Never Knew You: Convicts in eerie prison cell.

A prisoner trapped inside a small egg-shaped prison cell. We are with the prisoner, inside the cell which is lit with solid glowing walls. It is very claustophobic. --ar 16:9 --v 5.0

A dark, horror-themed cover art for a song titled 'Never Knew You,' featuring a prisoner as the central figure. The prisoner is shown in a haunting, shadowy setting, with a black bar obscuring his eyes to symbolize anonymity and lost identity. His face is pale and gaunt, reflecting torment and despair. The background is a dimly lit prison cell with cracked walls and flickering blue lights, casting eerie shadows across the scene. The overall color palette is dominated by dark blues and blacks, creating a chilling, oppressive atmosphere. Wisps of cold blue mist float in the air, adding to the eerie, horror vibe. The title text appears in a distorted, unsettling font, glowing faintly in a pale blue hue, positioned below the figure for an ominous effect --v 6.0

prison guards monitoring the prison cell in a room with holographic dashboards

a prisoner, middle-aged white man, in a distant high up window of an old victorian prison, viewed from a distance outside the prison, face in the window, despondent scene, old Victorian prison, UK, photogrpahic, award-winning image, --no bad quality, low resolution, image with artifacts, image with animation, image with drawing, image with painting, unreal, bad fingers, bad hands, bad face, --ar 3:2 --v 6.0

an extremely beautiful young slender clean shaven Indian policeman is standing in the middle of a cell looking afraid while a young male prisoner is holding him tightly from behind by the waist in order to comfort him

panopticon prison with magical realism lights, a toddler watching from the watchtower, one prison cell glows strong blue light with a prisoner in majestic pose

A hyper-realistic, dark horror-themed cover art for a song titled 'Hey, It's Me,' featuring a sinister prisoner making a phone call using an old 1980s rotary phone. The prisoner is seated in a dimly lit, decaying prison cell, with his face partially obscured by shadow and a black bar covering his eyes, symbolizing lost identity. His hand grips the phone tightly, with pale, scarred skin and dirty fingernails, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The phone’s receiver emits a faint, eerie glow, casting ominous blue light onto the prisoner’s gaunt, haunting features. The background shows cracked walls, rusted bars, and a flickering blue light, enhancing the eerie, oppressive mood. The phone cord is unnaturally twisted and tangled on the dusty floor. The color palette is dominated by deep blues and blacks, adding to the chilling, dark atmosphere. The title text appears in a distorted, horror-style font, glowing faintly in a cold blue hue, placed subtly beneath the prisoner. --v 6.0

a group of female inmates standing in a small cell eating cucumber sandwiches --ar 16:9

Interior of a dimly lit prison cell, iron bars casting shadows, austere, confining, somber, concrete walls with faded graffiti, creating a oppressive and isolating atmosphere, high-contrast black and white photography style, harsh overhead lighting creating stark shadows, monochromatic tones emphasizing textures and shadows, Leica M10 Monochrom for exceptional black and white imagery, 35mm f/1.4 lens for a cinematic look, --ar 4:5 --v 6.0 --stylize 250 --chaos 30 --weird 200

al capone in alcatraz

All the things you'd say All the things you'd say All the things you'd say I let it fall, my heart And as it fell, you rose to claim it It was dark and I was over Until you kissed my lips and you saved me My hands, they're strong But my knees were far too weak To stand in your arms Without falling to your feet But there's a side to you That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true And the games you play You would always win, always win But I set fire to the rain Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name Your name But I set fire to the rain Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name Your name All the things you'd say But I set fire All the things you'd say All the things you'd say

Hyper Realistic African Muslim Shaykh writing a book in an old prison cell