Prompt: and a lame flea from that shore of the sea, which a hare cannot fly over, an eagle cannot run across, even though the sea is not a sea, but just like a puddle in the middle of the city, where the shadow of a flea fell on the hare and killed him, and a sheepskin coat came out of the hare’s skin and went where the eyes look, and then the hare jumps
Prompt: He left the city where the hare was running, on which the shadow of the eagle fell, and went wherever his eyes looked.
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: When all the flying birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. The cunning rabbit dies and the lackey is cooked. The meaning of this sentence is to create a meaningful painting, which requires dogs, rabbits, bows and arrows, and people to fully reflect the meaning of this sentence.
Prompt: As for Alice, in the garden of live flowers, she is told flat out that she is “beginning to fade” – a point reiterated in a roundabout way in Humpty Dumpty’s suggestion that she “might have left off at seven”, instead of reaching the “uncomfortable”, grand old age of “seven years and six months”.
Prompt: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: warhammer 40000 style, prototype, concept (walker:0.9) as (t-rex:0.8), futuristic design, powerful engine, smoke, smog, sparks, clouds, piles of trash, ruins, sci-fi, cyberpunk, simple parts and designs, streamlined shape, gothic, against the background of the post-apocalyptic ruins of a metropolitan city, dark palette, colored, vibrant color, detailed background, detail, quality, design by Gerry Anderson, art by Chris Foss Johnny Bruck
Negative: animal, low quality, low detail, incorrect details, disproportionality
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Digital infographic business. Abstract hologram hi-tech background. Virtual reality technology innovation. Head-up display interface. Futuristic Sci-Fi glowing HUD circle, dark blue color
Prompt: When all the flying birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. The cunning rabbit dies and the lackey is cooked. The meaning of this sentence is to create a painting with connotation. It requires elements such as dogs, rabbits, birds, bows and arrows, and people. The painting must fully reflect the connotation of this sentence.
Prompt: In Through the Looking-Glass, a narrative loosely governed both by specular principles and by the rules of chess, once again Alice isn’t at all recalcitrant to play the game – in fact, by her own admission, she “would like to be a Queen, best”. Isn’t this tantamount to a declaration of willingness, nay, eagerness to develop? And so we come back to my original point.
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: One sunny morning, there was a rabbit carrying a small backpack full of carrots. It is very sad when it is lovelorn, with tears streaming from the corners of its eyes
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
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...
Prompt: Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number Its number is six hundred and sixty-six I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe? That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? 'Cause in my dreams it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? Six six six, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done Six six six, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes Six six six, the number of the beast Six six six, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
Prompt: By watery carillons and will-o-wisping weirs dreams a demoiselle of her beloved’s return, bosomed bodiced in pastels laid lightly as leaf-shadows dancing by lantern-light upon liquid pages
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The story of \"The Snipe and the Clam\" is a classic fable that conveys the moral lesson of the folly of unnecessary conflict. In this tale, a snipe and a clam become embroiled in a senseless dispute over a piece of marshland. The snipe claims ownership of the land and insists that the clam vacate the area immediately. As the argument escalates, both the snipe and the clam become increasingly adamant about their rights to the marshland. Unable to reach a resolution through dialogue, the snipe and the clam decide to seek the judgment of other animals in the vicinity. The case is brought before a wise and impartial owl, who listens attentively to the arguments presented by both parties. In the end, the owl delivers a verdict that highlights the absurdity of their quarrel. The wise owl declares that the snipe, being a bird, is entitled to the air above the marshland, while the clam, being a creature of the water, has rightful claim to the space beneath the surface. The marshland, as a whole, should be shared harmoniously between them, with each enjoying their respective domains. The fable of the snipe and the clam teaches a valuable lesson about the importance of compromise, understanding, and peaceful coexistence. It emphasizes the foolishness of engaging in unnecessary conflicts and the benefits of finding common ground to live harmoniously.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: post-apocalyptic style, city, destruction, destruction of buildings, destruction of objects, destruction of transport, destruction of roads, destruction of infrastructure, destruction of bridges, animals, mutants, large aggressive hares, evil hares, killer hares, people, people are smaller than hares, hares hunt people, hares kill people, people with weapons, people with an oxygen tank, people with artificial limbs, deer, huge deer, deer destroying buildings, deer killing everyone, predatory deer, carnivores, dangerous animals, mutated animals, large animals, infected animals, trees, large trees, luminescent leaves on trees, leaves glow, people are dying, people are running, people are fleeing, people are shooting, people with machine guns, poor people, destroyed transport, destroyed infrastructure, the landscape is overgrown, everything is overgrown with trees and moss, everything is overgrown with leaves and grass, dominant flora, living flora, bodybuilder bears, killer bears, giant bears
Prompt: post-apocalyptic style, city, destruction, destruction of buildings, destruction of objects, destruction of transport, destruction of roads, destruction of infrastructure, destruction of bridges, animals, mutants, large aggressive hares, evil hares, killer hares, people, people are smaller than hares, hares hunt people, hares kill people, people with weapons, people with an oxygen tank, people with artificial limbs, deer, huge deer, deer destroying buildings, deer killing everyone, predatory deer, carnivores, dangerous animals, mutated animals, large animals, infected animals, trees, large trees, luminescent leaves on trees, leaves glow, people are dying, people are running, people are fleeing, people are shooting, people with machine guns, poor people, destroyed transport, destroyed infrastructure, the landscape is overgrown, everything is overgrown with trees and moss, everything is overgrown with leaves and grass, dominant flora, living flora, bodybuilder bears, killer bears, giant bears, ordinary people, confrontation between people and fauna, animal mutants on 4 legs, people in torn clothes, people covered in blood, people dying, stupid animals.
