Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:0.5 transcending time by fickle means:0.8 patterned worms with yellow veins:1.8 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:0.5 withered petals turning red:1.5 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.8
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:1.3 transcending time by fickle means:1.5 patterned worms with yellow veins:0.5 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:1.1 withered petals turning red:1.8 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.5
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Night comes, I disappear in visionsOver fields and in quiet forestsDissolving in places where there is no timeWhere the wind is in my hairThere is only a moment and it will immediately melt awayIt's easy to missThe silk slips between my fingersAnd now he's very far awayI don't want to go backI knowThat I'm standing in the thunderstorm rainThese dreams are covered with snowAnd the veil loses its smokeThere in the darkness of cold embracesWhere are these worlds born?Pushes me back to realityAnd the lights are getting closer to dawn
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Distant times have come and past it seems that joy can never last, Delving through my darkest thought becomes a nightmare of what I've wrought,How do we know what's good or bad is it times that make us sad ,All the fun joy and glee always end in misery ,It seems the moments that bring us pain chose to leave a lasting stain,Wanna reboot with a fresh new start perhaps this time I'll get a heart.3d digital fantasy art
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Planetary deflagration:1.8 absolute zero:0.5 time does not exist in this realm:0.5 galactic nebula:1.8 vertical compression:0.8 coalescing bodies:1.1 supernova:1.5 let there be light:0.8 turmoil divided by chaos:0.5
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Unfurling sails fill with air:1.6 seafoam freezing on salty beard:1.1the voyage is plagued by nautical beasts:1.8vast expanse in spacetime relief:1.8 churning ethereal fantasy photography in style of Whitetail:1.0
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Crystalline terrain:1 metal-based lifeforms:1 Bismuth rivers flow:1 Cesium in pools:1 Dense atmosphere:1 Red gold clouds:1 Light reflects iridescently:1 Scrollwork-carved rocks:1 Colorful bismuth crystals:1 Subterranean hot springs:1 Liquid metal vapor clouds:1 Metal rainshowers:1 Bismuth-gallium alloys:1 Luminescent plant life:1 Metallosis-based ecosystem:1 Geothermal activity:1 Non-carbon based life:1 Mercury liquid at lower temps:1 Bismuth flows in channels:1 Complex fluid interactions:1 Irregular topography:1 Crystalline peaks valleys:1 Delicate scrollwork formations:1 Winding bismuth rivers:1 scrollwork terrain is a complex network of channels grooves etched into the landscape by flow of liquid bismuth:1 scrollwork covers much of terrain curving winding through valleys over hills:1 channels are filled with shimmering pools of bismuth:1 bismuth flows steadily along its path:1 bismuth sometimes branches out into smaller streams and trickles that wind their way into the subterranean depths:1 scrollwork serves as vital source of nutrients and minerals for crystal-based plant life:1 crystal based plant life thrives in the areas around channels:1 surreal mix of metallic sheen iridescence crystalline structures reflecting dynamic interactions of environment:1
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: diaphanous alien creature, transparent see through, ((head like a lion, body like an elephant, long legs like a giraffe, tail like a pigeon)) part of its body melted down, glowing veins, body is curls, diamond cocoon, pulsating, earth shaking, stone trembling , alien garden mushroom cup, garden of realm, steamy, misty, foggy, garden bloom in ethereal, unreal world, bathing in light, nature at sunset, paradise lost, surreal, mysthical and magical, smooth, radiant, sharp focus, CGI, HDRR, masterpiece of Octane Render
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: dream prompt:In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.wings appearing from her back, holding a heart in her hand , blood dripping from the heart.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: :”In the beginning, when light first appeared from darkness, the universe appeared as a fantastical place, with stars and nebulae and black holes. And strange beings were created. Celestial beings came and went until they found their homes within their solar systems, on planets. What did these beings look like? They knew the many wonders of this place. They were great mystics, show a few of them closeup. So,where did they go? And were they happy?
