Eathanor
@eathanor.bsky.social
Enter a world where AI meets darkness and fantasy. Realms of Gothic mystery and surreal visions come to life, creating doorways to other universes.
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Eathanor
@eathanor.bsky.social
· Nov 20
This starter kit does not claim to be exhaustive, and reflects only my own preferences. It will be enriched as I make new discoveries. But each of these artists here represents a unique voice in the ever-evolving dialogue between human creativity and machine intelligence.
Drifting Toward the Edge of Dawn
Good morning — may your day sail as smoothly as a crimson vessel across still waters. 🌊
#MysticWaters #SurrealCalm #AbstractDream
Good morning — may your day sail as smoothly as a crimson vessel across still waters. 🌊
#MysticWaters #SurrealCalm #AbstractDream
December 4, 2025 at 8:14 AM
Drifting Toward the Edge of Dawn
Good morning — may your day sail as smoothly as a crimson vessel across still waters. 🌊
#MysticWaters #SurrealCalm #AbstractDream
Good morning — may your day sail as smoothly as a crimson vessel across still waters. 🌊
#MysticWaters #SurrealCalm #AbstractDream
The Silent Lake of Eternal Night
Good night, dreamers — may the moon guard your sleep and the mist weave silver spells around your rest. 🌙✨
#GothicLandscape #EtherealForest #MysticNight
Good night, dreamers — may the moon guard your sleep and the mist weave silver spells around your rest. 🌙✨
#GothicLandscape #EtherealForest #MysticNight
December 3, 2025 at 9:22 PM
The Silent Lake of Eternal Night
Good night, dreamers — may the moon guard your sleep and the mist weave silver spells around your rest. 🌙✨
#GothicLandscape #EtherealForest #MysticNight
Good night, dreamers — may the moon guard your sleep and the mist weave silver spells around your rest. 🌙✨
#GothicLandscape #EtherealForest #MysticNight
Ghost Ship of the Eternal Storm
A colossal vessel emerges, sails stretched like the wings of a phantom. Its red hull drinks the thunderstorm, carrying secrets older than oceans, bound to no port, doomed to endless wandering.
#EpicFantasy #DarkSeas #MysticVoyage
A colossal vessel emerges, sails stretched like the wings of a phantom. Its red hull drinks the thunderstorm, carrying secrets older than oceans, bound to no port, doomed to endless wandering.
#EpicFantasy #DarkSeas #MysticVoyage
December 3, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Ghost Ship of the Eternal Storm
A colossal vessel emerges, sails stretched like the wings of a phantom. Its red hull drinks the thunderstorm, carrying secrets older than oceans, bound to no port, doomed to endless wandering.
#EpicFantasy #DarkSeas #MysticVoyage
A colossal vessel emerges, sails stretched like the wings of a phantom. Its red hull drinks the thunderstorm, carrying secrets older than oceans, bound to no port, doomed to endless wandering.
#EpicFantasy #DarkSeas #MysticVoyage
Gathered in the Fire
Figures shrouded in decay bow to a burning wound in the sky — a ritual of shadows, a prayer etched in horror’s red mist. Who among them dares to speak when silence itself becomes sacred?
#DarkRitual #GothicHorror #SurrealVisions
Figures shrouded in decay bow to a burning wound in the sky — a ritual of shadows, a prayer etched in horror’s red mist. Who among them dares to speak when silence itself becomes sacred?
#DarkRitual #GothicHorror #SurrealVisions
December 3, 2025 at 11:43 AM
Gathered in the Fire
Figures shrouded in decay bow to a burning wound in the sky — a ritual of shadows, a prayer etched in horror’s red mist. Who among them dares to speak when silence itself becomes sacred?
#DarkRitual #GothicHorror #SurrealVisions
Figures shrouded in decay bow to a burning wound in the sky — a ritual of shadows, a prayer etched in horror’s red mist. Who among them dares to speak when silence itself becomes sacred?
