Prompt: The soldier watched on from the hilltop, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and excitement as the city lay in ruins before him. The deafening sounds of destruction and chaos filled his ears, each explosion setting off a chain reaction in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in witnessing the downfall of yet another symbol of oppressive authority, as the city turned to rubble beneath his feet. The smoldering remnants of buildings and the acrid stench of smoke were a reminder of the inherent flaws in the capitalist system, and the futility of any effort to maintain law and order. As he took in the scene before him, the soldier couldn't help but think that there was a certain beauty in the destruction - a beauty born out of the flames of rebellion, anarchy, and revolution. (alex andreev, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov)
Prompt: After the ancient battle, the scene is one of destruction and desolation. The once bustling city lies in ruins, with smoke still rising from the remnants of buildings. The ground is littered with debris and the remains of fallen soldiers. The sky is dark and ominous, with the sound of distant cries and the smell of burning lingering in the air. The survivors wander the streets in a daze, mourning their losses and searching for any signs of hope amidst the devastation.
Prompt: [With a whispered realization of rebirth, the protagonist feels an unceasing surge of power within.] [He stands amidst the vastness of a vibrant landscape, understanding that this world offers a fresh start, devoid of the pain of the previous existence.] [His determined footsteps echo as he heads toward the distant city, a place of former dominion and impending revenge.] -ar 16:9 --seed 3402537896
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: 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: Sergeant in Military Uniform No Weapons Hands in Pockets Facing Away from Camera Calm and Resigned Stance Post-Apocalyptic Setting War-Torn Cityscape Dystopian Landscape Soldier in Reflection City in Ruins Battle-Scarred Environment Apocalyptic Atmosphere Desolation and Destruction Acceptance of Fate Facing the Inevitable Resigned Demeanor Survivor's Gaze Wartime Grit Urban Decay Brutal Realities of War
Prompt: Man in Post-Apocalyptic Setting No Weapons Hands in Pockets Facing Away from Camera Calm and Resigned Stance City in Ruins War-Torn Urban Landscape Dystopian Atmosphere Character Facing Inevitable Doom Acceptance of Fate Desolate Cityscape Apocalyptic Ambiance Wartime Devastation Brutal Realities of War Solemn and Reflective Demeanor Urban Decay Resigned Gaze Impending Catastrophe Survivor in a Broken World Facing Death with Calm Resolve
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: Sergeant in Full Military Gear ,Armed and Composed, Rifle Slung Across Back ,Hands in Pockets, Facing Away from Camera(1.5), Post-Apocalyptic Setting War-Torn Cityscape Dystopian Landscape Soldier in Contemplation City in Ruins Battle-Scarred Environment Apocalyptic Atmosphere Desolation and Destruction Resolute Stance Calm Amid Chaos Reflective Soldier Survivor's Gaze Wartime Grit Urban Decay Brutal Realities of War
Prompt: On top of the mountain, a lone emperor stood. His figure was tall and majestic, as if he was the lord of heaven and earth. His robes fluttered in the wind, and his golden dragon robe shone brightly in the sunlight, highlighting his supreme status. This emperor's eyes were deep and resolute, revealing endless wisdom and power. His gaze looked into the distance as if he was scrutinizing the entire world. Beneath his feet, mountains surrounded him, and clouds surrounded him, just like a fairyland. However, this beauty could not move his heart because he was already used to being alone. There were no courtiers, concubines, or children by the emperor's side. He was above ten thousand people, yet he was also below ten thousand people. His heart was filled with the desire for power, the pursuit of honor, and the yearning for eternity. However, none of this seemed to be able to fill the emptiness within him. The emperor once had everything, but as time went on, he gradually lost the family and friends around him. They were either corrupted by power, taken away by war, or sent away by his own hand. In the process, the Emperor also gradually became cold and unfeeling, and even began to doubt the meaning of his own existence. However, the Emperor did not give up. He firmly believed that he could change the world and let the people live a happy and peaceful life. In order to realize this goal, he was willing to pay any price, even his own life. In the process, he constantly fought in all directions, conquered countless countries and nations, and became a true emperor. However, as the emperor's fame grew, his heart grew lonelier and lonelier. He began to miss those carefree days in the past and the people who accompanied him. He longed to find someone he could spend the rest of his life with, someone who could let go of his power and glory. On top of this mountain, the Emperor stood alone, gazing at the distant sky. He knew that no one in this world could understand his inner world, and no one could accompany him on this journey. However, he still persisted because he knew that only by becoming a true emperor would he be able to realize his dream
Prompt: On a war ruins, a man cried helplessly, holding his head in his arms. Behind him were the ruins. The scene was dark, and there were car wrecks and so on around him.
Prompt: On a war ruins, a man cried helplessly, holding his head in his arms. Behind him were the ruins. The scene was dark, and there were car wrecks and so on around him.