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In solitude I wander.... Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In a world swallowed by mist, describe the remnants of a gas station haunted by the hulking silhouette of a broken, creepy humanoid robot. Its limbs contorted and lifeless, the mist wraps around its form like a ghostly shroud. Explore the unease it instills in the desolate landscape, the air resonating with an eerie stillness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Incorporate a flock of mechanical birds soaring across the misty, darkened sky. Describe their faint silhouettes disappearing into the obscurity, the sounds they make hauntingly echoing in the night. Explore how these artificial creatures coexist with the natural world, their metallic forms blending with the darkness.hadows.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: colossal godzilla inspired amphibious beasts, multi segmented plated armor aglow, brackish miasma trailing the fathoms deep ascent, kelp wreathed tentacles writhe with primordial hunger, piscine cyclopean maws agape amid the churn, Cthulian ichor tongues lash the briny depths, Hullmøllers post apocalyptic Expressionism, Hans Ruedi Giger's biomechanical dystopia, murky gloom contrasting bioluminescent bioforms, uncanny valleys teeming with eldritch spawns, 4K resolution capturing microscopic terror, a living breathing blasphemous nightmare made real
Negative: photo, photorealistic, realism, ugly
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: An eldritch entity femine form , a testament to the allure of the feminine. its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension. , now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: transverse regression of spatial disorientation:1resonate waves mingle in temporary insanity:1.3meandering melancholy mystery:1.5totem pole:1.8 ,carved wooden idol:1.6gargoyle motif:1.6harmonic lava:1.4caduceus:1.7double helix:1.7 inedible feast lain before the God of demonic possession:1.3 .masterpiece, best quality, excessive details, perfection, pointillism, 3d galactic fantasy photography
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: As night falls and mist thickens, incorporate the unsettling presence of the broken, creepy humanoid robot in the traveler's journey. Describe the flickering lights emanating from its fractured shell, casting eerie reflections in the mist. Explore the silence interrupted only by the traveler's footsteps and the distant hum of malfunctioning machinery.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don’t you take it awful hard’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold minesDiggin’ in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I’ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, roam this borderless land, seekers of the arcane and rare, They sift through the echoes of parallel lives, in an interdimensional affair. Each discovery a piece of the puzzle, a story waiting to be told, In the interdimensional summit’s embrace, where mysteries unfold. Explorer In a realm where dimensions converge, a summit stands grand and tall, A nexus of worlds, a meeting of minds, where the curious come to call. “One” echoes through the cosmic halls, a mantra of unity and grace, A reminder that in this vast expanse, every soul has its place. The landscape breathes with memories, repeating yesterday’s silent song, Where time loops in an endless dance, and moments stretch long. A ghost never fades in this spectral light, its presence forever cast, A whisper of what once was, in a future that mirrors the past. magical, Angelcore, Matte Painting, low angle
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer a symbol of rebirth akin to Lazarus—roams freely. In a realm where purity reigns, he moves beneath the shadow of the cross, a testament to enduring faith and the cycles of nature. Here, the truth of my perception is laid bare, revealing a landscape that transcends the mundane, a tableau of life’s resilience and the sanctity of existence. Serene, Beatnik, Funky Seasons, portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Here's an improved prompt that incorporates tension, conflict, and a sense of scale, without altering the length: As winter's frost looms, shrunken humans battle for survival in a world transformed. Giant spiders spin silken webs of death, blades of grass pierce like spears, and raindrops crash like oceans. Torn between warring factions, they must hunt, build, and fight amidst the forgotten crumbs of a once-familiar world.
