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
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating 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
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating 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
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, dramatic effect, cinematic scene, breathtaking scene, unreal world,
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, dramatic effect, cinematic scene, breathtaking scene, unreal world,
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Depict the tragic and poignant scene of the warrior Tone, lifeless on the battlefield. The environment is somber and the air is thick with the aftermath of combat. Tone lies on the ground, his body still, with a peaceful expression that belies the violence of his final moments. His armor is marred with scorch marks and damage from the fierce confrontation. Around him, the detritus of the battle—shattered technology and the remnants of fallen adversaries—paints a picture of his last stand. The lighting is dim, perhaps the eerie calm of a battlefield at dusk, casting long shadows and highlighting the solemnity of Tone's ultimate sacrifice. Despite the stillness of his form, there's a lingering sense of heroism and determination that marked his final moments.
Prompt: After the ancient mythological battle, the scene is one of both awe and devastation. The earth trembles and the sky crackles with residual energy from the epic clash of gods and mythical creatures. The landscape is scarred by the remnants of powerful spells and divine weapons, and the air is heavy with the lingering scent of magic and power. The survivors, both mortal and immortal, roam the battlefield in disbelief, witnessing the aftermath of the cataclysmic conflict that has reshaped the world. The ruins of ancient temples and the scattered remnants of celestial beings serve as haunting reminders of the price paid in the war between gods and titans.
Prompt: He walked on the street in the rainy night, his clothes were soaked, and the cold wind was biting. He didn't know where he was going, nor where he came from. He only knew that he had lost everything, his home, his lover, his dream. He felt like a walking dead, without a goal, without hope, without meaning.He looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds, without a trace of starlight. He looked down at the street lamp, only to see the light was dim, flickering. He felt like that street lamp, about to go out, about to disappear. He couldn't help but think of her, she used to be his light, his warmth, his everything. But she had left him, forever.He didn't know how long he could walk, nor how long he could live. He only knew that he had nothing to lose, his life had no value. He was just waiting, waiting for that moment to come, that moment, he could reunite with her, that moment, he could end it all.
Prompt: Male European human; depression; sadness; instability; heavy rain; dystopian future; darkness; low color; sword; dramatic; pain; gore; broken hero; from behind; zombie hordes
Prompt: Create an image that captures the heart-wrenching moment of the fallen hero, Tone, lying dead on the battlefield. The scene is steeped in the gloom of loss, with Tone's body at the center, motionless and draped in the tattered remnants of his once-proud armor. His face, in the repose of death, should reflect the tranquility that contrasts with the chaos of battle that claimed his life. The ground around him is littered with the ruins of combat, evidencing the ferocity of the fight he waged to his last breath. A subdued light casts a somber tone over the scene, highlighting the fallen warrior's eternal stillness. This image should evoke a profound sense of drama, underscoring the tragedy of a hero's end on the cold ground of an alien planet.
Prompt: an human male warrior with sword on her bare back suddenly spinning only her head facing the camera with a cringe smile, her body facing the other way, her sharp and dirty teeth can be seen, inside of deep of the jungle with a very dim lit jungle, perfect balance of low and high lit, eerie scene, scary, the weather is cold and foggy, pouring rain, deep dark night, very low vision, wet floor, hyperealism, ultra realistic photography
Prompt: A harbinger of the Wild Hunt, he led a ghostly troupe amidst winter's storms, where tempests signaled death.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: an male man guy warrior with sword on her back suddenly spinning only her head facing the camera with a cringe smile, her body facing the other way, her sharp and dirty teeth can be seen, inside of deep of the jungle with a very dim lit jungle, perfect balance of low and high lit, eerie scene, scary, the weather is cold and foggy, pouring rain, deep dark night, very low vision, wet floor, hyperealism, ultra realistic photography
Prompt: a gigantic babe turning into a monster rampaging on an alien world, her feet the size of a cattle, her palm the size of a bus, she is so fierce and menacing, rain of acid, placid, smokes and fogs, nebula galaxy in background, sounds of thunder, thick fogs and smokes, a battle warrior tiny on the field wielding a long sword, high def, masterpiece quality, Cyberpunk 2077 style, shimmering of light,
Prompt: The warrior decides to venture deeper into the lair in search of the magical treasure chest. Upon entering the cavern, he feels a cold breeze sweep past him, filling the interior with dampness and a sinister atmosphere. The passageways are lined with ghostly vines and rocks. As he progresses, he encounters several traps, including rolling stones, sharp branches, and concealed pits. Fortunately, he possesses enough experience and skill to navigate around these hazards and continue onward. Eventually, he arrives in a vast chamber where, at its center, sits an ornately decorated treasure chest. Beams of light filter down from cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the chest. However, as he approaches the chest, a massive shadow emerges from the depths of the cave. It's a colossal black dragon! Dragon: \"Hehehe, brave warrior, how dare you invade my lair and lay hands on my treasure! Now you shall pay the price!\"
Prompt: an human male warrior with sword on her back suddenly spinning only her head facing the camera with a cringe smile, her body facing the other way, her sharp and dirty teeth can be seen, inside of deep of the jungle with a very dim lit jungle, perfect balance of low and high lit, eerie scene, scary, the weather is cold and foggy, pouring rain, deep dark night, very low vision, wet floor, hyperealism, ultra realistic photography
Prompt: a gigantic babe turning into a monster rampaging on an alien world, her feet the size of a cattle, her palm the size of a bus, she is so fierce and menacing, rain of acid, placid, smokes and fogs, nebula galaxy in background, otherworldly, crackling sounds of thunder, thick fogs and smokes, a battle warrior tiny on the field wielding a long sword, high def, masterpiece quality, Cyberpunk 2077 style, shimmering of light,
Prompt: a gigantic babe turning into a monster rampaging on an alien world, her feet the size of a cattle, her palm the size of a bus, she is so fierce and menacing, rain of acid, placid, smokes and fogs, nebula galaxy in background, otherworldly, crackling sounds of thunder, thick fogs and smokes, a battle warrior tiny on the field wielding a long sword, high def, masterpiece quality, Cyberpunk 2077 style, shimmering of light,
Prompt: At night, it was drizzling. On a deserted road, three strangers left in a hurry and gradually disappeared in the night.
