Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.

Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.

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: 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: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.

Negative: nudity

Prompt: Apology in rain, tear-streaked face, remorseful expression; shattered vase, spilled flowers, regretful aftermath; handwritten note, ink smudges, sincere apology; empty chair, solitude, echoes of regret; broken promises, mended heart, forgiveness sought; somber sunset, reflection, apologies in silence; crumpled letter, forgiveness, healing process; tearful eyes, heartfelt sorry, reconciliation scene.

Prompt: Apology in rain, tear-streaked face, remorseful expression; shattered vase, spilled flowers, regretful aftermath; handwritten note, ink smudges, sincere apology; empty chair, solitude, echoes of regret; broken promises, mended heart, forgiveness sought; somber sunset, reflection, apologies in silence; crumpled letter, forgiveness, healing process; tearful eyes, heartfelt sorry, reconciliation scene.

Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune, the notes hanging in the air like memories refusing to fade. The old man took a slow sip, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the clock above the bar — its ticking echoed in the quiet of the room. A woman entered, the doorbell chiming softly. She had the look of someone who had seen her share of storms but had weathered them all. The old man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, time stood still. She approached the bar, the worn wooden stools creaking under her weight. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring her a drink without a word. She took the glass in her hands, the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. \"Long time,\" she said, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. The old man nodded, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history. They spoke in fragments, words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. The jukebox changed its tune, the music now a slow dance of shadows on the walls. Outside, the rain began to fall, a soft patter on the windowpane. The old man and the woman sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the storm. The whiskey warmed them, and the room held the secrets of a thousand stories. As the night deepened, they paid their tabs and rose from their stools. The doorbell chimed again as they stepped into the wet streets. The rain soaked through their clothes, but they walked together, side by side, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the fading notes of the jukebox behind them. In the quiet of the night, they disappeared into the mist, two figures in the vastness of the city, carrying the weight of their shared history into the darkness.

Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune,

Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining

Prompt: I came in from the outside, burnt out from a joyride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway Played from the bedside is Stella by Starlight That was my heart, the drums that start off night and day The same kind of music haunts her bedroom I'm almost me again, she's almost you I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me

Prompt: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,

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: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;

Prompt: A woman with her mouth wide open, with the following writings in her mouth: 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: 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: 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: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.

Prompt: use this lyrics : With a precise shot, returns to the dust Look what they're forcing me to do TO DO I carry out his plan, like a god who tends his garden My job is gold, tailored suit, tie and shaved head I bump into a woman and child lying on the sofa I erase my tracks, clean up and go to bed Call a briefcase full of money And no questions asked I shed blood The innocent I'm a merciless killer Every action has a price That of a lost soul in a confessional Alone in hell ends the animal kingdom! And I keep telling myself that it’s for my homeland I'm a covert agent protecting my family I'm a pawn ruled by the crown A fallen angel in a dead end

Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates

Prompt: He walked on the street in the rainy night, his clothes were soaked, and the cold wind was biting. He didn't know where he was going, nor where he came from. He only knew that he had lost everything, his home, his lover, his dream. He felt like a walking dead, without a goal, without hope, without meaning.He looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds, without a trace of starlight. He looked down at the street lamp, only to see the light was dim, flickering. He felt like that street lamp, about to go out, about to disappear. He couldn't help but think of her, she used to be his light, his warmth, his everything. But she had left him, forever.He didn't know how long he could walk, nor how long he could live. He only knew that he had nothing to lose, his life had no value. He was just waiting, waiting for that moment to come, that moment, he could reunite with her, that moment, he could end it all.

Prompt: 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: A down-and-out, disheveled, middle-aged beggar with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face, raised his hands and looked up at the sky, where many gold coins had fallen, the symbol on the coin was a Brazilian real. In one of his hands he held the phone, just in time to see the side screen of the phone, which read ABC

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: Sun, stars and moon, you're sitting alone again, sea, wind, bird's cry, why do you need a man, happiness, joy, silence, only you have yourself

Prompt: I don't need no chitter chatter Sweet nothings, tiresome natter Words get in the way I don't need to hear what you have to say. Chat up lines have become a bore I just need a man I adore c lustful hold and stare c passionate love affair I'm an old fashioned girl Looking for a man to show me romance Shower me with kisses and a moonlit dance I want you to wow me Take me back to black and white, like a silent movie Squeeze me tight but hold your tongue I want you to wow me c gentleman will never tell Like a silent movie I don't need no talking pictures

Style: Photographic

Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls

Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls

Prompt: \"Generate an image capturing the raw intensity of a girl, with disheveled hair and tear-stained cheeks, gripping the collar of a boy's shirt. Convey a mix of desperation and sorrow in her expression, while the Boy's face reflects surprise or remorse. Set the scene with subtle lighting to enhance the emotional atmosphere. Both Girl and Boy should be there.

Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me

Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me

Prompt: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)

Negative: nudity

Prompt: Radiating an aura of noble grace, Frigga was a figure whose mere presence commanded reverence.

Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth

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: concept album cover, photo Realistic, masutepiece, Realistic, High contrast, hyper Detailed, Best Quality, 超A high resolution, photo Realistic, High resolution, Detailed, Raw photo, Kyoko Kirigiri, Long hair, Purple hair, Side braid, Blunt bangs, Hair Ribbon, a black ribbon, High collar, Brown tie, Black Motorcycle Jacket, Long sleeves, Black Gloves, Black mini skirt, Pleated skirt,(( Black long boots)), (((Full Shot))), Danganronpa \\(Series\\), Street, Full Shot, Looking at Viewer, White shirt, Woman, (((From below))), Busy city, foreshortening, (Pose Seductive), Looking at Viewer, mad, (eyecontact), japanaese girl,

Style: Craft Clay

Prompt: Create a minimalistic and soft-colored 3D rendering of an astronaut floating serenely in space, inspired by Blender's subtle aesthetics. The astronaut's suit should be rendered in pastel hues, with smooth contours and a matte texture for a modern and stylized appearance. Surrounding the astronaut, depict a series of Bitcoins in an assortment of soft, muted metallic tones, like gold, silver, and pale bronze, gently illuminated by a diffuse light source to enhance the tender color palette. They should be placed in a zero-gravity dance around the astronaut, but keep the design simple and the forms abstract. The background should be a white. The overall lighting should be subtle and diffuse, with no harsh shadows or bright highlights, to evoke a sense of tranquility and minimalism

Style: 3D Model

Prompt: Torn in time, Listen to my words for once, Do you fear?, Fear for a broken spell of lust, Touched by a mortal sinner, Roar of massive illusion,

Prompt: And they will rush to the right and to the left, Carrying a silver din. And the Virgin will scream joyfully, Believe fearing news! I'll grab my heart with my hand, He will press his cheek to Taurus, And starry tears will roll By the flushed face!

Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegrating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls

Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.

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: This night went well for me, I escaped from that woman's window just in time. Of course I would have told the husband that I was just keeping his lady company while he was busy spending his time in the town tavern. But I don't think he would have thanked me for my service to his better half. I always prefer women with whom I can agree on a price. This is why they know me as Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels

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: What I've got, you've got to give it to your mamma What I've got, you've got to give it to your papa What I've got, you've got to give it to your daughter You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

Prompt: Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow!—Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.

Prompt: Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow!—Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.