Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist wafted over the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned a desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of pages turning echoed in the silent night. The entire scene was enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere. On the ancient window, a vague face seemed to be reflected, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mysterious elements in this imagery convey the eerie ambiance of the story.
Prompt: In the dimly lit darkness of the night, an ancient classroom is illuminated by the flickering light of candles, casting an eerie atmosphere. On the glass window, a few drops of blood have congealed, forming indistinct handprints. The faint glow of the burning candles outlines vague figures in the corners of the room, creating a scene that instills fear.
Prompt: ****Beautiful armenian women happy, smile, Yerevan street from background, , ethereal biomorphic textile pattern for dress, modern, petroglyphs wool textures cardigan, felted pattern texture dress, Armenian fashion womens, white dress and orange, white , burgundy, ornaments in dress
Prompt: Within the hallowed halls of a time-worn library, ancient books with weathered spines line towering shelves that seem to reach the heavens. Dim candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on dusty manuscripts and forgotten knowledge. The scent of aged parchment lingers in the air, and the silence is broken only by the occasional creak of wooden floors. The scene exudes a sense of wisdom and the timeless allure of knowledge hidden within the pages of history.
Prompt: Late at night, inside the cathedral, the moonlight shone through the windows on the floor, forming deep shadows, the air here seemed to be frozen, filled with a weird atmosphere, the scene demanded a horror thriller
Negative: low quality face, bad art, low quality anatomy, bad proportions, gross proportions, crossed eyes, ugly, bizarre, poorly drawn, poorly drawn face, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn limbs, poorly drawn fingers, out of frame, body out of frame, deformed, disfigured, mutation, mutated hands, mutated limbs. mutated face, malformed, malformed limbs, extra fingers,
Prompt: Late at night, the room is filled with a chilling darkness, with the only source of light being the pale glow emanating from the computer screen. An oppressive silence permeates the room, broken only by the sound of keystrokes and the faint sliding of the mouse, echoing in the air. The glow from the computer screen casts a pallid and weary complexion on the face. Eyes, bloodshot and tired from prolonged staring at the screen, speak of the toll taken by the relentless work. Time seems to freeze in this dark space, and the ticking of the seconds becomes pronounced, each tick sounding like a low murmur from the abyss. Outside the room, the wind whispers softly, occasionally accompanied by distant barks of dogs or the rumble of passing cars, adding a layer of eerie ambiance. Shadows in the corners of the room warp and contort under the screen's glow, as if harboring an invisible, ominous force. Piled on the computer desk are files and cups emitting a faint mildew odor, serving as a reminder of the passage of time and the weight of the work. Suddenly, a line of text on the computer screen begins to flicker, seemingly a warning or an unknown message, inducing an unexplainable sense of unease. The room, at this moment, appears to be cut off from the outside world, with only the computer screen and the sound of the keyboard existing, creating a feeling of isolation and fear within the digital realm. This late-night scene exudes an indescribable sense of oppression and strangeness, as if concealing countless unknown threats, prompting an instinctive desire to escape from this darkness and flee the terrifying setting of working in front of the computer late at night.
Prompt: In the dimly yellowed darkness of the night, an ancient classroom is illuminated by the glow of a solitary candle, emitting a sinister atmosphere. On the glass window, a few drops of blood have congealed, forming blurry handprints. The feeble glow of the burning candle outlines vague figures in the corners of the room, creating a scene that evokes terror.
Prompt: Geometric background gradient, add text NO KITCHEN ANY MORE. text centered and highlighted with white stroke, italicized.
Prompt: A Qin terracotta warrior wearing Mexican festival clothes, wearing sunglasses and American hip-hop style, sitting on the street of Mexico
Prompt: In the forest at night, the vast sky is adorned with a bright moon. It hangs high in the darkness, like a silver plate suspended, emitting a soft glow. The moon, like an eye, flickers with a mysterious power, illuminating the dense forest, enveloping everything in the romance and tranquility of the night.
Prompt: In the forest at night, the vast sky is adorned with a bright moon. It hangs high in the darkness, like a silver plate suspended, emitting a soft glow. The moon, like an eye, flickers with a mysterious power, illuminating the dense forest, enveloping everything in the romance and tranquility of the night.
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods.
Prompt: On a village night, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, casting deep shadows. In front of a house, ancient trees reached for the heavens, and moss covered the ground. The gate to the courtyard stood slightly ajar, revealing a faint trace of ethereal blue light that sent shivers down the spine. The entire scene was permeated with an ancient mysterious atmosphere, skillfully blending traditional cultural elements, depicting a mysterious and eerie setting that evokes a sense of eerie suspense.
