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The Magician - Space Crimes
3D Render by slofkoskyThe curtains slide open with a low mechanical hiss revealing an empty stage shrouded in eerie shadows. A few scattered props lie haphazardly across the floor; a broken wand, a toppled chair, and a blood-red scarf draped ominously over a magician’s hat. Moments later, a lone magician strides onto the stage pushing a man locked in a glass enclosure. The tank glints under the stage lights, the reflection of the prison distorting the panicked expression of the man inside.
The magician halts center stage, his gold embroidered robes glinting under the harsh spotlight. His smile spreads wide as he gestures to the man in the tank. “Behold! John, the great detective, helpless in his prison! Encased in two inches of impenetrable glass with… shall we say, about ten minutes of air remaining?His voice carries an unsettling cheer, each word slicing through the tense silence of the audience.
With a theatrical clap of his hands, the magician signals the start of the act. Jets of water begin to hiss and gurgle into the tank, snaking slowly up John's ankles. He pounds his fists against the glass, the muffled thuds barely audible over the mounting tension in the room. His shouts are lost, swallowed by the deadly clarity of the enclosure. The audience leans forward, spellbound with some gripping their seats.
“But wait!the magician announces with mock surprise, spinning on his heel to face the crowd. “Why should only one life hang in the balance? Let us raise the stakes!He snaps his fingers, and the stage lights dim, casting long, flickering shadows. Two assistants wheel in a wooden table with Madeline lying atop it, her figure as still and serene as a porcelain doll in the bright spotlights. Her black skirt flapping like oil under the muted spotlight.
“Applaud for Madeline, the unmovablehe commands, his voice rich with theatrical bravado. The audience erupts into nervous clapping, unsure if they’re witnessing entertainment or something far darker. As the applause dies, the magician's face hardens into a mask of focus, and the stage lights narrow, isolating him and Madeline in a cone of cold light. He clasps his hands together, murmuring inaudibly, before parting them with an exaggerated flourish. A ghostly blue light emanates from his palms, curling downward like tendrils of smoke. It envelops Madeline in a soft glow, her figure almost ethereal under the nebula-like sheen.
The crowd watches, mesmerized, as Madeline’s body begins to rise. Her limbs remain lifeless, dangling as though pulled by invisible strings. The wooden table creaks beneath her weight before she hovers inches above it, then feet, suspended midair as if gravity itself had surrendered. Gasps ripple through the audience. The magician stands triumphant, his eyes flicking back to the tank, where John’s struggles grow more desperate as the water climbs toward his waist.
“And now...the magician bellows, his voice reverberating like a war drum, “watch as I send this lovely assistant beyond the stars, into the vast, unending void of space itself!
He bends, retrieving a silver ring from the floor, deceptively mundane until he shakes it momentarily in a rehearsed manner. In an instant, flames roar to life along its edge, casting flickering light across his crazed grin. He raises the flaming circle high, its glow reflected in Madeline’s still face. The audience recoils, the thrill of amazement giving way to unease.
“Tik tok, Johnthe magician sneers, his tone dripping with malice as he strides toward the tank. The water is now at John’s stomach. The detective slams his fists into the glass harder, his breath fogging the inside of the tank as the remaining air vanishes. “Can you save her… before you drown?
The magician pauses for a moment, savoring the tension that chokes the room, before breaking into a wide grin. “Of course, if you can’t…he cackles, swinging the flaming ring toward Madeline. “Well, it’s all part of the show!
NOTES:-----------------
26 days since my last true render.
NO AI just a TON of Affinity Photo 1.0 edits over weeks of trying to get a better picture.
The magician halts center stage, his gold embroidered robes glinting under the harsh spotlight. His smile spreads wide as he gestures to the man in the tank. “Behold! John, the great detective, helpless in his prison! Encased in two inches of impenetrable glass with… shall we say, about ten minutes of air remaining?His voice carries an unsettling cheer, each word slicing through the tense silence of the audience.
