Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: (blockin in oil painting technique image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Analog Film
Prompt: (blockin in oil painting technique image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Pixel Art
Prompt: (blockin in oil painting technique image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Line Art
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Isometric
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Origami
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Analog Film
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique abstract image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: (blocking in oil painting technique image) The mirror of a lustrum. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Anime
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Photographic
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Low Poly
Prompt: /dream prompt:cartel of colorfull reticulated lion´s head, imponent black ford mustang 1996, vintage
Negative: people
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: creates an image that explores the nostalgic essence of the 1990s with this captivating image that fuses the majesty of a lion with the timeless power of a black 1996 Ford Mustang. Immerse yourself in a vintage scene where the lion, imposing and serene, stands next to the iconic automobile in a setting that evokes the nostalgia of a bygone era. Soft lighting and warm tones highlight the Mustang's details, emphasizing its classic and elegant design. All around, elements of the 1990s adorn the scene: cassettes, compact discs, analog cameras and other iconic objects of the era. The image captures the essence of an era where technology and culture were uniquely intertwined. Ideal for adorning a themed boutique bar, this visual work transports viewers to an era full of style and character. The combination of the lion and Mustang evokes a sense of strength and elegance, creating a unique piece that will appeal to lovers of nostalgia and classic design. Immerse yourself in the past and enjoy the magic of the 90's with this image perfect for decorating a space with vintage charm!
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: young Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He wears no costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black. his face is grim, reflecting intensity, roaring with fangs. small nose like voldemort.
Negative: deformed, costume, armor, clothing, pupils, eyebrows
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: young Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He wears no costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black. his face is grim, reflecting intensity, roaring with fangs. small nose like voldemort.
Negative: deformed, nose, costume, armor, leather
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: young Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He wears no costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black. his face is grim, reflecting intensity, roaring with fangs. small nose like voldemort.
Negative: deformed, any clothes, leather, armor,
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He wears no costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black. his face is grim, reflecting intensity, roaring with fangs. small nose like voldemort.
Negative: deformed, suit, armor, jewerly, weapons
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with alien gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He does not wear any kind of costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black.
Negative: costume, armor, clothes
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He does not wear any kind of costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black.
Negative: suits, armors, deformed,
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He does not wear any kind of costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black.
Negative: deformed hands, deformed
Style: Photographic
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Pixel Art
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Line Art
Prompt: perfect Impasto oil technique abstract image... It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: ugly, deformed, author signature
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: perfect Impasto oil technique abstract image... It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: ugly, deformed, author signature
Style: Tile Texture
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Line Art
Prompt: antihero with long white hair, non-human face with gray skin, no eyebrows, no pupils but flaming red eyes. athletic body, shoulders with red reticulated skin, chest with red reticulated skin, rest of the body with black reticulated skin, in position ready for action, the context is a combat scene against alien beings.
Negative: deformed
Style: Photographic