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,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
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.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
Negative: wrong wing size,wrong wing position,blood dripping from the heart
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.
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.
Prompt: The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, the cries of the horrible female ghost became more mournful, her pale arms suddenly stretched out and tightened their grip on the man, the scene was eerie and terrifying
Prompt: Late at night, there is no one in the living room of the house. I remember the snow outside the window.
Prompt: Bright moonlight before my bed, I suppose it is frost on the ground, I raise my head to view the bright moon, then lower it, thinking of my home village
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: The desolate cabin stood as a forgotten relic in the heart of the ancient forest, its timeworn façade a testament to the mysteries it held within. Braving the eerie silence, I stepped into the dimly lit room, where a lone candle flickered, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation. My gaze was drawn to a mirror tucked away in the corner, a neglected relic concealed by layers of dust. As I wiped it clean, the glass revealed a reflection that defied the laws of nature. My features contorted into a grotesque, malevolent grin that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Panic set in as I attempted to break free from the mirror's sinister grasp, but the reflection held me captive, mocking me in the dim candlelight. The room itself seemed to respond to the unholy presence. The air grew thick with an unnatural tension, and the temperature plummeted as though the very essence of the cabin recoiled from the malevolence that had been unleashed. Shadows twisted and warped, and the walls seemed to pulsate with an unseen heartbeat. Just as I considered fleeing, the candle extinguished with a spectral gust of wind. The cabin plunged into an abyssal darkness, leaving me vulnerable to the sinister forces at play. In the oppressive blackness, the distorted laughter echoed, each chilling note resonating with a cacophony of malevolent voices. Fumbling for my phone, I sought the comfort of light, but it remained stubbornly inert. The air constricted around me as an icy breath whispered through the void, \"You shouldn't have disturbed me.\" With a disorienting jolt, the cabin's reality shifted. Walls twisted and contorted, and I stumbled forward into a nightmarish abyss. The malicious laughter intensified, a symphony of malevolence that clawed at my sanity. The unseen force played with my senses, weaving tales of ancient curses and forgotten sins. In the suffocating darkness, I realized I was ensnared in a realm between worlds, trapped in a malevolent dimension that fed on the fear it instilled. The mirror, now a pulsating gateway, radiated an ominous energy. The malevolent grin in the reflection began to morph into something more grotesque. Its features twisted and elongated, revealing a monstrous visage that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of the shadows. As the mirror's surface shattered, a guttural wail echoed through the void, and the grotesque entity emerged into the cabin. It was a nightmarish amalgamation of shifting shadows and contorted limbs, its form ever-changing and impossible to comprehend. Eyes gleamed with an unholy light, and serrated tendrils extended towards me, reaching from the depths of its formless existence. I felt a paralyzing fear as the eldritch entity closed in, its presence overwhelming and suffocating. The darkness itself seemed to cling to its monstrous form, and the very air pulsed with malevolence. In the final moments, the grotesque entity enveloped me, and I became one with the shadows, lost to the eldritch horrors that lurked within the accursed cabin. The once-silent forest absorbed the echoes of my demise, concealing its malevolent secrets until the next unsuspecting soul would awaken its dormant terrors.
Prompt: The moon cast an eerie glow on the mansion's dilapidated façade as the friends approached cautiously. The air turned colder, and a foreboding silence hung in the atmosphere. The rusty gates creaked open, seemingly inviting them into the abyss of the unknown.
Prompt: Outside the window, an old man in a black tunic, his face covered with corpse spots stood there stiffly, a pair of gray, dead eyes without a trace of divine light looking toward the classroom, such as an ice-cold corpse standing straight up there.
Prompt: On a scary night, there was an old and dilapidated school. It was dark and there were spider webs outside the school. Horrible atmosphere. it's foggy.
Prompt: The shadow of the rabbit whirls, as soft and beautiful as poetry. Stepping on the snow under the moonlight, I feel like I'm flying swiftly. The lucky stars are shining, and the auspiciousness is boundless. Rabbits leap in the spring breeze, filling the garden with joy.
Prompt: Using ink, draw a monochromatic scene of a moonlit night where the moon's reflection shimmers across a dark ocean
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: In a small town, a shy musician found an old book in a shop. This book, unusual in its condition, was said to hold magic within its worn pages. With curiosity driving him, this musician took it to his attic, curious about its validity. As dusk fell, a soft glow radiated from its cover, enchanting him. His hands shook as he flipped through its aging papers. A world of music and color sprang forth, swirling around him in a wondrous display. Entranced, his timid chords soon morphed into a symphony that brought joy to all who heard it. And so, a solitary musician found a way to paint a world in sound, thanks to a mystical book that found its way into his hands.
