Prompt: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: there are three personin this picture.I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: An antagonist character. A young boy had to fight in a war because he wanted to provide for his family. Unfortunately, his mother has died when he was in the middle of the war -need a way that make sense that fits with that distribution-, which leaves his younger sister alone. He wanted to return home as fast as possible, but he was in the middle of the war. He was collapsing on the battlefield.
Prompt: An antagonist character. A young boy had to fight in a war because he wanted to provide for his family. Unfortunately, his mother has died when he was in the middle of the war -need a way that make sense that fits with that distribution-, which leaves his younger sister alone. He wanted to return home as fast as possible, but he was in the middle of the war. He was collapsing on the battlefield.
Prompt: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: 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 boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
Prompt: A man, who is the astronaut, met a huge stormy planet that he never ever seen. He thought that he would die, being drawn by the storm of the planet, But he, who is a brave person, couldn't have given up. Hetried to and tried to , finally he has gotten out of it.
Prompt: \"The boy's face contorted with fury as he witnessed his character being mercilessly ambushed by an opponent, losing not only the match but also his hard-earned progress. A torrent of rage surged within him, threatening to consume his sanity. Gripping the keyboard with white-knuckled fury, he unleashed a monstrous scream of frustration that shook the walls. Determined to exact revenge, his eyes burned with a vengeful fire as he vowed to unleash a relentless onslaught upon all adversaries, swearing to obliterate every last obstacle in his path, leaving nothing but digital ruins in the wake of his unyielding wrath.\"
Prompt: Riya did not know whether Aman's soul had returned to her or it was just an illusion. But she knew that she would never be able to forget Aman.
Prompt: Always felt invisible. No one cared to watch me grow. Spent my life inside a house full of ghosts. And Every night was a nightmare. If I cried I was met with a cold stare. Hated every second in this broken home.
Prompt: How he swept through people's hearts. It seemed as if the world had involuntarily become kinder, Shocked by his victory.
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: There are always some pains in life, maybe physical, maybe mental, maybe unspeakable. We all long for healing, but healing is not an easy thing, it takes time, courage, and love. Healing is not a magic, it will not make the wound disappear, it will only make the wound into a scar, remind us what we have experienced, and make us stronger. Healing is not an escape, it will not make us forget the past, it will only make us face the reality, accept ourselves, and move on. Healing is not a luxury, it will not make us lose hope, it will only make us feel the warmth, find the faith, and embrace the future. Healing is a choice, it requires us to actively seek, actively give, and actively accept. We can all be our own healers, and we can also be healers for others, as long as we are willing, as long as we work hard, as long as we believe.
Prompt: There are always some pains in life, maybe physical, maybe mental, maybe unspeakable. We all long for healing, but healing is not an easy thing, it takes time, courage, and love. Healing is not a magic, it will not make the wound disappear, it will only make the wound into a scar, remind us what we have experienced, and make us stronger. Healing is not an escape, it will not make us forget the past, it will only make us face the reality, accept ourselves, and move on. Healing is not a luxury, it will not make us lose hope, it will only make us feel the warmth, find the faith, and embrace the future. Healing is a choice, it requires us to actively seek, actively give, and actively accept. We can all be our own healers, and we can also be healers for others, as long as we are willing, as long as we work hard, as long as we believe.
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: A conversation was a dance of dark secrets and ominous promises, leaving a man with an eerie sense of foreboding that would haunt him long after the encounter ended.
