Prompt: Riya did not know whether Aman's soul had returned to her or it was just an illusion. But she knew that she would never be able to forget Aman.

Prompt: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.

Prompt: Generate an image illustrating Lakshmana, Rama's loyal brother, torn between his duty to protect Sita and the urgency to investigate the golden deer. Show his conflicted emotions and the internal struggle as he grapples with the decision to leave Sita alone momentarily.

Prompt: Shri Ram is described as a dark-complexioned, broad-shouldered prince with coppery eyes and a lotus-like face, radiating divine grace and regal power.

Prompt: The demon was becoming clearer in front of her eyes. She understood that her fate was irreversible. In that dark temple, the young woman became a sacrifice for that evil ritual. Her life was extinguished in the darkness in a horrific and chilling scene

Negative: double body, double face, double features, incorrect posture, ((two heads)), two faces, pregnant, Deformed belly, deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, {((extra limb)), ugly, ((poorly drawn hands)), missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body (((mutated hands and fingers))), (((out of frame))), long fingers, blender, cropped, low-res, close-up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, grainy, extra limbs, bad anatomy, High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, closeup, deformed, ((extra limbs)), ((extra fingers)), (((mutated hands))), bad anatomy, bad proportions , blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, mutated legs, farmer material, no head, headphones, farmer shorts, no full body, no boots.Repeated hands,

Prompt: Reflecting on a poignant moment: Ravan's final rites with Mandodari in tears. Share your perspectives and emotions on this scene

Prompt: Visualize a scene where Lord Rama, the protagonist, observes Sita's fascination with the golden deer from a distance. Capture Ram's concern and realization of the potential danger as he contemplates the mysterious nature of the deer.

Prompt: Visualize a scene where Lord Rama, the protagonist, observes Sita's fascination with the golden deer from a distance. Capture Ram's concern and realization of the potential danger as he contemplates the mysterious nature of the deer.

Prompt: The young woman wasted no time in breaking through the throng of devotees and making her way through the dark corridors of the temple, desperately searching for an escape. She could feel the devotees chasing behind her, her heart beating rapidly, the

Negative: double body, double face, double features, incorrect posture, ((two heads)), two faces, pregnant, Deformed belly, deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, {((extra limb)), ugly, ((poorly drawn hands)), missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body (((mutated hands and fingers))), (((out of frame))), long fingers, blender, cropped, low-res, close-up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, grainy, extra limbs, bad anatomy, High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, closeup, deformed, ((extra limbs)), ((extra fingers)), (((mutated hands))), bad anatomy, bad proportions , blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, mutated legs, farmer material, no head, headphones, farmer shorts, no full body, no boots.Repeated hands,

Prompt: With a radiant complexion like a rain-cloud or a blue lotus, Rama stood tall and well-built, his broad shoulders, long arms, and wide red eyes radiating a divine aura that captivated all who beheld him

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: Underneath her skin and jewelry, hidden in her words and eyes is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell. Trembling at the thought of feeling. Wide awake and keeping distance. Nothing seems to penetrate her. She's scared as hell.

Prompt: The young woman's heart was heavy with fear as she watched the demonically summoned religious ceremony unfold before her. With a sense of urgency, she knew she had to sneak away and reveal the true nature of this dangerous ritual.

Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.

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 moment the door opened, an intense dark energy hit her. An invisible pressure permeated this space, while the ground seemed to be made up of endless ethereal depths.

Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave

Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave

Prompt: He followed the path closer and closer to Lily's home. When he arrived, he saw Lily sitting by the window, smiling to welcome his arrival. The gaze between the two was as deep and warm as the starry sky.

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: Generate an image depicting a heartfelt scene of a young boy who desires to propose to a girl he deeply cares about, yet finds himself unable to do so as she is already engaged to someone else. Capture the emotions of longing, hesitation, and unspoken feelings in the visual narrative.

Prompt: The shop owner told Alice that she needs to tell a hidden secret, and then this bracelet will belong to her. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to share her deepest secret.

Prompt: Alan's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the concealed entrance, his every sense heightened. The warning of the elder elf echoed in his mind, reminding him of the cunning tricks the sprites might employ. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he readied himself. With one hand firmly gripping the vial of shimmering powder and the other clutching the map, Alan cautiously stepped closer to the entrance. As he neared the threshold, he whispered the ancient incantation he had been taught, the words flowing from his lips like a protective melody. The moment was tense, with the forest seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of what would unfold next. Armed with the magical powder and the power of the spell, Alan stood ready to confront the mischievous sprites and retrieve the treasured box for the elder elf.

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: A Tulpa [ Little girl ]is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.

Prompt: A Tulpa [ Little girl ]is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.

Prompt: Anaya, the Jasmine Enchantress, whose physical character stands as a timeless and graceful presence in the unfolding love story. With a slender and elegant stature, Anaya embodies the charm of her Kerala roots. Her delicate features, adorned with expressive eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose, radiate warmth and kindness. Anaya's long, flowing chestnut hair, reminiscent of the fragrant jasmine blossoms, adds a touch of classic beauty to her appearance. Draped in a saree with intricate Kerala motifs, Anaya's attire reflects the rich cultural heritage she carries. Throughout the visual narrative, Anaya's consistent physical features, coupled with her poised and expressive demeanor, serve as a visual thread connecting her character across diverse cultural settings and emotional moments in the love story.

Style: Cinematic

Prompt: t was a young woman, about 20 years Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face, so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eyes sockets, and she had no nose to her face.

Prompt: You and I are two different things One cloud's tears of water Let's break on the ground with rhinestones We'll scatter around and around... Endless downward desire Rewarded by the sun's gaze Brings joy to the grass You and I will be placed next to each other...

Prompt: Engaging in a discussion about an ancient Ramayan scene: Ravan's last rites with Mandodari weeping. Share your insights and feelings on this classical moment, connecting it to the broader context of the Ramayan epic.

Prompt: Engaging in a discussion about an ancient Ramayan scene: Ravan's last rites with Mandodari weeping. Share your insights and feelings on this classical moment, connecting it to the broader context of the Ramayan epic.

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: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.

Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet

Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet

Prompt: Scarlett possessed a tempestuous spirit, fierce and unyielding. Her allure lay in the resolute glint of her eyes, a flame undiminished by adversity. With each stride, Scarlett carried an aura of indomitable will, a force that swept all in her path.

Prompt: Illustrate the emotional core of the story by portraying Hanuman's deep love and devotion. Use visual elements to convey the strength of these emotions, perhaps through symbolic representations like a glowing heart or ethereal connections.

Prompt: Craft a powerful image capturing the moment when Lord Shiva, with compassion in his eyes, selflessly drinks the poison to save the world. Use lighting and symbolism to convey the gravity of the sacrifice.

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: The waves crashed against the shore, mingling seawater with raindrops, permeating the air with a fresh yet piercing fragrance. The girl's footsteps left blurry imprints, as if silently narrating the resilient anthem of her life.

Prompt: Generate an image prompt capturing the intense moment when Prahlada, with unwavering determination, defies his father's opposition and engages in fervent prayer to Lord Vishnu amidst a backdrop of familial discord and disapproval.

Prompt: Hlin, the guardian goddess, embodied comfort and was often dispatched by Frigga to console the afflicted.

Prompt: As time passed, Alice walked into another store and saw a strange man standing in the corner. His eyes emitted an evil light that made Alice feel uneasy. The man approached her and offered a mysterious item under extremely harsh conditions. Alice couldn't believe her ears. She firmly refused the deal, but the man didn't seem to be giving up.

Prompt: When her cherished son, Baader, succumbed to nightmares, Frigga beseeched the Nine Realms' denizens to swear against harming him

Prompt: She was a work of art, with her delicate features and her graceful movements. She was a sight to behold, and she was sure to turn heads wherever she went.