Prompt: Stephen Hawking sitting in his wheelchair in the middle of an orgy with dwarfs, hyperrealistic style
Prompt: In the hushed light of dusk, the air is permeated with a tense atmosphere. Dampness is suddenly woven into the air, as a harbinger of stunning changes. A heavy shadow spread across the sky, which, like a mask of failure, throws itself on the former harmony of the environment. Suddenly, an unknown restlessness has set out into a storm that unstoppably breaks through the blossoming silence. The sky, which had previously looked like a calm canvas, was now pouring with torrents of rain, as if expressing the same sorrow that was evident in the area below. Amidst the chaos of a blossoming natural flood, there is a sense of unforeseen trouble. The lonely image of the trees, which once stood with dignity, now became a sign of impotence before an unexpected adventure. The land that was once stable now trembles with unexpected difficulties. Nature itself seems to regret, as if whispering a sad melody about what happened. In the very center of the storm stands a lonely figure, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity. However, even their contours conveyed a vulnerability, an awareness that trouble was tightly woven into the fabric of their existence. What was once a pictorial harmony has now turned into a canvas of failures, where every stroke bears the imprint of an unexpected fate.
Prompt: Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity, bed, sleep
Prompt: Underneath the moonlit glow, we find, A symphony of love, our souls entwined. Your laughter, a melody, so kind, In your arms, a sanctuary, we unwind. Through the seasons, our love remains, A canvas painted with joy and gentle strains. Together we dance in life's sweet refrains, Our love, an eternal melody that sustains.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In ancient Europe, on the Christmas night, snow was falling gently, and the snowflakes fluttered down onto the streets. Illuminated by street lamps, they appeared exquisite and enchanting. It gave a surreal feeling, as if one were transported to a magical world.
Prompt: At night, rain is falling outside, casting a dim light within the university dormitory. Raindrops tap against the sole window in the room. The space is small and cramped, with four beds, each accompanied by a study desk underneath. The atmosphere indoors appears quiet and eerie, giving rise to a sense of fear and unease.
Prompt: Chatting enthusiastically in the room, there are no characters in the form of snow-covered illustrations outside the window. Just the scene., --ar 3:4
Prompt: In a dimly lit hotel room, a hint of chill permeates the air. The curtains are partially drawn, allowing a faint moonlight to filter through the window and cast eerie shadows on the floor. The entire scene exudes an underlying sense of horror, instantly immersing the viewer in the mysterious and fearful ambiance contained within the story.
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
Prompt: FULL HD, 4K, aerial view, zoomed out, bright colorful natural watercolor, one path/trail splitting into two paths/trails, one path is wide, the other path is narrow, moon in the background
Negative: boring undetailed blurry unfocused
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: Conclude the story with a glimpse into the legend that persists—on moonless nights, the abandoned mansion still echoes with chilling whispers. Describe the sense of warning and foreboding that lingers, hinting at the eternal curse awaiting those who dare to unlock the secrets within.
Prompt: You are studying at a modern school of magic where the curriculum includes harnessing the power of large language models to enhance magical abilities. One day, your professor mentions a mysterious spellbook said to contain ancient and potent magic.
Prompt: In the midnight cemetery, a blood-red moon hangs in the pitch-black sky, casting a pale shadow on the tombstones. The chilling wind howls, and a mass of black mist extends through the graveyard, forming eerie ghostly figures that seem to appear and disappear. Bathed in the moonlight, an ancient elder (Old Eccentric) holds a weathered I Ching scripture, radiating a mysterious glow. His eyes gleam with profound wisdom. The elder stands beside an ancient dragon pillar, engraved with traditional talismans and blessing inscriptions. At the elder's feet, a triangular paper charm hovers in the air, covered with cryptic incantations. The yellow jade surrounding the graveyard emits a faint glow, as if heralding the enigmatic forces concealed within. Text floats above the scene: \"The curse of the corpse poison, ancient mysterious powers unfolding.\" The font resembles ancient seal script, exuding an antique atmosphere. The entire composition is imbued with a mysterious and terrifying ambiance, creating a rich atmosphere for the story's theme of traditional Chinese ghostly and supernatural elements.
Prompt: Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity
