Post an AI picture of Enya.

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I only just realised who the other two people were 😅 Mairéad (happy birthday to her 😊💝) and the guy (the Gaelic football manager Jim McGuinness).

I'm sure Enya would've told a few people who asked that something is in the works (and she probably gets jokes and hyperbole better than Dan, poor him. :D 😅)
 
disneyteletubby said:
I only just realised who the other two people were 😅 Mairéad (happy birthday to her 😊💝) and the guy (the Gaelic football manager Jim McGuinness).

I'm sure Enya would've told a few people who asked that something is in the works (and she probably gets jokes and hyperbole better than Dan, poor him. :D 😅)
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I just think, what if Captain safe socks is secretly Enya lol
 
(I did a few of Enya's bathroom concepts, but not many looking in the mirror with less makeup. This Lalique bathroom one didn't disappoint! :disco: ♡)
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(similar to recent picture but bathrobe)
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Need to do more nighttime lighting ones 🤩
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I like both for different reasons..!



Evolved from the 2nd (I think this looks more like her)

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What's with this portrayal haha 😅 Moya didn't go blonde in heaven, and Enya was in party mode 3 days ago. :D
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I wish these AI song ones would stop or actually make ones with her voice singing along. Only one channel other than my one taken down has done that so far haha
 
I asked the new picture in a painting style, just her and the poster behind
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Notice the poster detail on the little gold plaque :grin: ✨
 
Based on these two pictures of Enya
80s professional photo quality >>>>> any mobile phone photo
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I asked for a summer version and them looking at each other which seems a little different to expected
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A bit of a future scene too :disco: (and some Gaeilge 🗣️:ireland:🏞️)
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Nice! 😊 Though here's my interpretation (it made En a bit more colloquial Irish haha)
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Enya prefers to be repaid with a jam session :grin: 🎶
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The younger Enya voice version 💗

(the Prophet-5 synth was used in that song, admittedly more interestingly)
I think the song suits her mature voice better though

(Probably because of the reverb adjustment too 🪄)
 
Enya Dearest said:
It's such a shame that site shut down and we can't make covers from Enya anymore.😅
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There is another site where you can do some for free
easyaivoice.com

Easy AI Voice - RVC v2 Voice Conversion for Speech & Singing

Turn flat TTS into a real voice or create clean AI covers with 20,000+ RVC v2 models.
easyaivoice.com easyaivoice.com
but it's best with vocals extracted first (input).

Also this is the voice model link to the 2000s Enya voice

More here for Enya's voice (the .pth files)

AI voice models - Google Drive

drive.google.com drive.google.com
 
Enya suddenly thinks in Scots Gaelic instead of Irish 😅
(should read more like "má tá sí beó, cad atá á dhéanamh ag 'Enya An Ethereal' sa bhliain 2026?" )
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I like this but the cartoon outfit doesn't really look like Enya haha
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♡ but needed a few list corrections haha
and this :D
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The little studio had always felt larger when she was alone.

It was only the Ryan house extension in Artane—four walls, a piano, a synthesizer, cables that seemed to multiply overnight—but to twenty-four-year-old Enya it was a cathedral. The August evening sun slanted through the small window, painting amber bars across manuscript paper scattered over the desk. Somewhere downstairs a kettle clicked off. The house breathed with familiar life.

Up here, though, there was only silence.

Or at least there should have been.

Enya tapped her pencil against the edge of the manuscript.

One note.

Then another.

Neither felt right.

She sighed, rubbed her temple, and looked at the half-finished melody she'd been chasing for the better part of an hour.

"Come on..."

Nothing.

Instead of hearing music, her mind kept wandering somewhere entirely unhelpful.

She wasn't normally vain. At least she didn't think she was. But lately she'd become strangely aware of herself. Maybe it was all the television appearances. Maybe it was people beginning to recognise her. Maybe it was simply being twenty-four.

Whatever the reason, she'd caught herself looking in mirrors more often than she cared to admit.

She glanced toward the old oval mirror propped against the opposite wall.

"Oh, stop it," she muttered to herself with an embarrassed smile.

Compose.

Not preen.

She reached for another sheet of manuscript paper.

Then stopped.

The mirror...

...was glowing.

Not reflecting sunlight.

Glowing.

A ring of blue-white light swirled across the glass like stars caught in water.

Enya slowly stood.

"...Hello?"

The room offered no answer.

She took one cautious step.

Then another.

The reflection she'd expected—her striped jacket, tousled dark hair, wide green-grey eyes—simply wasn't there anymore.

Instead...

A woman.

Older.

Much older.

The same eyes.

The same smile.

The same unmistakable face.

But softened by time rather than diminished by it.

Her dark hair was shorter, her features lined gently with experience, dressed in a floral blouse that somehow suited her perfectly.

She looked... radiant.

Enya's hand flew to her mouth.

"No..."

The older woman seemed just as startled.

