Prompt: ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), Close your eyes, touch me, You smell of temptation and honey. The dirt of the fragments of the day will disappear, Nature will strike the gong. The night creeps like a black beast, Vibrating in the moonlight. Scratching at the door, knocking on the window, She's cold alone, cold alone. Caressing the night, touch me, Your name is temptation. Give me More than just love, Give me more than passion That passes like pain. I will burn in the fire, I will burn in you, let me, I can become ashes only by knowing your paradise. - bright colors, dramatic light, photorealistic image of the whole body in the style of fantasy art (wide-angle lens, panoramic:1.2), a beautiful face, portrait, the painting is painted in a soft watercolor style, a woman is depicted in moonlight, her features are flooded with a soft diffused radiance that emphasizes the subtle nuances of her expression. The artist, relying on Sargent's accuracy, captured every delicate contour of her face, the intricacies of her gaze and the cascading strands of her hair. In this mysterious setting, the artist uses da Vinci's skill in the field of shadow and light, creating a seductive game that emphasizes the mysterious aura surrounding the woman, Shadows dance on her features, emphasizing the depth of her gaze and adding a touch of mystery to Yukisakura's composition, very detailed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), Close your eyes, touch me, You smell of temptation and honey. The dirt of the fragments of the day will disappear, Nature will strike the gong. The night creeps like a black beast, Vibrating in the moonlight. Scratching at the door, knocking on the window, She's cold alone, cold alone. Caressing the night, touch me, Your name is temptation. Give me More than just love, Give me more than passion That passes like pain. I will burn in the fire, I will burn in you, let me, I can become ashes only by knowing your paradise. - bright colors, dramatic light, photorealistic image of the whole body in the style of fantasy art (wide-angle lens, panoramic:1.2), a beautiful face, portrait, the painting is painted in a soft watercolor style, a woman is depicted in moonlight, her features are flooded with a soft diffused radiance that emphasizes the subtle nuances of her expression. The artist, relying on Sargent's accuracy, captured every delicate contour of her face, the intricacies of her gaze and the cascading strands of her hair. In this mysterious setting, the artist uses da Vinci's skill in the field of shadow and light, creating a seductive game that emphasizes the mysterious aura surrounding the woman, Shadows dance on her features, emphasizing the depth of her gaze and adding a touch of mystery to Yukisakura's composition, very detailed
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Night comes, I disappear in visionsOver fields and in quiet forestsDissolving in places where there is no timeWhere the wind is in my hairThere is only a moment and it will immediately melt awayIt's easy to missThe silk slips between my fingersAnd now he's very far awayI don't want to go backI knowThat I'm standing in the thunderstorm rainThese dreams are covered with snowAnd the veil loses its smokeThere in the darkness of cold embracesWhere are these worlds born?Pushes me back to realityAnd the lights are getting closer to dawn
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A grotesque parody of the female form writhes, its body a tapestry woven from countless, twisted fingers. Long, slender digits, once instruments of touch, now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.