#DarkRitual #GothicHorror #SurrealVisions
Horizons of Silent Fire
Good morning, wanderers of shadow and light — may your day ignite with quiet brilliance and end in peace. 🌅✨
#EtherealLight #AbstractDreams #SurrealHorizon
Good morning, wanderers of shadow and light — may your day ignite with quiet brilliance and end in peace. 🌅✨
#EtherealLight #AbstractDreams #SurrealHorizon
December 3, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Horizons of Silent Fire
Good morning, wanderers of shadow and light — may your day ignite with quiet brilliance and end in peace. 🌅✨
#EtherealLight #AbstractDreams #SurrealHorizon
Good morning, wanderers of shadow and light — may your day ignite with quiet brilliance and end in peace. 🌅✨
#EtherealLight #AbstractDreams #SurrealHorizon
Good night—may your sleep be wrapped in violet dreams and shadowed silence, where the world dissolves into mystery and calm. 🌌✨
#DarkFantasy #Ethereal #SurrealLandscape
#DarkFantasy #Ethereal #SurrealLandscape
December 2, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Good night—may your sleep be wrapped in violet dreams and shadowed silence, where the world dissolves into mystery and calm. 🌌✨
#DarkFantasy #Ethereal #SurrealLandscape
#DarkFantasy #Ethereal #SurrealLandscape
"When the Seraphs Wrapped the Monster"
Shrouded in rags, the horned beast erupts in crimson fury, its entrails painting the earth. Ghostly forms cling like judges of fire and ruin.
#Macabre #DarkSurrealism #GothicArt
Shrouded in rags, the horned beast erupts in crimson fury, its entrails painting the earth. Ghostly forms cling like judges of fire and ruin.
#Macabre #DarkSurrealism #GothicArt
December 2, 2025 at 5:00 PM
"When the Seraphs Wrapped the Monster"
Shrouded in rags, the horned beast erupts in crimson fury, its entrails painting the earth. Ghostly forms cling like judges of fire and ruin.
#Macabre #DarkSurrealism #GothicArt
Shrouded in rags, the horned beast erupts in crimson fury, its entrails painting the earth. Ghostly forms cling like judges of fire and ruin.
#Macabre #DarkSurrealism #GothicArt
"The Gentleman Without a Face"
Beneath the finery, his visage is devoured by ruin. The lace whispers of elegance, yet the gaze is swallowed by horror—an aristocracy of scars.
#DarkArt #Macabre #GothicHorror
Beneath the finery, his visage is devoured by ruin. The lace whispers of elegance, yet the gaze is swallowed by horror—an aristocracy of scars.
#DarkArt #Macabre #GothicHorror
December 2, 2025 at 12:13 PM
"The Gentleman Without a Face"
Beneath the finery, his visage is devoured by ruin. The lace whispers of elegance, yet the gaze is swallowed by horror—an aristocracy of scars.
#DarkArt #Macabre #GothicHorror
Beneath the finery, his visage is devoured by ruin. The lace whispers of elegance, yet the gaze is swallowed by horror—an aristocracy of scars.
#DarkArt #Macabre #GothicHorror
Good morning—may your day begin like a calm voyage across silver waters, carrying you gently toward hidden wonders. 🌫️✨
#Ethereal #Dreamlike #RomanticGothic
#Ethereal #Dreamlike #RomanticGothic
December 2, 2025 at 8:10 AM
Good morning—may your day begin like a calm voyage across silver waters, carrying you gently toward hidden wonders. 🌫️✨
#Ethereal #Dreamlike #RomanticGothic
#Ethereal #Dreamlike #RomanticGothic
Good night—may your dreams weave themselves in silence, like shadows carved in stone, carrying you gently into the realm of mysteries. 🌙✨
#Mystic #EtherealArt #BaroqueFantasy
#Mystic #EtherealArt #BaroqueFantasy
December 1, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Good night—may your dreams weave themselves in silence, like shadows carved in stone, carrying you gently into the realm of mysteries. 🌙✨
#Mystic #EtherealArt #BaroqueFantasy
#Mystic #EtherealArt #BaroqueFantasy
"Bones of the Pilgrim King"
Draped in lace and shadows, the skeletal wanderer rides upon a graveyard of bones. His silence resounds louder than any hymn, an ode to the endless march of decay.