Prompt: the last city, all of humanity stacked on top of each other in an endless scramble. an abrupt cliff-like wall of haphazardly stacked container-dwellings, which shifts from time to time to keep up with the strain of its own weight. Above it all, columns of steel and stone rise above the scattered tenements: ancient spires of terrible majesty dominating the urban landscape, between them narrow catwalks and tangled wires bridge dark chasms. A red sun colors everything with rust.
Prompt: In the haunting aftermath of a nuclear detonation, the sprawling devastation unfolds beneath a tumultuous sky. A savage futuristic battlesuit, a mere silhouette in the distant chaos, stands as a foreboding presence. The detonation, a searing torrent of brilliance, casts a long, ominous shadow that extends towards the observer, dominating the foreground. The battlesuit, though small in the vast expanse, commands attention at the center of the composition, its features discernible in the glow of its murderous eyes and futuristic weapons. This juxtaposition creates a dramatic tableau where the overwhelming scale of the nuclear blast captivates the viewer, while the enigmatic mecha emerges as a compelling focal point amid the apocalyptic panorama.
Prompt: A hauntingly realistic depiction of a war-torn city, with remnants of battle scattered throughout the ruins. Smoke billows from destroyed buildings, adding to the atmosphere of destruction and chaos. The painting is highly detailed, capturing every intricate detail of the ruined cityscape. The style is reminiscent of Rembrandt's dramatic use of light and shadow, giving depth and emotion to the scene. This piece serves as a reminder of the devastating effects of war on innocent civilians.
Prompt: 2d cartoon characters, full body head and legs, RoboCop, silver armor, standing next to a future police car, halo, glow, midnight, moon, paving sidewalk, against the background street Old Detroit city, cartoon scenes, sci-fi, dynamic action pose, dnd character, Marvel Comics style, 80s, animated TV series, dark light , dark color, high detailed background, high detail, best quality, by Jack Kirby, Boris Vallejo, Giger, Frank Mille
Negative: low quality, low-grade, twins, ugly, duplicate, deformity, ugliness, morbid, mutilated, fused finger, missing arm, missing leg, extra finger, poorly drawn hand, poorly drawn face, deformed, bad proportion, cloned face, disfigured, extra limb, bad anatomy, gross proportion, malformed limb,extra legs, extra arms, identical positions, duplicates, repeats, ultra realistic, no expression, blurry, 3d, ugly face, low detail, empty background, out of crop, nsfw, nude, anime, superman, ironman, star wars, batman, edged weapon
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: render, plague doctor bust, ultra detailed plague doctor helmet, reflective, dark background, raytracing, soft backlight, post-effects, bloom, green lighting
Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
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: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Negative: fire, roof, nice, beauty
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Negative: fire, nice, beauty
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The Buddha statue faces the camera, and a devout believer kneels in front of the Buddha, with his back to the camera, his eyes closed, and his hands holding rosary beads. Illuminated with a soft, devotional light, it captures the essence of unwavering devotion and rhythmic chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra. pixar disney style
Negative: deformed, ugly, mutilated, disfigured, text, extra limbs, face cut, head cut, extra fingers, extra arms, poorly drawn face, mutation, bad proportions, cropped head, malformed limbs, mutated hands, fused fingers, long neck
Style: Anime
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: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.
Prompt: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.
Prompt: Among the motley variety of trading stalls, busy with trade and many people, stood the ronin, rooted to the center of the city. His armor, scarred by time and battle, looked like evidence of distant battles. Despite his solid appearance, his gaze was calm, almost philosophical. The people around him slowed down, feeling an invisible wave of self-control, their gazes drawn to the mysterious stranger. The merchants stopped their business, and the crowd formed a circle around him. Ronin stood motionless, as if feeling the rhythm of city life. Whispers, gossip, and stories began to be heard among the people about how this strange warrior had left his home province in search of a new adventure. In this crowded city, where everyone was trying to get ahead, the ronin stood as a guardian of ancient wisdom. His presence was a mysterious gift to the city, a reminder of the past, something that caught the attention of everyone who crossed his path.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Gaal Dornick, wide-eyed and awestruck, stands at the edge of a towering observation platform, overlooking the vast metallic expanse of Trantor. The city, sprawling endlessly in every direction, appears almost surreal in its complexity. Gaal, contemplative and amazed, takes in the scene
Prompt: In the haunting aftermath of a nuclear detonation, the sprawling devastation unfolds beneath a tumultuous sky. A savage futuristic battlesuit, a mere silhouette in the distant chaos, stands as a foreboding presence. The detonation, a searing torrent of brilliance, casts a long, ominous shadow that extends towards the observer, dominating the foreground. The battlesuit, though small in the vast expanse, commands attention at the center of the composition, its features discernible in the glow of its murderous eyes and futuristic weapons. This juxtaposition creates a dramatic tableau where the overwhelming scale of the nuclear blast captivates the viewer, while the enigmatic mecha emerges as a compelling focal point amid the apocalyptic panorama.
