Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: Nature would be the best way to connect with God, there he could witness divine magic happening in real time. Little Boy escaped the distractions of the city and went to live in a village in the forest.
Prompt: In a mysterious place of shadow, you wake up to find yourself in a dark jungle. The trees are towering and thick vines weave around you in a seemingly endless maze. There seems to be a kind of magic in the gloomy atmosphere, making your heart beat uneasily.
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: The student said, \"All teachers say that spiritual treasure is found in individual seeking. So why are we all here together?\" The teacher replied, \"You are together because a forest is always stronger than a solitary tree. The forest retains moisture, withstands the storm, and helps the soil be fertile. But what makes a tree strong is its roots. And the roots of one plant cannot help another plant grow. Being together for a common purpose allows each person to grow in their own way, and this is the path for those who want to connect with God.\"
Prompt: The student said, \"All teachers say that spiritual treasure is found in individual seeking. So why are we all here together?\" The teacher replied, \"You are together because a forest is always stronger than a solitary tree. The forest retains moisture, withstands the storm, and helps the soil be fertile. But what makes a tree strong is its roots. And the roots of one plant cannot help another plant grow. Being together for a common purpose allows each person to grow in their own way, and this is the path for those who want to connect with God.\"
Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned. width:1536 height:640 aspect:21:9 seed:85422765
Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious. seed:4230352618
Prompt: As the morning sun slowly rose above the horizon, its gentle rays pierced through the thick canopy of the ancient Enchanted Forest. The forest, with its towering trees that seemed to reach up to touch the sky, was a tapestry of vibrant greens, painted with a myriad of colors from the countless flowers and plants that called this magical place their home. The forest floor was blanketed with a thick layer of emerald moss, soft and inviting. It seemed to beckon visitors to take off their shoes and feel the coolness against their bare feet. The air was heavy with the fragrance of wildflowers, a sweet and intoxicating scent that hung in the air like a delicate perfume. As you stepped deeper into the forest, the trees grew thicker, their trunks gnarled and twisted, as if they held the secrets of centuries within their ancient bark. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, creating a kaleidoscope of light and dark. Birds of every hue fluttered from branch to branch, their songs filling the air with a symphony of chirps and melodies. Butterflies danced among the flowers, their delicate wings carrying them from blossom to blossom, creating a living tapestry of color. In a small clearing, a crystal-clear stream meandered its way through the forest, its glistening surface reflecting the surrounding beauty like a mirror. The sound of running water filled the air, a soothing melody that whispered secrets of the forest. As you followed the stream, you came across a hidden waterfall. Water cascaded down from a great height, creating a shimmering curtain that sparkled as the sunlight danced upon it. The mist that rose from the waterfall created a cool and refreshing breeze, washing over your face and revitalizing your senses. epiCPhoto
Prompt: A post-apocalyptic scene of Agra with the Taj Mahal crumbling amidst overgrown vegetation, dusty skies, and remnants of civilization, ultra-realistic, somber color palette, wide-angle view
Style: Line Art
Prompt: Prompt: phone photo of a man sitting on a bench with his family at a wedding in New York posted to reddit in 2019
Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot and half human, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: interior kitchen minimalist, the subdued dark interior integrates seamlessly with the expansive space
Prompt: A picture of a wise tree spirit who guards the ancient sacred tree and reveals to Arya the information that the ecological balance of the Woodlands has been disrupted.
Prompt: My temple is made of sand - it is a desert, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And worship the gods.He is my soul for free They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.hd. professional photos, chiaroscuro. absolute beauty photo style
Prompt: The morning light shines into the dark forest, and there is a sleeping elf prince. He grew on the trunk of a big tree, and his naked body blended into the tree. He had long hair intertwined with vines, his body was covered with moss, and his head was covered with branches.
Prompt: Enveloped in a mysterious jungle, towering trees obscure the sky, casting shadows all around. Strange sounds emanate from the thick foliage, hinting at creatures wandering within the dense forest. A cool breeze sweeps through, revealing an elderly figure leisurely seated on the roots of a tree. The old man, weathered and wise, wears a tattered wizard hat atop his head and holds an ancient spellbook in his hands. The jungle seems infused with mystical energy, and the old man's eyes reveal a profound wisdom. Unable to resist the temptation, you decide to engage with him, eager to unravel the secrets behind this enchanted forest. Perhaps he can guide you on a fantastical adventure. In this magical arboreal realm, you prepare to pose your questions to the old man, anticipating how his responses might lead you into a captivating journey.
Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot and half human, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Imagine that you are halfway through a long journey, traveling through a beautiful and unfamiliar landscape. You have been walking for hours, and the sun is beginning to set. As you look around, you see that the landscape is changing. The trees are taller and more densely packed, and the air is cooler and fresher. You hear the sound of a rushing stream nearby, and you begin to feel a sense of renewed energy and determination. Despite the fatigue of your journey so far, you know that you have much further to go. You take a deep breath and continue on, determined to reach your destination no matter what obstacles may lie ahead.
Prompt: A young girl，dressed in [color/style] clothes，walking in the forest，In the forest，sunlight filters through the leaves and shines on the ground， and the girl's footsteps make a rustling sound on the fallen leaves，The girl smiles and enjoys the beauty of nature，Birds sing in the branches, and a stream flows between the stones.The overall tone of the picture is [warm/cold], creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere，
Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot and half human, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Ant IP image, male, muscular body, streamlined head, sharp eyes, red equipment with a little gold, (steampunk style equipment: 1.2), a small amount of mecha protective gear, white background, simple background, C4D, OC renderer , (full body: 1.5), silhouette light effect, studio lighting, high quality, high resolution, 8K
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: Through the twisted trees of a forgotten forest, where the mist clings like a shroud, the silence is broken only by the creaking of branches, as if lamenting spirits were wandering among the gnarled roots. art by Rien Poortvliet
Prompt: Tree of Wisdom: Ideal for emphasizing growth, stability, and the connection between roots and branches. Conveys a strong sense of rooted wisdom and continuous growth.