Style: Digital Art
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.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Distant times have come and past it seems that joy can never last, Delving through my darkest thought becomes a nightmare of what I've wrought,How do we know what's good or bad is it times that make us sad ,All the fun joy and glee always end in misery ,It seems the moments that bring us pain chose to leave a lasting stain,Wanna reboot with a fresh new start perhaps this time I'll get a heart.3d digital fantasy art
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a human body made entirely of fingers, monstrosity of fingers writhes , human anatomy , a testament to the allure of the feminine. spooky, eerie, unimaginable horror. nightmare demon. Agony fuels its every move, a symphony of silent screams. Beauty and horror collide, a testament to the forbidden. What darkness cradles this finger-woven fiend
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), Close your eyes, touch me, You smell of temptation and honey. The dirt of the fragments of the day will disappear, Nature will strike the gong. The night creeps like a black beast, Vibrating in the moonlight. Scratching at the door, knocking on the window, She's cold alone, cold alone. Caressing the night, touch me, Your name is temptation. Give me More than just love, Give me more than passion That passes like pain. I will burn in the fire, I will burn in you, let me, I can become ashes only by knowing your paradise. - bright colors, dramatic light, photorealistic image of the whole body in the style of fantasy art (wide-angle lens, panoramic:1.2), a beautiful face, portrait, the painting is painted in a soft watercolor style, a woman is depicted in moonlight, her features are flooded with a soft diffused radiance that emphasizes the subtle nuances of her expression. The artist, relying on Sargent's accuracy, captured every delicate contour of her face, the intricacies of her gaze and the cascading strands of her hair. In this mysterious setting, the artist uses da Vinci's skill in the field of shadow and light, creating a seductive game that emphasizes the mysterious aura surrounding the woman, Shadows dance on her features, emphasizing the depth of her gaze and adding a touch of mystery to Yukisakura's composition, very detailed
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a human body made entirely of fingers, , a testament to the allure of the feminine. human anatomy , monstrosity of fingers writhes spooky, eerie, unimaginable horror. nightmare demon. Agony fuels its every move, a symphony of silent screams. Beauty and horror collide, a testament to the forbidden. What darkness cradles this finger-woven fiend
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Underneath the moonlit glow, we find, A symphony of love, our souls entwined. Your laughter, a melody, so kind, In your arms, a sanctuary, we unwind. Through the seasons, our love remains, A canvas painted with joy and gentle strains. Together we dance in life's sweet refrains, Our love, an eternal melody that sustains.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In the realm of beauty, there is a woman who embodies perfection. Her figure is a masterpiece, a symphony of curves and grace that captivates the eye. Her eyes sparkle like stars in the night, reflecting the depths of the ocean and radiating a profound and captivating light. Her lips are painted with a subtle hue, inviting and alluring like the morning dew. But it's not just her face that captivates, her figure is a work of art. Her full breasts are a testament to femininity, captivating hearts with their allure. With every step, she exudes confidence and poise, her graceful movements akin to the ebbing tide. Her silhouette lingers in the mind, a mosaic of beauty that is rare to find. Her hair flows like silk, a mesmerizing river that is a sight to behold. She is a work of art, a celebration of elegance that is woven into the very fabric of beauty itself. In the poetry of life, she is a stanza that stands out, a living, breathing masterpiece that will forever be etched in my mind.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Each evening, shortly after sunset,darkness covers the land.Having mystified thinkers for millennia,the mechanism for this occurrencehas now been identified: migration.Darkness, it has been found, is composedof an almost infinite number of particles,which roost and reproduce up northwhere they have fewer natural enemies:Forest fires, lampposts, lasers, blazing sunlight,torches, candles, lighthouses, limelight, and electricityare relatively rare in the polar regions.
Negative: blurry
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: :”In the beginning, when light first appeared from darkness, the universe appeared as a fantastical place, with stars and nebulae and black holes. And strange beings were created. Celestial beings came and went until they found their homes within their solar systems, on planets. What did these beings look like? They knew the many wonders of this place. They were great mystics, show a few of them closeup. So,where did they go? And were they happy?