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: The monsters howled in unison and, bowing their heads, shot needles from their backs, into which their fur turned in the blink of an eye. But all the shells got stuck in the wave created by the hammer and were thrown aside. The next moment, Mensa’s attack reached the wolves and, knocking them over, dragged them along the ground for several meters. high detail
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Besides, Alice is mostly in charge of her metamorphoses. Granted: we have to allow for a certain margin of error, but that’s only fair. In Wonderland, precise instructions are pretty thin on the ground beyond a cursory “Drink Me” or “Eat Me”. Not to mention Caterpillar’s cryptic advice about the “two sides” of the mushroom he’s sitting on: one makes you grow taller, the other shorter but, to Alice’s puzzlement, “which is which?”.
Prompt: The White Rabbit appears looking for the gloves and fan. Mistaking Alice for his maidservant, he orders her to go into his house and retrieve them. Alice finds another bottle and drinks from it, which causes her to grow to such an extent that she gets stuck in the house. Attempting to extract her, The White Rabbit and his neighbors eventually take to hurling pebbles that turn into small cakes. Alice eats one and shrinks herself, allowing her to flee into the forest.
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: Alice, a young girl, sits bored by a riverbank and spots a White Rabbit with a pocket watch and waistcoat lamenting that he is late. Surprised, Alice follows him down a rabbit hole, which sends her into a lengthy plummet but to a safe landing. Inside a room with a table, she finds a key to a tiny door, beyond which is a garden. While pondering how to fit through the door, she discovers a bottle reading \"Drink me\". Alice drinks a portion of the bottle's contents, and to her astonishment, she shrinks small enough to enter the door. However, she had left the key upon the table and cannot reach it. Alice then discovers and eats a cake, which causes her to grow to a tremendous size. Unhappy, Alice bursts into tears, and the passing White Rabbit flees in a panic, dropping a fan and two gloves. Alice uses the fan for herself, which causes her to shrink once more and leaves her swimming in a pool of her own tears. Within the pool, Alice meets various animals and birds, who convene on a bank and engage in a \"Caucus Race\" to dry themselves. Following the end of the race, Alice inadvertently frightens the animals away by discussing her cat.
Prompt: Intimations of our transience become more insistent – they would, wouldn’t they? – in Through the Looking-Glass, the sequel Carroll published in December 1871. The prefatory poem to this winter narrative has a distinctly melancholy tone, spelling out the exact cause for such a change in mood: “We are but older children, dear, / who fret to find our bedtime near.”
Prompt: I told your mamma I'd get you home but I didn't tell her I had no car; I saw a lion he was standing alone with a tadpole in a jar
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: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: In a back alley among the shimmering skyscrapers, where the roar of the bustle of the city sounded like the distant roar of waves, a ronin appeared in ancient armor, like a samurai out of time. His ancient sword, crippled by time, raised to the sky, cast shadows on the warrior’s face, in which the spirit of antiquity and the wisdom of military battles were visible. At first, the townspeople casually paid attention to the unusual wanderer in times long gone. However, as he stood in the middle of the street for what seemed like an eternity, the city froze in amazement. The glass facades reflected the reflections of the sun, creating a kind of light cocoon around the ronin. A crowd of people began to gather around him, the story of his past flickering in the eyes of passersby. People felt the magic of ancient times, which came to life in this unexpected guest. Ronin has become a symbol of coming to terms with the past and at the same time a reminder of the importance of maintaining one's identity in a world of constant change. Thus, within one day, a ronin in old armor, like a wandering messenger of time, became the unwitting hero of the city, leaving a trace of nostalgia and respect for history in the hearts of the residents that did not disappear for a long time.
Prompt: The cage’s door immediately opened, and the bird flew out freely. The bird gratefully said, “Thank you, Gummy Bear. You are my hero!” ar 16:9. seed:1809036085
Prompt: The cage’s door immediately opened, and the bird flew out freely. The bird gratefully said, “Thank you, Gummy Bear. You are my hero!” ar 16:9. seed:1809036085
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
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: Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide, Où l'Espérance, comme une chauve-souris, S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris
Prompt: Manawa est un homme. C'est l’archetype du demi elf, disposant de la grâce des Elfes et de l’audace des hommes. Ca barbe de qlq jours et ces cheveux, mi long, sont châtains aux reflet d’or, Gluckly, qui à pour habitude de s’enrouler autour du cou de son fidèle ami, donne l’impression que Manawa impose une crinière majestueuse. Mesurant 1m70, et pesant 65 kilo, son allure svelte et tonic font de lui qlq un de très abile. Enfin et c’est ce que sa communauté retiendra, ces yeux. Devenu vert depuis son pacte avec la Reine Féé, ils sont d’une intense chaleur et lui confère un charme qu’homme, femme, elf, demi elfe ne peuvent résister.
Prompt: Late at night, crossing the streets of the town and stepping onto the old stone steps leading to the church, the silence along the way broken only by the murmur of the night wind. When they reached the door of the church, there was a tension in the air, and terror
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,