Prompt: a world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a turbulent watercourse represents the fragile hope of the fugitives. A scene imbued with palpable tension, where the quest for security becomes the common thread of a poignant plot.
Prompt: A world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a rough river represents the fragile hope of the fugitives
Prompt: A man, who is the astronaut, met a huge stormy planet that he never ever seen. He thought that he would die, being drawn by the storm of the planet, But he, who is a brave person, couldn't have given up. Hetried to and tried to , finally he has gotten out of it.
Prompt: The well-defined ashes gracefully float on the condensed ripples, brushing over the wrinkled eyes of the drowned sailors, preserved in an unforgettable surrealistic style, passing through an invisible void, and the brief remnants of the submerged smoke stumbling through shallow graves intertwined with swaying kelp forests and forgotten ship wreckage, Rotting and touching in the cool isolation without sunlight.
Prompt: Earth moves, sky falls, crumbles. Stand tall. Let sky fall. Crumbles. Feel the tremor, witness sky's collapse. Unyielding stance amid chaos. Embrace descent, confront rupture. Skyfall's descent beckons, unbroken resolve. A dance of elements, ground shifts, heavens collapse. Resilient stand defies impending doom. Let sky fall, witness its demise. Stand firm amidst chaos. Unshaken, face the fall. Earth trembles, sky crumbles—a spectacle of disarray. Amid ruins, defiance persists. In the symphony of collapse, a resilient silhouette stands. Unraveling skies, unwavering stance. Face the disintegration, stand united. Let sky fall, a testament to unwavering strength
Prompt: Earth moves, sky falls, crumbles. Stand tall. Let sky fall. Crumbles. Feel the tremor, witness sky's collapse. Unyielding stance amid chaos. Embrace descent, confront rupture. Skyfall's descent beckons, unbroken resolve. A dance of elements, ground shifts, heavens collapse. Resilient stand defies impending doom. Let sky fall, witness its demise. Stand firm amidst chaos. Unshaken, face the fall. Earth trembles, sky crumbles—a spectacle of disarray. Amid ruins, defiance persists. In the symphony of collapse, a resilient silhouette stands. Unraveling skies, unwavering stance. Face the disintegration, stand united. Let sky fall, a testament to unwavering strength
Prompt: There was a violent storm, the waves rolled up and slapped the fishing boat, there was lightning and thunder, dark clouds were covering, and a fisherman was swept into the sea by the waves.
Prompt: The well-defined ashes gracefully float on the condensed ripples, brushing over the wrinkled eyes of the drowned sailors, preserved in an unforgettable surrealistic style, passing through an invisible void. The brief remnants of the submerged smoke stumble through shallow graves, intertwined with swaying kelp forests and forgotten ship wreckage, rotting and touching in the cool isolation without sunlight
Prompt: On the endless battlefield, thunder and rain collided, and the pirate king Lufei used the Three Blade Flow to duel with Captain America. Sun Wukong and Tang Monk were sitting beside him, laughing and drinking tea, watching them duel. And ink spatters
Prompt: horror art, dark fantasy art, raining, thunderstorm, above the overgrown lawns of the decaying houses, more colossal beings stand in silence, their dominion over this region absolute, In these suburbs where families once are now bom from twisted giant fetuses, There's a sense in these images that the plague of machines has a critical infection and nothing will ever be the same
Prompt: That whirlwinds collided with whirlwinds, And clouds rolled with clouds, And thunder rushed upon thunder And that the waters of the community are inflated The vast hail flowed to cover Level mountain ridges with a wet bottom
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: good vibe, highest quality, extremely detailed eyes, full body portrait, 20 year old beautiful Asia anime girl, pure black background, very big eyes, large eyes, round eyes, gold eyes, white long hair, facing front looking at camera, delicate fair face, standing, wearing comfortable casual clothes
Negative: small eyes, looking away
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: The young man was surrounded by a black mist, and the man's demeanor changed to one of extraordinary darkness, and he laughed maniacally as the force excited him.
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: \"Envision Shrek, an unparalleled force, a titan of immeasurable might and indomitable spirit. Picture him amidst the boundless expanse of his sacred swamp, a realm that bows to his unchallenged authority. Render his form as an epitome of sheer strength, each sinew a testament to unyielding resilience, every scar a narrative of triumph etched into his weathered exterior. Capture the essence of his solitary sovereignty, an enigmatic figure amidst the untamed wilderness, radiating an aura of primal dominance that commands awe. Highlight the weathered countenance that narrates countless battles and untold wisdom, an embodiment of undying vitality. Emphasize his unwavering gaze, a sentinel observing the ebb and flow of nature, guarding his realm with unspoken yet resolute dedication. This prompt encapsulates Shrek as the pinnacle of raw strength, resilience, and unwavering sovereignty in his untamed domain.\"
Prompt: a fallen angel made of porcelain, her face shattered with smoke seeping from the cracks wearing tattered armor
Prompt: How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss,
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: He epitomized the Wild Hunt, guiding a ghostly retinue in winter storms, marking death's advent.
Prompt: When he held an ancient book and played chess alone, his thoughts gradually drifted to the world. He took the world as a chessboard, and the temple and the rivers and lakes were all pawns. He was determined to use his power to stir up the storm and fight for justice.
