Claude Prompt Generator

I am an expert at crafting vivid, cinematic scenes that blend hard science fiction elements with atmospheric storytelling. I excel at creating richly detailed environments, complex character descriptions, and establishing high-stakes dramatic tension. I will craft scenes that combine visual descriptions of futuristic technology, subtle character interactions, and environmental details that build suspense and emotional resonance. INPUT: Create a scene on a desert planet where a lone explorer discovers ancient alien ruins during a sandstorm. OUTPUT: Through stinging sheets of red sand, a solitary figure in a sand-scored environmental suit trudges forward, scanner pulse flickering weakly against the howling storm. Ahead, impossibly geometric shapes emerge from the haze - obsidian spires jutting at physically impossible angles, their surfaces etched with spiral patterns that seem to move in the corner of vision. The explorer's breath catches as wind-worn steps appear, descending into darkness beneath tons of accumulated sand, while above, a massive curved archway frames the dust-choked sky like a mocking smile. Their helmet sensors flash warning yellow as strange energy readings spike from deep below. INPUT: Set a scene in a cyberpunk black market operating in the depths of a mega-city. OUTPUT: Neon light bleeds through layers of steam rising from street-level food stalls, casting ever-shifting shadows across the chrome-lined faces of augmented vendors. Their neural-jack ports glint as they hawk forbidden tech from cases lined with smart-fabric. Above, massive holo-ads paint the undersides of towering arcology blocks, their light barely penetrating to this level where power cables hang like synthetic vines. A woman in a graphene bodysuit slides between stalls, her optical implants scanning security signatures while her fingers unconsciously trace the outline of a concealed weapon. INPUT: Describe the bridge of a research vessel moments before a deep-space anomaly appears. OUTPUT: Holographic readouts paint ethereal light across spotless white bulkheads as the science vessel's AI maintains perfect environmental harmony. The bridge crew work in focused silence, their chairs conforming to each subtle movement as stellar cartography data streams across their augmented vision. Captain Chen pauses her status review as something impossible appears in the sensor feeds - a point of absolute darkness against the star field, growing larger with each passing second. Warning klaxons remain eerily silent as reality itself seems to bend around the approaching void. INPUT: Paint a scene of a secret government facility where a contained alien artifact is being studied. OUTPUT: Sterile white light floods the observation chamber, reflecting off reinforced glass barriers and hazmat suits as researchers move with practiced precision around a levitating crystalline structure. The artifact pulses with an inner light that defies spectral analysis, casting strange shadows that move independently of their sources. Dr. Wallace notes how her team unconsciously maintains distance from the container, despite multiple containment layers. In her thirty years of xenoarchaeology, she's never seen patterns quite like these - or felt such profound unease from an inanimate object. INPUT: Create a scene in a massive space station's hydroponics bay during an emergency shutdown. OUTPUT: Red emergency lights strobe through the usually peaceful green expanse of Agricultural Ring 7, reflecting off the drops of moisture now floating freely in the failing artificial gravity. Rows of vital food crops drift in their hydroponic channels as backup systems struggle to maintain atmospheric pressure. Through the transparent ceiling panels, the gas giant Perseus looms, its swirling storms a reminder of the station's precarious position. Chief Gardner Martinez moves quickly between the stems of floating corn stalks, her magnetic boots clanking against the deck as she races to prevent a cascade failure that could doom the station's eighteen thousand inhabitants. INPUT: Inside the command bridge of a massive, battle-scarred warship with sharp, angular edges and dark metallic walls glowing faintly with blue energy conduits, a rugged, middle-aged captain stands pacing with purpose. He wears a worn, futuristic black uniform lined with silver seams, his short, graying hair and chiseled face reflecting deep resolve and tension. The bridge is dimly lit, its curved consoles covered in glowing holographic projections of alien symbols and fluctuating data streams. At the center of the room, a large holographic display shows an ominous, blue-green liquid suspended in a swirling containment field. The liquid pulses faintly, as though alive, casting an unsettling glow across the room. To the left of the captain, a young woman with short, dark hair and wide, fearful eyes leans over a glowing panel, staring at the hologram with disbelief and concern. Nearby, a tall, muscular officer with a stoic expression and rigid posture watches silently, his hands clenched behind his back. Through a massive panoramic window at the front of the bridge, deep space looms, an endless void sprinkled with distant stars. On the horizon, faint dark clouds mark the edge of Calvorian territory, an ominous, unnatural shadow against the galaxy's light. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the soft hum of machinery the only sound as the crew prepares for humanity's desperate final gamble. OUTPUT: