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: 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: In a gown of passionate red, she strides, A vision of allure where desire abides. Her silhouette, a symphony in curves, Full breasts, the essence that passion serves. Beneath the fabric's scarlet embrace, Blossoms a warmth, a captivating grace. Contours adorned with elegance and poise, A tapestry of beauty that truly enjoys. Crimson threads caress her form, Accentuating each nuance, a visual storm. Her full breasts, a sculpted masterpiece, Evoke a yearning, a longing release. As the scarlet fabric dances with the breeze, Her allure intensifies, a tempest of ease. In the realm of desire, she takes her stand, A goddess in red, enchanting and grand.
Prompt: seductive, demonic, alluring, voluptuous, curvaceous, buxom, enchantress, wide-hips, fantasy, dark, mysterious, charismatic, magical, captivating
Prompt: The setting was dark, a female ghost, pale, with bright red blood coming out of the corners of her eyes.
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: In the middle of the darkened hall stood a female ghost in red, a low hissing sound as her form began to reveal itself. The female ghost's expression was distorted, and the female ghost's eyes bled
Prompt: Frigga is beautiful and generous, and her temperament is extraordinary, and her noble temperament is enough to make any thinking life submit to her feet.
Prompt: Miss Scarlet, an enigmatic femme fatale with a penchant for intrigue, moves through a world of shadows and secrets. Her alluring presence and sharp intellect are portrayed in a stylish and noir-inspired art style reminiscent of the works of Akihiko Yoshida. Miss Scarlet's character navigates a narrative filled with mystery and suspense, where every glance and subtle movement conceals a layer of complexity in this captivating anime noir.
Prompt: \"From the depths of darkness emerged a canine of sinister aura. Its fur, a pitch-black veil, draped around its menacing form, and its eyes burned with an icy, malevolent glare that pierced through the soul. With every snarl, the air thickened, and the ground quivered in fear. This was no mere hound; it was a harbinger of malevolence, a specter of terror, whose presence foretold impending doom.\"
Prompt: The devil's breath exudes embers that linger in the air, a testament to the eternal damnation he embodies. As he speaks, the fiery remnants of souls long lost to temptation swirl around him, creating an aura of perpetual torment.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine/platano gradient, (headshot:1.5), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, (headshot:2.0), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.9), headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbaed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: \"Within the shadows, a malevolent hound lurked, its eyes a fiery crimson, gleaming with an ominous glow. Each step it took resonated with a chilling silence, as if the very ground feared its presence. Its low growl echoed through the night, a harbinger of impending darkness, ready to unleash havoc upon the unsuspecting.\"
Prompt: a girl of a primordial celestial entity, whose name is Isranthia the Elder. It has many amazing abilities, such as manipulating the fundamental forces of the universe, possessing omniscient vision, bestowing celestial blessings, having eternal existence, and projecting astrally. It is a cosmic deity in ancient myths, whose purpose is to maintain the balance between creation and destruction. Its worshipers believe that seeing its divine presence brings enlightenment and profound understanding of the cosmos.
Prompt: In the land of emeralds, where the soul exudes life,lived the Furious Emerald Empress, a fearless woman.Her power was strong, her magic unrivalled,As she walked through the kingdom, her story became immortal.Her eyes glowed with emerald fire,Her hands possessed a magic that never fails.She summoned the earth to hear her call,And with a flick of her wrist, everything was controlled.The Furious Emerald Empress was a force to be feared,While her magic was used to win.Her fury was equalled only by her grace,As she walked through the kingdom with steps of cadence and audacity.The mountains bowed before her,Their leaves shimmered as the wind blew.The earth shook with a deafening sound,As she summoned the magic of the spirit in her favour.Her emerald eyes shone with a hermetic light,As the Furious Emerald Empress controlled the scene.Her magic flowed, a river of verdant passion,A spectacle few in the entire nation had ever witnessed.The emerald kingdom was in her hands,A place where magic was the greatest of lessons.The Furious Emerald Empress ruled with mastery,A queen of magic, a force that surpassed fantasy.In the land of emeralds, her story still lives on,A legend of magic that never fades.For the monarch full of rage, her magic was real,And her legacy will always be immortal.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the depths of night, when hope fades fast,And shadows crawl where light once shone,Appears a crimson ghost, its magic cast,To reignite the flame that long has gone.Its eyes ablaze like coals of fire,A cloak that drapes in endless flow,It conjures secrets to inspire,And makes the heart with hope aglow.This ghostly figure shuns the day,And defies the rules of mortal law,It whispers secrets with a sway,That fills the void with eerie awe.The magic of this spectral host,Is in its crimson blood-like hue,That sends a chill down to the bone,And makes the heart beat black and blue.So when the darkness threatens to consume,And fear and doubt threaten to reign,Call forth the ghost with crimson plume,To light the way and break the chain.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: **Dragon goddess warrior with deep rich red scales they shimmer and glow she has magma flame breath .with light blue eyes using magma breath Elle-Ru was King Valron's first child and a fierce red dragon. She was known for her magma flame breath, which could melt even the strongest of metals. Her scales were a deep, rich red and they seemed to shimmer and glow, as if they were infused with molten magma. Elle-Ru was a skilled warrior, able to use her powerful flames to decimate her enemies in battle. In addition to her flame breath, Elle-Ru also had the ability to control the heat of her fire, allowing her to raise the temperature in a specific area to incredible levels. This made her an extremely effective dragon in battle, as she could roast her enemies from the inside out.