Prompt: A powerful impact threw the man's body into the air. When he came back to his senses, he found himself bound to the floor by the power of darkness, unable to move, and in the room, the environment was dark and horrifying, frighteningly
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Prompt: Dreaming for \u003c@!1179969920818237492\u003e... `/dream prompt:It was already late at night, and a taxi driver, Master Chen. It was decided to pull one more passenger and go home, but the car went back and forth a few times, and there were still people on the road. style：comic book aspect：9：16
Prompt: \"Facing the monster, you attempt to calmly observe its movements. Despite its intimidating appearance, the creature's actions seem somewhat clumsy, indicating it might not be proficient in harnessing its powers. As it roars and advances towards you, you notice a dazzling gem affixed to a collar around its head.In a split second, you decide to exploit the creature's clumsiness and the gem on its body. Sidestepping the monster's attack, you swiftly aim for the gem.Your fireball precisely strikes the gem, causing the creature to abruptly halt its actions. The gem atop its head begins emitting a radiant glow, and then, the creature transforms instantly into a small rabbit.\"
Prompt: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
Prompt: When I was a child, a girl died in the town. On the day of the burial, someone walking at night heard muffled kicking and punching coming from the new grave. No one believed it. A few years later, when the girl's parents moved the grave, they saw a gruesome scene, the coffin had decayed, the body had rotted, the bedding inside had been torn into strips, the dead man's hair had been yanked down by locks, and the dead man, who had been lying flat, was sitting on the corner of the coffin, with his fingers gouged into the black hole of the skull's eye!
Prompt: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Prompt: someday you came to me and I knew you were the one. You were the one i was dreaming all my life. When is dark you are my light
Prompt: I sat bolt upright in bed drenched in sweat from laughing so hard, my asthma kicked me in my lungs. My face burned with the strain of the smile. I fell out of bed reaching for the albuterol in hysterics while gasping for each giggle.
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: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground. Pencil drawing style. Chinese middle-aged man height:576
Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground. Pencil drawing style. Chinese middle-aged man ,without hands. not to old.light color
Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground.
Prompt: A boy around 20 years old was playing a game. He was about to challenge and defeat the final BOSS, but suddenly he got disconnected from the server. He became very annoyed.
Prompt: The young men become the nightmare of the town, and darkness spreads through the town as the residents feel uneasy and stressed. And in this darkness, the young people of the town are gradually seduced by the darkness, and one by one they fall into depravity.
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Prompt: Dreaming for \u003c@1181158925245087797\u003e... `/dream prompt:During the night, the sky suddenly changed and a fierce wind rose up seed:1938187131`
Prompt: Generate an emotionally evocative image of a young boy in his late teens or early twenties, visibly expressing concern and worry about his career. Capture the nuances of his emotions, the setting, and any relevant details that convey the weight of his thoughts about his professional future. Ensure the image reflects a poignant and relatable narrative of the challenges and uncertainties that come with career-related anxieties.
Prompt: The prisoner lay with his face towards us, in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with a coloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness. A broad wheal from an old scar ran right across it from eye to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip, so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead.
Prompt: A page written \"i won't die for love but ever since i met you, you could have my heart and i'd break it for you\"
Prompt: My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know Oh, heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know
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: https://discord.com/channels/1002292111942635562/1101178553900478464/1187626277549658204, the boy left in angry. he is in blue and short hair. the girl is in red and with long hair, crying, size 16:9
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: Lin Lang sat up suddenly, with cold sweat covering his forehead. Just now, an evil monster launched a sneak attack on him, and the blazing white light swallowed him whole. When his consciousness returned, Lin Lang realized that he was not dead. This shouldn't be the case. There was no way he could survive such an intense trajectory attack. Lin Lang was suddenly shocked when he noticed the calendar on the wall. It’s not that he didn’t die, but he was reborn again!
Prompt: Lin Lang sat up suddenly, with cold sweat covering his forehead. Just now, an evil monster launched a sneak attack on him, and the blazing white light swallowed him whole. When his consciousness returned, Lin Lang realized that he was not dead. This shouldn't be the case. There was no way he could survive such an intense trajectory attack. Lin Lang was suddenly shocked when he noticed the calendar on the wall. It’s not that he didn’t die, but he was reborn again! Style: Anime style, Width: 21:9
Prompt: breathtaking,Surreal, Hallucination,gilr dropping in the books,(((Glitcher,abstract ,Bold and unrestrained style))),art by sabbas apterus,Josephine Wall
Style: Tile Texture
Prompt: As time passed, Alice walked into another store and saw a strange man standing in the corner. His eyes emitted an evil light that made Alice feel uneasy. The man approached her and offered a mysterious item under extremely harsh conditions. Alice couldn't believe her ears. She firmly refused the deal, but the man didn't seem to be giving up.
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Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line 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...
Prompt: an image described by: 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: an image described by: 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