With a theatrical clap of his hands, the magician signals the start of the act. Jets of water begin to hiss and gurgle into the tank, snaking slowly up John's ankles. He pounds his fists against the glass, the muffled thuds barely audible over the mounting tension in the room. His shouts are lost, swallowed by the deadly clarity of the enclosure. The audience leans forward, spellbound with some gripping their seats.
“But wait!the magician announces with mock surprise, spinning on his heel to face the crowd. “Why should only one life hang in the balance? Let us raise the stakes!He snaps his fingers, and the stage lights dim, casting long, flickering shadows. Two assistants wheel in a wooden table with Madeline lying atop it, her figure as still and serene as a porcelain doll in the bright spotlights. Her black skirt flapping like oil under the muted spotlight.
“Applaud for Madeline, the unmovablehe commands, his voice rich with theatrical bravado. The audience erupts into nervous clapping, unsure if they’re witnessing entertainment or something far darker. As the applause dies, the magician's face hardens into a mask of focus, and the stage lights narrow, isolating him and Madeline in a cone of cold light. He clasps his hands together, murmuring inaudibly, before parting them with an exaggerated flourish. A ghostly blue light emanates from his palms, curling downward like tendrils of smoke. It envelops Madeline in a soft glow, her figure almost ethereal under the nebula-like sheen.
The crowd watches, mesmerized, as Madeline’s body begins to rise. Her limbs remain lifeless, dangling as though pulled by invisible strings. The wooden table creaks beneath her weight before she hovers inches above it, then feet, suspended midair as if gravity itself had surrendered. Gasps ripple through the audience. The magician stands triumphant, his eyes flicking back to the tank, where John’s struggles grow more desperate as the water climbs toward his waist.
“And now...the magician bellows, his voice reverberating like a war drum, “watch as I send this lovely assistant beyond the stars, into the vast, unending void of space itself!
He bends, retrieving a silver ring from the floor, deceptively mundane until he shakes it momentarily in a rehearsed manner. In an instant, flames roar to life along its edge, casting flickering light across his crazed grin. He raises the flaming circle high, its glow reflected in Madeline’s still face. The audience recoils, the thrill of amazement giving way to unease.
“Tik tok, Johnthe magician sneers, his tone dripping with malice as he strides toward the tank. The water is now at John’s stomach. The detective slams his fists into the glass harder, his breath fogging the inside of the tank as the remaining air vanishes. “Can you save her… before you drown?
The magician pauses for a moment, savoring the tension that chokes the room, before breaking into a wide grin. “Of course, if you can’t…he cackles, swinging the flaming ring toward Madeline. “Well, it’s all part of the show!
NOTES:-----------------
26 days since my last true render.
NO AI just a TON of Affinity Photo 1.0 edits over weeks of trying to get a better picture.
slofkosky
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Wed, Jan 29Thank you very very much maru_berlin! I'm still not happy with the scene...
maru_berlin
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Wed, Jan 29*wink* show me an artist that is at the end of the process of creation. Just stay away from knives and ears... ;D
My friend, is it not time to do a full feature story? 40K for a short story should be an easy stroll for you? You can tell wonderful stories with that imaginative mind of yours.
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Mon, Feb 03Aograi! Thank you very much for your help with this idea on Instagram. My problem is just not being consistent and keeping on track. That is a discipline that I seem to lack but am working on. I always appreciate you and what you create my friend!
She'll have to save you this time John. You can't always be the hero. (or something like that). The story is suspenseful and the scene is engaging. Well done.
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Mon, Feb 03Perhaps it is Madeline that can turn this situation around. Other possibilities could be that someone in the audience is part of the backup. Like a commissioner Gordon mentality who works with them as the enforcement portion of their investigations who might save the day. I so appreciate your words Blue Flame... thank you!
love the story as well slofkosky
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Mon, Feb 03Eligodesign! I need to learn to use the icons on top to see when someone responds to imagery. I'm so use to the crippled Daz gallery where you get no notifications at all. Thank you very kindly for everything and everything you do my friend.
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