Prompt: Bones like branches snap; the forest will feed on our mindbending depravity, Stańczyk in the style of tenebrism
Prompt: Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair. Another mine on the cliff went off, followed by a slight shudder of the soil under my feet. The work was going on. The work! And this was the place where some of the helpers had withdrawn to die.
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
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: splatter art volumetric acrylic etching and charcoal sketch of anthropomorphic buttefly-humanoid wearing a white-beaded collar , a flowing silk gown trails off into the ether behind her, a radiant swirl of colors abstracts the depth of the composition off-center asymmetric volumetric balanced detailed 6k low angle skew angle shot bioluminescence , runic tome
Prompt: trees cut down with only the stumps letf, a dried up river and withering flowers, a very depressing atmosphere
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: Torn in timeListen to my words for onceDo you fear?Fear for a broken spell of lustTouched by a mortal sinnerRoar of massive illusion
Prompt: In the strange forest, there is a big tree called the lazy tree. The lazy tree begins its swaying dance
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: In the seventh circle of Inferno, harpies pick away at the bleeding branches of dead trees in the forest of suicide.
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: Surreally emanating, luminescent parasites draining miasmas from mangled futuro-scorched flora grown tenebrous and spindly, databending staticky codes emanating in spasms simulate decay through devastated polychromatic panes, forcibly disintegrating shredded screens tattered veils tattered with algae mold fungal spores disrupt overrun undermine realities, Alonzo Church, Mary Shelley, Junji Ito, Suehiro Maruo. (headshot, polaroid, 105mm macro, masterpiece)
Prompt: The student said, \"All teachers say that spiritual treasure is found in individual seeking. So why are we all here together?\" The teacher replied, \"You are together because a forest is always stronger than a solitary tree. The forest retains moisture, withstands the storm, and helps the soil be fertile. But what makes a tree strong is its roots. And the roots of one plant cannot help another plant grow. Being together for a common purpose allows each person to grow in their own way, and this is the path for those who want to connect with God.\"
Prompt: The student said, \"All teachers say that spiritual treasure is found in individual seeking. So why are we all here together?\" The teacher replied, \"You are together because a forest is always stronger than a solitary tree. The forest retains moisture, withstands the storm, and helps the soil be fertile. But what makes a tree strong is its roots. And the roots of one plant cannot help another plant grow. Being together for a common purpose allows each person to grow in their own way, and this is the path for those who want to connect with God.\"
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving, eerie, epoch, Vechnost
Prompt: An enchanted forest where the trees have whispering human faces and the paths are made of bones. In the style of Gothic painting.
Prompt: water invisibility, glow, 8 k, stec bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