Style: Fantasy 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: Digital Art
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegrating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: transverse regression of spatial disorientation:1resonate waves mingle in temporary insanity:1.3meandering melancholy mystery:1.5 inedible feast lain before the God of demonic possession:0.4.masterpiece, best quality, excessive details, perfection
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Introduce a lone wanderer navigating through the mist-shrouded remnants of civilization, where the broken, creepy humanoid robot stands as a silent guardian. Describe the traveler's cautious steps, the mist playing tricks with shadows, and the unsettling presence of the mechanical sentinel, its eyes flickering dimly in the darkness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a new beginning of life, a life-like small plants waking up from her dream, early morning, morning mist, misty, foggy and wet, a droplet of water falls on her head splashing to the both sides, she's giggling, her slim stem is green and light, her roots is steadily on the ground, the grass surrounding is long, the morning orange sun is brightly lit in background, dapples of light can be seen shining through tall matured leaves, the winter is coming, some leaves leaving the trees, a magical world, fantasy world
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Lights go out and I can't be savedTides that I tried to swim againstHave brought me down upon my kneesOh, I beg, I beg and plead, singingCome out of things unsaidShoot an apple off my headAnd a trouble that can't be namedA tiger's waiting to be tamed, singingYou are, you areConfusion never stopsClosing walls and ticking clocksGonna come back and take you homeI could not stop that you now know, singingCome out upon my seasCursed missed opportunitiesAm I a part of the cure?Or am I part of the disease? SingingYou are, you areYou are, you areYou are, you areAnd nothing else comparesOh, nothing else comparesAnd nothing else comparesYou are, you areHome, home where I wanted to go,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A grotesque parody of the female form writhes, its body a tapestry woven from countless, twisted fingers. Long, slender digits, once instruments of touch, now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a human body made entirely of fingers, , a testament to the allure of the feminine. human anatomy , monstrosity of fingers writhes spooky, eerie, unimaginable horror. nightmare demon. Agony fuels its every move, a symphony of silent screams. Beauty and horror collide, a testament to the forbidden. What darkness cradles this finger-woven fiend
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In solitude I wander, Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies In this forest Where wolves cry their agony unto the moon My spirit is hidden In the form of wisdom carved on a black stone The only way to follow
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a slender young man （around 20, dressed plainly yet neatly, exudes determination and yearning in his deep gaze, showcasing unwavering strength amid life's pressures.） enters the house, and a suffocating atmosphere fills the air. His mother's frail figure leans on the bed, her pale face expressing helplessness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A mutitude of land islets moving through space, composed of a central prismic islet surrounded by dozens of prismatic islets with different climates, the main islet is large, covered in water with violent winds, the outlying islets have numerous rivers, between each islet tornates containing rain and very violent winds, thse islets move in space, high resolution, lots of detail, backround space, color black, orange, red
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Mist rises soft from river banks afar, (0.9) folk gather where waters westward flow,(0.9) long boats tied await their offering's stow,(0.9) bundles zongzi stacked with care anew,(1) fair maids with baskets glutinous parcels strew,(1) incense curls skyward as rites commence due,(1) prayers voiced bring solace to loss acerb, (0.9) \"Loyal bard, your spirit safe with us yet dwell, (1) though gone, in memory immortal you excel.\",(1.1) shadows pierce reflections clear below,(0.9) rippling cirrus scatter out of view,(0.9) virtues lauded that bade tyrants quail,(1) wisdom's light shines though dark days may prevail,(1) grateful hearts hold hope for springs to come,(1) true fame escapes decay in people's cumulative hum: (1)\"Afield view mountains washed with evening glow, within my bosom wander to and fro.\"(1.1)
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: A Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, stands At Prudence’s Fall, where wisdom once stood, Fool’s gold glimmers, a deceptive good. Nothing left but echoes of the past, A haven vast. Emptiness unobstructed, a clear view, A landscape stark, yet somehow true. Magnificent, Cyberghetto, Frutiger Aero, portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: For this interdimensional adventures digital set, the canvas should be predominantly filled with the mystical island. The backdrop blends hand-drawn elements, doodle-style and sketchy, monochrome landscapes. This island, rich in whimsical details and imaginative elements, will occupy the majority of the background, creating a sense of being immersed in a magical, sketch-like world. At the center of this canvas, semi-realistic, vividly colored digital realms, showcasing a seamless transition between two artistic worlds. The theme transitions dramatically into a colorful, vibrant interdimensional reality. This central area, contrasting with the surrounding black and white drawings, should burst with vivid, semi-realistic colors and digital textures, symbolizing a portal or gateway to different realms. The design should ensure a smooth yet striking transition from the monochromatic, doodle-style periphery to the richly hued, detailed center
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a player avatar is depicted ascending to godhood within the game. The background could be a cosmic landscape with swirling galaxies and nebulae, symbolizing the vastness of possibilities. The player avatar, emanating a powerful glow, could be shown with eyes aglow, signifying the attainment of immense power and knowledge. Radiant beams of light could extend from the avatar, illustrating the transformative journey of empowerment and learning. The overall color palette could be rich and dynamic, incorporating intense blues, purples, and golds to create a visually striking representation of the game's transformative and empowering nature.
