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: 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

Style: Anime

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,snow,war rages

Style: Anime

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: A world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a rough river represents the fragile hope of the fugitives

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: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss

Prompt: an architectural orthogonal 45 degree diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design for family gathering and kindergarden playground

Negative: perpective

Style: Line Art

Prompt: a world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a turbulent watercourse represents the fragile hope of the fugitives. A scene imbued with palpable tension, where the quest for security becomes the common thread of a poignant plot.

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: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a

Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a

Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.

Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss (sci-fi)

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss (sci-fi)

Prompt: It was March 1969. When the spring-like days arrived, I impatiently walked along the still sticky road into the country grove. The grove greeted me with the melodious murmur of a stream, rapidly rushing towards a ravine lost in the thicket of bushes and trees. The muddy stream, crashing into the polluted rubble of snow, exposed its lower clean layers, and in this snow-white rim began to look surprisingly elegant

Prompt: The day hides its face! The fields were covered with gloomy night; A black shadow has ascended the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss. A grain of sand like in sea waves

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night; A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss.

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night; A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss.

Prompt: It must have been a dreamlike idyllic scene! Imagine the morning sun shining on the green fields and the distant mountains wreathing clouds like fairyland. The river is clear to the bottom, and the water gurgles as if singing happy songs. In the woods, the birds sing happily, as if to wake the sleeping earth. In such scenery, people will unconsciously put down their troubles and feel the peace and comfort of their hearts, just like being enveloped by warm sunshine.

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: There is no trace of flying birds in thousands of mountains and mountains; A thousand paths and thousands of paths have no footprints of pedestrians. On a solitary boat, a fisherman dressed in a raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat; Fishing alone in the snowstorm.

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: Mournfully Haunted, sphene synapses bleed tuberose ciphers across basanite harmonies unfoldingendlessly in ebon walkways, phantasmic emanations distilling topaz canticles acrossthe coagulating streets encrypt requiems amid funerary zircon spires prosthetic voices fadingeternal elegies through amber grids greying into opalescent ether. (Talya Chetrit, Rachel Rossin, Cao Fei, Katrín Elvarsdóttir, Camille Henrot, Ed Atkins) (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)

Negative: nudity

Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.

Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.

Prompt: You leave the town walled far and wide For mist-veiled land by riverside. I feel on parting sad and drear, For both of us are strangers here. If you have friends who know your heart, Distance cannot keep you apart. At crossroads where we bid adieu, Do not shed tears as women do!

Prompt: Dark clouds of lustrous hair, apricot face with peachy cheeks, eyebrows light like the spring mountains, eyes that turn like autumn ripples; ample chest, slender waist, flourishing hips and well-shaped legs, surpassing the beauty of begonias in the drunken sunlight, pear blossoms with a touch of rain

Prompt: We are free birds; it's time, brother, it's time! There, where the mountain turns white behind the clouds, To where the sea edges turn blue, Where we walk only the wind

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss Water invisibility, glow, 8k, stec

Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss Water invisibility, glow, 8k, stec

Prompt: Rivulets of rain trace tormented topographies across a young woman's visage as tensions teem just below the surface, a zoomed intimacy revealing minute mannerisms manifesting malcontent amid maintaining an outward mien of measure. Emotions in effigy emerge through exaggerated exposure when solitude slackens self-soothing stratagems and inner unrest emerges unmasked, the close corrections of her features furnishing furtive flashes of fraught feeling through my forensic focus in the falling fog.

Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)

Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)

Negative: nudity

Prompt: Everything on the outside is just a projection of one's inner self. If the heart is still, any external noise will not cause waves in the inner lake. Therefore, a true wise man does not stay away from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but builds fences and grows chrysanthemums in his heart. The real strong person is not to stay away from the reality of suffering, but to cultivate inner meditation.

Prompt: Beautiful facade, hidden chaos, contrasting views; serene exterior, impending disaster, dual perspectives; picturesque scene, ominous turmoil, opposite impressions; idyllic surface, impending doom, contrasting perceptions; deceptive beauty, impending havoc, dual outlook; tranquil appearance, impending wreckage, conflicting impressions; scenic charm, impending chaos, dual perspectives; contrasting beauty, imminent destruction, conflicting views

Prompt: [With a whispered realization of rebirth, the protagonist feels an unceasing surge of power within.] [He stands amidst the vastness of a vibrant landscape, understanding that this world offers a fresh start, devoid of the pain of the previous existence.] [His determined footsteps echo as he heads toward the distant city, a place of former dominion and impending revenge.] -ar 16:9 --seed 3402537896