Prompt: \"Out of the abyss emerged an entity of boundless malevolence—an abomination unseen before. Its form, an ever-shifting vortex of darkness and wretchedness, exuded an aura that devoured light itself. Eyes burning like the pits of eternal damnation, it commanded dread with every glance. Each step it took echoed through the fabric of existence, foretelling an epoch of absolute desolation and unending misery. Its howls, a chorus of infinite suffering, shattered reality itself, promising an eternity of insurmountable evil and unyielding torment. This was not a creature of the mortal realm; it was the eternal embodiment of unquenchable malevolence, the bringer of a darkness that knew no end.\"
Prompt: She is elegant and vulgar, has a light spirit of gas, delicate skin, relaxed demeanor, beautiful eyes flowing peach cheek with a smile with words did not spit, gas if orchid, eyes say never firm in gentle,a woman,Hermione in Harry Potter
Prompt: model silhouette, minimalistic photo, white space, negative space, high contrast, black and white, Jarek Kubicki, Leica M10 Monochrom, dramatic light, clean sharp focus, ultra sharp focus, photography, professional photography, realistic, highly detailed, ultra details, photo, hyperrealistic, high detail, ultra realistic, ultra detailed
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: Her face, displaying timeless beauty, would reveal delicate features and captivating eyes. Her lips would stretch into an enigmatic smile, framed by wavy, carefully styled hair. The contour of her face would be elegantly defined. Her body, gracefully sculpted, would present a sinuous and slender silhouette. Her posture would be full of confidence, showcasing delicate shoulders and a defined waist. The contemporary outfit would hug her curves, combining chic and sophistication, perhaps a dress that would flatter her figure without being too revealing.
Prompt: Her face, displaying timeless beauty, would reveal delicate features and captivating eyes. Her lips would stretch into an enigmatic smile, framed by wavy, carefully styled hair. The contour of her face would be elegantly defined. Her body, gracefully sculpted, would present a sinuous and slender silhouette. Her posture would be full of confidence, showcasing delicate shoulders and a defined waist. The contemporary outfit would hug her curves, combining chic and sophistication, perhaps a dress that would flatter her figure without being too revealing. The Mona Lisa, in a modern version, would embody the perfect balance between classic grace and contemporary canons of beauty, capturing admiration with its timeless charm.
Prompt: A slender, girlish figure. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect. wearing a few fancy ornaments.
Prompt: A slender, girlish figure. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect. Wearing only a few highly wrought ornaments and nothing else.
Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: She is a woman of grace and elegance, radiating confidence with every step she takes. Her flowing locks cascade down her shoulders, framing a face adorned with gentle curves and captivating eyes that hold a wealth of wisdom and compassion. With a poised demeanor, she exudes a quiet strength that commands respect and admiration from those around her. Her warm smile lights up the room, inviting others to share in her infectious joy and positivity. A natural nurturer, she possesses a nurturing spirit that extends to everyone she encounters, always ready to lend a helping hand or provide a listening ear. Behind her gentle exterior lies a formidable intellect and ambition, as she fearlessly pursues her dreams and empowers others to do the same. In her presence, one can't help but be inspired by her unwavering resilience and unwavering determination. She is a beacon of inspiration and a true embodiment of grace and inner strength.
Prompt: The female warrior has pale white skin, black hair, wears a fantastic dark outfit, and under the influence of black magic, black flames come out of her eyes. Show the woman's entire body. produce a character board.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: A girl in red dress, crying in with blood red tears, miserable, sorrow, death, misery surrounding her, flames of revenge and grief. ethereal
Negative: ugly, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn faces, unrealistic
Prompt: An impressive goddess of fire. She wears a dress made of fire. The dress is flamboyant and moving.
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: Imagine an entity of absolute rage incarnate within a feline form. Its eyes blaze with an infernal fury, emitting an unearthly and piercing glow of malevolence that seems to pierce the soul. Ears, flat and pressed violently against its skull, accentuate the sheer aggression radiating from its core. The mouth contorts into a grotesque, snarling chasm, revealing jagged fangs that gleam ominously in the surrounding darkness. Its fur stands like barbed wire, every strand charged with unrestrained wrath, as if electricity crackles through its very being. The tail whips violently, a tempestuous cyclone of unfathomable rage that defies containment. Each breath resonates with an escalating, unforgiving fury, shrouding the vicinity in an aura of unadulterated, seething hatred that eclipses all sense of tranquility.