They stared at each other through impossible glass.

Enya instinctively reached out.

The woman in the mirror did the same.

Their fingertips stopped inches apart.

"That's..."

She swallowed.

"...me."

Her knees suddenly felt weak.

Her gaze darted over every detail, searching desperately for differences.

The eyes.

Still bright.

The smile.

Still mischievous.

The warmth.

Still unmistakably hers.

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

It was half hysterical.

Half delighted.

"Oh, feck me..."

She covered her face.

"...I'm still hot at sixty-five?"

The absurdity of the thought made her laugh harder, even as tears began gathering in her eyes.

It wasn't vanity.

Not really.

It was relief.

She'd never realised she'd been afraid.

Afraid that time might erase her.

Instead...

There she was.

Still herself.

Still beautiful.

Still...

Enya.

The woman in the mirror smiled knowingly, almost as though she'd heard every thought.

Before either of them could move—

"Enya?"

The studio door opened.

Roma Ryan stepped inside carrying two mugs of tea.

"I thought you might need a—"

The blue light vanished.

The mirror became an ordinary mirror once again.

Enya spun around so quickly she nearly knocked the chair over.

"Roma!"

Roma blinked.

"...You alright?"

"I..."

Enya looked back.

Nothing.

Only her own bewildered reflection.

"I saw..."

She laughed nervously.

"This is going to sound completely mad."

Roma set the mugs down.

"When has that ever stopped you?"

Enya managed a weak smile.

"There was... someone in the mirror."

Roma folded her arms.

"Someone?"

"Me."

A pause.

"...Older."

Another pause.

"Much older."

Roma didn't laugh.

Didn't roll her eyes.

Didn't ask whether she'd been working too hard.

Instead she walked over and gently squeezed Enya's shoulder.

"So?"

"So?"

Enya stared at her.

"I just saw myself forty years from now!"

"And?"

"I..."

She searched for words.

"I looked..."

She felt herself blushing.

"...rather nice."

Roma burst into warm laughter.

"Is that what's upset you?"

"It isn't upsetting!"

"It sounds like you're having an existential crisis because Future You aged gracefully."

Enya couldn't help smiling.

"When you put it like that..."

Roma leaned against the piano.

"Tell me honestly."

Enya hesitated.

"I think..."

She looked back at the mirror.

"...I was frightened."

"Of getting older?"

She nodded.

"I didn't even know I was."

Roma was quiet for a moment.

Then she picked up one of the sheets of unfinished manuscript.

"You know what I noticed?"

"What?"

"This."

She held up the melody.

"You've spent the last week trying to perfect these eight bars."

Enya groaned.

"Don't remind me."

"You care because you want people to remember them."

"I suppose."

Roma smiled.

"If what you saw was real..."

She tapped the manuscript gently.

"...then yes, you'll still have your looks to surprise yourself with."

Enya laughed through lingering tears.

"But I rather think you'll have something even better."

"The music."

"The music."

Roma laid the manuscript back on the piano.

"Faces change."

She shrugged.

"Even beautiful ones."

"But songs..."

Her smile grew softer.

"...songs don't grow old."

Enya looked at the empty mirror one last time.

For a fleeting second she almost thought she saw the older woman wink.

Then there was only her own reflection again.

Twenty-four.

Confused.

Inspired.

Hopeful.

She sat back down at the piano.

Placed her fingers on the keys.

The melody she'd been chasing all afternoon suddenly arrived as naturally as breathing.

Roma smiled into her tea.

"There she is."

The first notes floated through the little studio in Artane.

Outside, Dublin carried on exactly as before.

Inside, although neither woman could possibly have explained why, the future suddenly felt less frightening—

and infinitely more beautiful.
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I liked that article above and wanted to do a similar one (the title below was my idea, and vibrant colours instead of faded or pastel)
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Hopefully 💗🎶🤞
 
Random cat ones I was meaning to share in June-July 🐱
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Above based on 1978 memory, below is some CGI style of 2001 mv for Wild Child
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Supposed to be yesterday evening 🥹 (also the best 'watching tv' generated images I've done :disco:)

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With flamingo lamp (didn't quite get the flamingo-shaped lamp) :enya: and a Squishmallow (because it's soft and she can afford them) shutters, vase, photo and album, etc.. 💤🩷
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It ended up not quite looking like her when I added these
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disneyteletubby said:
Not the clearest but I like her style, kind of bohemian
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I chose the book Eithne's reading 🎹🖤 (but the one Roma's reading was published 1987, a year or two in the future 😅)
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Later that day/early the next day...
Pringles tub is anachronistic :D (like today's when they actually looked more like this back in the early half of the 80s)
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Enya had fallen asleep and Roma (then a mum to young daughters) had found En on the sofa in the early hours. Not angry, but lightly amused at her lodger. :laugh:
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I love the idea of this happening or being captured :D🍷💫:sleepy:🤗
 
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