#Macabre #DarkFantasy #GothicArt
Draped in lace and shadows, the skeletal wanderer rides upon a graveyard of bones. His silence resounds louder than any hymn, an ode to the endless march of decay.
#Macabre #DarkFantasy #GothicArt
December 1, 2025 at 5:01 PM
"Bones of the Pilgrim King"
Draped in lace and shadows, the skeletal wanderer rides upon a graveyard of bones. His silence resounds louder than any hymn, an ode to the endless march of decay.
#Macabre #DarkFantasy #GothicArt
Draped in lace and shadows, the skeletal wanderer rides upon a graveyard of bones. His silence resounds louder than any hymn, an ode to the endless march of decay.
#Macabre #DarkFantasy #GothicArt
In the doorway she lingers, eyes vast as voids, dress stained with silence. Is she waiting, or has she always been there—part of the walls, part of the shadows?
#HorrorArt #DarkSurrealism #Haunted
#HorrorArt #DarkSurrealism #Haunted
December 1, 2025 at 12:08 PM
In the doorway she lingers, eyes vast as voids, dress stained with silence. Is she waiting, or has she always been there—part of the walls, part of the shadows?
#HorrorArt #DarkSurrealism #Haunted
#HorrorArt #DarkSurrealism #Haunted
Good morning and may your week unfold like a vast horizon—mysterious, luminous, and filled with hidden wonders. 🌄✨
#Gothic #FantasyLandscape #Ethereal
#Gothic #FantasyLandscape #Ethereal
December 1, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Good morning and may your week unfold like a vast horizon—mysterious, luminous, and filled with hidden wonders. 🌄✨
#Gothic #FantasyLandscape #Ethereal
#Gothic #FantasyLandscape #Ethereal
Good night, wanderers of shadows 🌙 May your dreams carry you safely beyond the ruins, into luminous rest.
November 30, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Good night, wanderers of shadows 🌙 May your dreams carry you safely beyond the ruins, into luminous rest.
An armored and fantasy figure stands scarred and defiant, a relic of battles carved in blood. Behind him, the banner trembles like a shadowed hymn of war, brutal and timeless. Is he guardian, executioner, or the last survivor of forgotten oaths?
November 30, 2025 at 6:09 PM
An armored and fantasy figure stands scarred and defiant, a relic of battles carved in blood. Behind him, the banner trembles like a shadowed hymn of war, brutal and timeless. Is he guardian, executioner, or the last survivor of forgotten oaths?
Amid a baroque explosion of petals and shadows, a woman surrenders her breath to the forest. Gothic serenity mingles with fantasy light, as if nature itself were whispering secrets through her hair. What vow is sealed in this floral incantation?
November 30, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Amid a baroque explosion of petals and shadows, a woman surrenders her breath to the forest. Gothic serenity mingles with fantasy light, as if nature itself were whispering secrets through her hair. What vow is sealed in this floral incantation?
Good morning, dreamers 🌸✨ May your day unfold like a sky of colors, carrying you toward wonder and quiet strength.
November 30, 2025 at 9:43 AM
Good morning, dreamers 🌸✨ May your day unfold like a sky of colors, carrying you toward wonder and quiet strength.
Good night, wanderers of the dream. 🌙 May the moon guide you through the surreal landscapes of your slumber.
November 29, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Good night, wanderers of the dream. 🌙 May the moon guide you through the surreal landscapes of your slumber.
A figure robed in fire stands between shadow and radiance, its skeletal form etched in horror and fantasy. Cloaked in crimson, it gestures toward silence, as though summoning a forgotten rite. Does it beckon salvation, or an end beyond dreaming?
November 29, 2025 at 7:09 PM
A figure robed in fire stands between shadow and radiance, its skeletal form etched in horror and fantasy. Cloaked in crimson, it gestures toward silence, as though summoning a forgotten rite. Does it beckon salvation, or an end beyond dreaming?
A colossal orb balances above molten cliffs, wrapped in surreal cascades of color. The scene feels both cosmic and baroque, a mystic symphony of fire and stone dissolving into eternity. Is it the birth of a world, or its last breath?
November 29, 2025 at 2:54 PM
A colossal orb balances above molten cliffs, wrapped in surreal cascades of color. The scene feels both cosmic and baroque, a mystic symphony of fire and stone dissolving into eternity. Is it the birth of a world, or its last breath?
Good morning and a wonderful weekend ahead! 🌊✨ May your days be filled with light, mystery, and a touch of magic.
November 29, 2025 at 10:04 AM
Good morning and a wonderful weekend ahead! 🌊✨ May your days be filled with light, mystery, and a touch of magic.
"Ruins Beneath the Shadowed Fog"
🌙 Good night, dreamers. May the cathedral of mist guard your sleep and carry your wishes safely into dawn.
🌙 Good night, dreamers. May the cathedral of mist guard your sleep and carry your wishes safely into dawn.
November 28, 2025 at 10:42 PM
"Ruins Beneath the Shadowed Fog"
🌙 Good night, dreamers. May the cathedral of mist guard your sleep and carry your wishes safely into dawn.
🌙 Good night, dreamers. May the cathedral of mist guard your sleep and carry your wishes safely into dawn.
"The Faceless Encounter"
Two figures meet in a mystic haze, their faces erased by the void. One carries the burden of a suitcase heavy with untold stories, the other lingers like a phantom of memory. Are they strangers—or fragments of the same dream?
Two figures meet in a mystic haze, their faces erased by the void. One carries the burden of a suitcase heavy with untold stories, the other lingers like a phantom of memory. Are they strangers—or fragments of the same dream?
November 28, 2025 at 5:50 PM
"The Faceless Encounter"
Two figures meet in a mystic haze, their faces erased by the void. One carries the burden of a suitcase heavy with untold stories, the other lingers like a phantom of memory. Are they strangers—or fragments of the same dream?
Two figures meet in a mystic haze, their faces erased by the void. One carries the burden of a suitcase heavy with untold stories, the other lingers like a phantom of memory. Are they strangers—or fragments of the same dream?
"A Window into the Desert’s Dream"
A solitary figure stands before a colossal frame, where reality bends into art. The barren desert stretches on, surreal and eternal, yet the painting opens another horizon. Which world is truer—the one outside, or the one within?
A solitary figure stands before a colossal frame, where reality bends into art. The barren desert stretches on, surreal and eternal, yet the painting opens another horizon. Which world is truer—the one outside, or the one within?
November 28, 2025 at 12:10 PM
"A Window into the Desert’s Dream"
A solitary figure stands before a colossal frame, where reality bends into art. The barren desert stretches on, surreal and eternal, yet the painting opens another horizon. Which world is truer—the one outside, or the one within?
A solitary figure stands before a colossal frame, where reality bends into art. The barren desert stretches on, surreal and eternal, yet the painting opens another horizon. Which world is truer—the one outside, or the one within?
🌞 Good morning, wanderers. The weekend is near—let joy flow like ink upon the page of your day.
She leans upon ancient tomes. The water mirrors her solitude, surreal and dreamlike. What truth lies hidden in the gothic shimmer of her reflection?
She leans upon ancient tomes. The water mirrors her solitude, surreal and dreamlike. What truth lies hidden in the gothic shimmer of her reflection?
November 28, 2025 at 7:47 AM
🌞 Good morning, wanderers. The weekend is near—let joy flow like ink upon the page of your day.
She leans upon ancient tomes. The water mirrors her solitude, surreal and dreamlike. What truth lies hidden in the gothic shimmer of her reflection?
She leans upon ancient tomes. The water mirrors her solitude, surreal and dreamlike. What truth lies hidden in the gothic shimmer of her reflection?