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In solitude I wander.... Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: When the moon turns blood red and the cries of wolves can be heard echoing throughout the land, a young woman must be sacrificed to appease the ancient god who lays dormant under your village. Otherwise, this being from a time before men will rise and decimate the world. You wake up in the middle of the night to find the villagers binding your hands and feet before dragging you out of your bed. You have been chosen as the next sacrifice. Although you beg for your life, the villagers ignore your pleas for mercy. You are carried to the pit, a chasm where, deep within, the beast resides. As you are held over the pit, with a void of pure darkness beneath you and sulfur permeating your nostrils, you realize that you will have but one chance to escape. You wrench your head to one side and whisper an incantation to a villager who is holding you. He places you gently on the ground and walks over to another villager to whisper the same spell into that villager's ear before walking into the pit. The second villager whispers into the ear of another villager, walks to the pit, and falls in as well. The pattern repeats over and over again as one by one the confused mob sacrifices themselves. Finally, you are by yourself, tied up on the edge of a pit with an angry ancient god digesting an unvirginal meal that he never wanted.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Lights go out and I can't be savedTides that I tried to swim againstHave brought me down upon my kneesOh, I beg, I beg and plead, singingCome out of things unsaidShoot an apple off my headAnd a trouble that can't be namedA tiger's waiting to be tamed, singingYou are, you areConfusion never stopsClosing walls and ticking clocksGonna come back and take you homeI could not stop that you now know, singingCome out upon my seasCursed missed opportunitiesAm I a part of the cure?Or am I part of the disease? SingingYou are, you areYou are, you areYou are, you areAnd nothing else comparesOh, nothing else comparesAnd nothing else comparesYou are, you areHome, home where I wanted to go,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In solitude I wander, Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies In this forest Where wolves cry their agony unto the moon My spirit is hidden In the form of wisdom carved on a black stone The only way to follow
Style: Digital Art
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...
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I just wanted to love and nothing more, heart-wrenching composition, digital painting, (expressionism:1.1), (dramatic, gloomy, emotionally profound:1.1), intense and brooding dark tones, exceptionally high quality, high-resolution, leaving an indelible and haunting impression on psyche, unforgettable, masterpiece
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer emerges, its silhouette etched against the stark beauty of this continuum. As twilight fades into the hours of night—a landscape locked in minus celsius embrace. The world sleeps, but life persists in its carefree dance, undeterred by the frost Radiant, Christmas, Laser Printed, High contrast
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a vivid and introspective piece of art or writing with a focus on the theme of a female Scavenger Adventurer Loner Explorer, scissors, anemic, days of deliverance, and the mystical notion of entering through the sun. Encapsulate the journey of transformation and renewal, weaving a narrative or visual representation that explores the delicate interplay between vulnerability and the promise of brighter days.\"
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: transverse regression of spatial disorientation:1resonate waves mingle in temporary insanity:1.3meandering melancholy mystery:1.5 inedible feast lain before the God of demonic possession:0.4.masterpiece, best quality, excessive details, perfection
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer a symbol of rebirth akin to Lazarus—roams freely. In a realm where purity reigns, he moves beneath the shadow of the cross, a testament to enduring faith and the cycles of nature. Here, the truth of my perception is laid bare, revealing a landscape that transcends the mundane, a tableau of life’s resilience and the sanctity of existence. Serene, Beatnik, Funky Seasons, portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Sinister monster lurking under the bed, grotesque and malevolent, with elongated claws and glowing eyes, waiting patiently in the shadows. Heighten the eerie atmosphere with a pitch-black, nightmarish setting, using low-key lighting to accentuate the creature's dreadful features. Employ a chilling and suspenseful ambiance, capturing the fear-inducing essence of a creature that haunts the darkest corners of your nightmares. Craft a composition in a horror movie style, emphasizing the spine-chilling details of the monster's form, ensuring a terrifying experience.
Style: Digital Art
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: DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, the gods should be gently guided through the spiritual path along and give the child the spiritual qualities neededDevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels from the sky with no represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, god-like action of judgement and judgement, 8k,DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, worship, reflection, worship, emotional, chaos and suffering. It is thought that the divineDevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, cosmic desires, high definition, ultra realistic --ar 16:8DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels + symmetry + depth + volumetric lighting --ar 9:16DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Immerse yourself in the cinematic brilliance of gothic noir, where the interplay of light and shadow weaves tales of the mysterious and the arcane. Every frame a painting, each scene a story whispered in contrasts and silhouettes.
Prompt: Immerse yourself in the cinematic brilliance of gothic noir, where the interplay of light and shadow weaves tales of the mysterious and the arcane. Every frame a painting, each scene a story whispered in contrasts and silhouettes.
