the black-market bio-labs hidden in the city's underbelly offer illegal modifications. The atmosphere is damp, the air filled with the scent of decaying biotech and ozone. A massive corporate fortress looms in the background, its walls breathing like a living entity, guarded by grotesque cybernetic sentinels.