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Among the motley variety of trading stalls, busy with trade and many people, stood the ronin, rooted to the center of the city. His armor, scarred by time and battle, looked like evidence of distant battles. Despite his solid appearance, his gaze was calm, almost philosophical. The people around him slowed down, feeling an invisible wave of self-control, their gazes drawn to the mysterious stranger. The merchants stopped their business, and the crowd formed a circle around him. Ronin stood motionless, as if feeling the rhythm of city life. Whispers, gossip, and stories began to be heard among the people about how this strange warrior had left his home province in search of a new adventure. In this crowded city, where everyone was trying to get ahead, the ronin stood as a guardian of ancient wisdom. His presence was a mysterious gift to the city, a reminder of the past, something that caught the attention of everyone who crossed his path.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: (masterpiece), ((looking at viewer)), ((visible face cybernetic enhancements in style of Cyberpunk 2077, golden lines on face)), (An image is inspired by (style of Ilya Kuvshinov) mixed with (styles of Ross Tran, WLOP, Guweiz)), Create an image of a personification of Spring season, ((gorgeous woman approximately 25 years old)), ((random blonde ombre hair color)), ((random long hairstyle)), ((3/4 body view)), ((detailed facial features, an Slavic descendant, Polish woman with freckles, a smile on her face)), ((electric green eyes)), and ((green makeup)), she is wearing a ((revealing, ethereal vogue long asymetric dress)) with (green, yellow hue colours with nice golden futuristic ornametns), (d-cup bust, perfect body, tight ethereal dress), and some futuristic Spring themed accesories, the background is a beautiful futuristic cyberpunk English garden.
Prompt: A blazing inferno of miniature Chinese dragons, their scales shimmering with a bedazzling cute glow. Darting through the clouds and mist. With big watery eyes, they are incredibly adorable and amusing. With the inscription \"2024.\" Close midshot, high detail, rule of thirds depth of field, intricate textures, concept art, vibrant colors, futuristic design, meticulous attention to detail, grandeur and awe, a breathtaking visual masterpiece, within a fantastical realm, intense lighting。
Prompt: the last city, all of humanity stacked on top of each other in an endless scramble. The edge of the city is an abrupt cliff-like wall of haphazardly stacked ramshakle dwellings, which shifts from time to time to keep up with the strain of its own weight. Beyond that is nothing but fetid marshes. Above it all, columns of steel and stone rise over the scattered tenements: ancient spires of terrible majesty dominating the urban landscape, between them narrow catwalks and tangled wires bridge dark chasms. A dim haze and dirty rusty grime permeates all. Great forges glow and wires crackle with energy.
Prompt: the last city, all of humanity stacked on top of each other in an endless scramble. The edge of the city is an abrupt cliff-like wall of haphazardly stacked ramshakle dwellings, which shifts from time to time to keep up with the strain of its own weight. Beyond that is nothing but fetid marshes. Above it all, columns of steel and stone rise over the scattered tenements: ancient spires of terrible majesty dominating the urban landscape, between them narrow catwalks and tangled wires bridge dark chasms. A dim haze and dirty grime permeates all. Great forges glow and wires crackle with energy.
Prompt: the last city, all of humanity stacked on top of each other in an endless scramble. The edge of the city is an abrupt cliff-like wall of haphazardly stacked ramshakle dwellings, which shifts from time to time to keep up with the strain of its own weight. Beyond that is nothing but fetid marshes. Above it all, columns of steel and stone rise over the scattered tenements: ancient spires of terrible majesty dominating the urban landscape, between them narrow catwalks and tangled wires bridge dark chasms. Through the haze, everything glows a dim rusty red.
Prompt: In the heart of the desolate city, a 100-foot stone pyramid rises ominously against the dying sun. Surrounded by skeletal buildings and twisted pillars, it looms as a melancholic relic of an ancient era. The city, draped in shadows, echoes with the silence of abandonment. No souls tread its forlorn streets. As the sun's last embers paint the pyramid in haunting hues, the scene becomes a chiaroscuro masterpiece. The stone surface bears the weight of forgotten tales, etched in cryptic symbols and eerie carvings. This desolate tableau, a fusion of darkness and oil-painted resonance, freezes time, capturing a city's silent surrender to the enigma of the solitary pyramid.
Prompt: the last city, all of humanity stacked on top of each other in an endless vertical scramble. The edge of the city is an abrupt cliff-like wall of haphazardly stacked ramshakle dwellings, which shifts from time to time to keep up with the strain of its own weight. Beyond that is nothing but fetid marshes. Above it all, columns of steel and stone rise over the scattered tenements: ancient spires of terrible majesty dominating the urban landscape, between them narrow catwalks and tangled wires bridge dark chasms and trenches. Through the haze, everything glows a dim rusty red.