Negative: watermark, text, out of frame, signature, tiling, worst quality, low resolution, low quality, grainy, logo, blurred, cropped
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: The Genesis of Duality In this vibrant opening scene, imagine a surreal canvas split in half. On one side, life blossoms with vibrant colors and erratic shapes, representing creation. On the other, darkness looms, portraying the void before existence. This masterpiece captures the essence of dualities, setting the stage for the cosmic drama to unfold.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Create a series of abstract images that convey the emotional impact and complexities of war. Use shapes, colors, and textures to explore the themes of conflict, loss, resilience, and the human experience amidst tumultuous times.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Introduce a solitary wanderer navigating through the remnants of civilization, shrouded in mist and darkness. Describe their weathered appearance, and delve into the emotions evoked by the traveler's exploration of a forgotten gas station, where every step is guided by the dim glow of a flickering flashlight.kness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In the heart of darkness and mist, set the scene of the wanderer's encounter with a broken, creepy humanoid robot guarding the entrance of the gas station. Its twisted form partially obscured, the mist heightening the sense of mystery. Explore the traveler's emotions as they navigate the ethereal landscape, where the broken guardian stands as a haunting symbol of a technological era gone awry.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In this episode, Queen Margo finds herself in a surreal, otherworldly landscape. The image, created in the style of Craola, showcases a psychotropic dreamscape with vibrant colors and intricate patchwork details. Queen Margo navigates through a maze of floating islands, each adorned with fantastical flora and fauna, as she searches for a hidden treasure.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a human body made entirely of fingers, monstrosity of fingers writhes , human anatomy , a testament to the allure of the feminine. spooky, eerie, unimaginable horror. nightmare demon. Agony fuels its every move, a symphony of silent screams. Beauty and horror collide, a testament to the forbidden. What darkness cradles this finger-woven fiend
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: in the style of La Casa lobo (2018), divine natural flowing patterns that imbue wonder into the human soul, spiraling into a dark abyss of cynicism and apathy, gratitude is heaven itself, lith printing (The image is digitally painted with a high level of detail and a focus on lighting and textures. It is trending on artstation and has a cinematic quality)
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A high-angle fisheye lens captures a person in a fetal position on the floor, their face contorted in trauma and shock. The individual appears overwhelmed, grappling with an impossibly intricate challenge. Floating around them are ethereal mathematical equations, intricate schematics, and cryptic technical symbols, emphasizing the magnitude and complexity of their internal struggle.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A mutitude of islets composed of a central prismic islet surrounded by dozens of prismatic islets with different climates, the main islet is large, covered in water with violent winds, the outlying islets have numerous rivers, between each islet tornates containing rain and very violent winds, thse islets move in space, high resolution, lots of detail.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Imagine an image showcasing a dynamic game level progression concept. A winding path with interconnected branches symbolizes non-linearity, avoiding a straightforward ascent. Each branch diverges into diverse landscapes, reflecting varied content styles. Obstacles on the path represent challenges, differing not in difficulty but in nature, highlighting the concept of unique experiences.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), Close your eyes, touch me, You smell of temptation and honey. The dirt of the fragments of the day will disappear, Nature will strike the gong. The night creeps like a black beast, Vibrating in the moonlight. Scratching at the door, knocking on the window, She's cold alone, cold alone. Caressing the night, touch me, Your name is temptation. Give me More than just love, Give me more than passion That passes like pain. I will burn in the fire, I will burn in you, let me, I can become ashes only by knowing your paradise. - bright colors, dramatic light, photorealistic image of the whole body in the style of fantasy art (wide-angle lens, panoramic:1.2), a beautiful face, portrait, the painting is painted in a soft watercolor style, a woman is depicted in moonlight, her features are flooded with a soft diffused radiance that emphasizes the subtle nuances of her expression. The artist, relying on Sargent's accuracy, captured every delicate contour of her face, the intricacies of her gaze and the cascading strands of her hair. In this mysterious setting, the artist uses da Vinci's skill in the field of shadow and light, creating a seductive game that emphasizes the mysterious aura surrounding the woman, Shadows dance on her features, emphasizing the depth of her gaze and adding a touch of mystery to Yukisakura's composition, very detailed
Style: Digital Art