Prompt: As I stumbled upon the forsaken ritual site deep in the heart of the ancient forest, a grotesque figure emerged, its mask a grotesque fusion of human and beast, an abomination that whispered the secrets of the cursed woods and the nightmarish terrors they concealed
Prompt: The Whispering Grove is a mystical woodland where the trees are not only ancient but also sentient. As the wind rustles through their leaves, the trees emit melodic whispers that tell tales of forgotten lore and ancient wisdom. The grove is bathed in a perpetual, soft glow emanating from the luminescent moss that carpets the forest floor. The moss responds to the emotions of the creatures around it, changing color and brightness in harmony with the collective mood of the grove. Amidst the gentle whispers, there exists a rare creature known as the Lirelisk. Resembling a delicate fusion of a butterfly and a will-o'-wisp, the Lirelisk flits through the air, leaving trails of shimmering stardust in its wake. Its wings are translucent, reflecting the ambient glow of the grove, and when it opens them wide, tiny, celestial symbols are revealed, as if written in the language of the cosmos. The Whispering Grove is a sanctuary where the Lirelisk and other mystical beings coexist, sharing in the ancient wisdom of the sentient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and those who enter the grove often find themselves immersed in a surreal symphony of whispers and the soft, magical light that dances through the branches. Legend has it that those who listen closely to the whispers may gain fleeting glimpses of the grove's ancient memories and the secrets woven into the very fabric of the Whispering Grove itself.
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: As Aria's memories become increasingly blurred in the depths of the Forest of Oblivion, she suddenly hears a voice, ethereal and enchanting, emanating from deep within the trees. Startled, she looks around to find a mysterious forest sprite, a being of light and shadow, emerging from the ancient woodland. The sprite appears as a luminous figure, radiating a gentle, otherworldly glow, surrounded by a swirl of mystical energy. Aria, now standing amidst the dense fog and towering trees, gazes in awe at this magical creature, her face reflecting a mix of wonder and confusion. The scene captures this pivotal moment, where the forest sprite seems to be communicating with Aria, offering guidance or perhaps a key to restoring her fading memories. seed:4230352618
Prompt: Create a visual representation of the temple as a silent guardian, with an air of mysticism, standing steadfast and guarding the ancient secrets hidden within its sacred walls
Prompt: You decide to awaken the light on your body, hoping to reveal the direction in the bushes. You were focused on your own radiance, and suddenly, a bright light emanated from you, illuminating the entire grove of trees. The firefly elf smiled happily and pointed deep into the bushes, saying: Flowing Firefly Elf: \"You have successfully awakened your own radiance. Now, head deep into the bushes, where you will find the door to the ultimate treasure.\" You followed the light, traversed through the trees, and arrived at a mysterious cave entrance. A faint sound came from within the cave. After entering the cave, you will find a huge crystal palace with a sparkling treasure chest placed in the center. As you approach, the treasure chest slowly opens, revealing a dazzling treasure. Mysterious voice: \"Congratulations, brave adventurer! You have successfully unlocked all the trials, and now, this treasure will belong to you.\" You have obtained treasures, including magic gems, magical herbs, and a map leading to the exit of the magic forest. The adventure story comes to a complete end, and you leave the Magic Forest with treasure and beautiful memories, looking forward to the next adventure about to unfold. The ending of the story is full of laughter and fantasy, just like a Disney style adventure story.
Prompt: The temple was suddenly filled with the sound of rhythmic drumming and the flickering light of torches, as a group of mysterious believers in ancient attire appeared, swaying and twirling in a mesmerizing dance around the altar, as if summoning a powerful entity.
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: format:Image to depict ethereal lights or mystical entities symbolizing the spirits of the forest, guiding the explorer through the enchanted woods.
Prompt: In a scholarly manner, you respond to Serethia: \"Noble Serethia, I am a scholar who has come specifically to study this mysterious forest. I have heard that there are many ancient secrets here and I hope to receive your guidance to gain a deeper understanding of the history and ecology of this magical place.\" Serethia lowers its head in contemplation, then nods approvingly, saying, \"Very well, scholar. This forest is indeed filled with ancient secrets. If you are willing to show respect for this land, I am willing to share some knowledge with you. First, tell me about your reverence for this forest.\"
Prompt: In a scholarly manner, you respond to Serethia: \"Noble Serethia, I am a scholar who has come specifically to study this mysterious forest. I have heard that there are many ancient secrets here and I hope to receive your guidance to gain a deeper understanding of the history and ecology of this magical place.\" Serethia lowers its head in contemplation, then nods approvingly, saying, \"Very well, scholar. This forest is indeed filled with ancient secrets. If you are willing to show respect for this land, I am willing to share some knowledge with you. First, tell me about your reverence for this forest.\"
Prompt: At the center of the universe is the Tree of the World, and from the tree of the world there are nine worlds.
Prompt: At the center of the universe is the Tree of the World, and from the tree of the world there are nine worlds.
Prompt: In the land of giants, life is as tall as the trees. Little giant Chris, eager for adventure, embarks on a journey. He discovered the magic of explosions, making the forest grow taller. Chris took him back to the kingdom of giants and taught the giants to light up the sky with the light of miracles. The land of giants has since become more beautiful, a place full of hope and unity. Chris's courage made the giants realize that every little giant has the power to change the world.