Prompt: Immerse yourself in the cinematic brilliance of gothic noir, where the interplay of light and shadow weaves tales of the mysterious and the arcane. Every frame a painting, each scene a story whispered in contrasts and silhouettes.
Prompt: Immerse yourself in the cinematic brilliance of gothic noir, where the interplay of light and shadow weaves tales of the mysterious and the arcane. Every frame a painting, each scene a story whispered in contrasts and silhouettes.
Prompt: Immerse yourself in the cinematic brilliance of gothic noir, where the interplay of light and shadow weaves tales of the mysterious and the arcane. Every frame a painting, each scene a story whispered in contrasts and silhouettes.
Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer roamed, a solitary stranger weaving through the remnants of a once vibrant world, surrounded by the haunting echoes of the dead. In a desolate wasteland, Amidst the deconstructing destruction, the hellion sought meaning in the silence, a spectral dance of survival and decay. Serene, Cyberparadism, low angle, Unreal Engine rendering
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a slender young man （around 20, dressed plainly yet neatly, exudes determination and yearning in his deep gaze, showcasing unwavering strength amid life's pressures.） enters the house, and a suffocating atmosphere fills the air. His mother's frail figure leans on the bed, her pale face expressing helplessness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I feel a thump and here I am in the darkness where life began.Warm and wet there's not much room within the walls of mother's womb.What's that sound I feel a beat I can't wait til the day we meet.
Negative: loli, child,NSFW
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: An eldritch entity femine form , a testament to the allure of the feminine. its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension. , now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Oh, in the elder magic of ages lost,Two lovers found, at great cost,Life, a dark and quiet king,Death, a bright and wise queen.Their love, a mystery to behold,Of opposites, their hearts enfold,Ebony and ivory in sweet embrace,Their love a haunting, the purest grace.For life, a force of passion deep,Finds solace in death's eternal sleep,And death, in life's enduring flame,Finds peace in love's eternal game.Together they dance, these lost souls,In a world of shadows and ghouls,Their love, a testament to the macabre,A beacon shining, a lover's sabre.For where life and death doth intertwine,A beauty of darkness, so divine,In hues of ebony and ivory,A love that's true and never weary.So let us marvel at this sight,Of life and death in sweet delight,In the elder magic of ages gone,Where love and darkness doth enthrone.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: `I just wanted to love and nothing more, heart-wrenching composition, digital painting, (expressionism:1.1), (dramatic, gloomy, emotionally profound:1.1), intense and brooding dark tones, exceptionally high quality, high-resolution, leaving an indelible and haunting impression on psyche, unforgettable, masterpiece`
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Every time he woke up in a cold bed, he didn’t know how to forget her voice in his dreams.and the obsessive scream resonated with pain and tormented his soul with invisible fear
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Every time he woke up in a cold bed, he didn’t know how to forget her voice in his dreams.and the obsessive scream resonated with pain and tormented his soul with invisible fear
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In realms where desire and beauty intertwine, A dance unfolds, where perceptions align. The allure of curves, a tale to be spun, In the poetry of attraction, many reasons are spun. A woman's form, a canvas of grace, A symphony of curves, an enchanting embrace. Large breasts, like moonlit orbs in the night, Draw gazes in, an irresistible sight. Ripeness, a metaphor for life's sweet yield, A bounty of nature, a flourishing field. Curves that echo the promise of fruition, Capturing hearts, a timeless tradition. In the tapestry of attraction, a tale unfurls, Biological whispers, where desire swirls. Breasts, a symbol of nurturing might, Evoke instincts, an ancient rite. Yet, beauty transcends the physical frame, In personality's glow, a lasting flame. Attraction, a nuanced, subjective art, Where connection and depth play their part. In the gaze that lingers, in the heart's sweet beat, Large breasts and ripe bodies find their seat. But let's remember, in this poetic rhyme, True allure is found in the soul's sweet chime.
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: 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
