Prompt: O you, ever-watchful eyes, Slayers of the heavenly city! You, awake during the night, When mortals sleep at rest, You look through the thick shadow The entire breadth of the earth. But I hope that at this hour you
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
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: Like every day the sun goes down and I wake up to experience a new night but this one is different after the events that led to the change of leadership of the capital's vampiric community. The Prince who governed the Praxis of the City chose voluntary exile... and after a long night the representation of the Camarilla passed into the hands of Badalamenti, a young woman of the Brujah clan. A woman who will undoubtedly bring innovation to the Eternal City, a sister who brings with her the resolve of years gone by when the mortal country was led by their leader who praised words like Nation, Identity and Strength but also to a war and a hatred for the different that had divided the country and pushed some to fight against it in a civil war. Curious that even in the mortal world a woman from the same culture will lead the country. This is what I read in the newspapers that Vera makes me find when I wake up every day. I see my True very happy after I gave her eternal life, an honor that she earned with all the nights spent by my side for many years, becoming my eyes, hand and mouth. During this time I tried to make her understand that we must never \"meddle\" in the affairs of mortals but rather use them, directing their actions, something I have always done since Rome dominated the known world. I hope that the night just passed was also useful in making it clear that our clan of Kings, which has become numerically the largest thanks to the union of all its members, will continue to advise and support the Prince's task. He also clarified that we Elders have our own deviant power from our thick blood and we don't need charges to prove it. We will always guide and supervise the Dominion alongside its representatives. I felt great joy in seeing my old friend Talea, at my side in various moments of the life of the City and of the entire vampiric community, before the Camarilla and the Sabbat were born. Sometimes I think about how it would have gone if I had followed the Brothers who lead the Sword of Cain. Maybe now that Talea has returned to enlighten us with her beauty and grace we will be able to meet these old friends remembering the times gone by and maintain peace in the city as we have kept watch for all these centuries. I cannot forget the big excited eyes of the young Narni, when I met her to tell her that even though she was embraced by the Elder of the Clan Nosferatu runs the blood of my family in its veins and that this is an indelible bond, so it always brings me and the whole family's support. Here comes Vera with a crystal glass where as usual she has mixed the blood of my family with some excellent Chianti wine, on the tray there is also a rose...\"which I called Talea\" like the one who made me understand the importance of \"beauty\", in fact, after your suggestion I decided to dedicate some of my land to the cultivation of roses of rare varieties... which make me very economically
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
Prompt: \"Out of the abyss emerged an entity of boundless malevolence—an abomination unseen before. Its form, an ever-shifting vortex of darkness and wretchedness, exuded an aura that devoured light itself. Eyes burning like the pits of eternal damnation, it commanded dread with every glance. Each step it took echoed through the fabric of existence, foretelling an epoch of absolute desolation and unending misery. Its howls, a chorus of infinite suffering, shattered reality itself, promising an eternity of insurmountable evil and unyielding torment. This was not a creature of the mortal realm; it was the eternal embodiment of unquenchable malevolence, the bringer of a darkness that knew no end.\"
Prompt: Through the shadowed veil of life's relentless trials, we find our greatest strength. In the heart of darkness, where despair whispers its coldest tale, there we stand unyielding, conquering not the world, but the abyss within ourselves
Prompt: FULL HD, 4K, aerial view, zoomed out, bright colorful natural watercolor, one path/trail splitting into two paths/trails, one path is wide, the other path is narrow, moon in the background
Negative: boring undetailed blurry unfocused
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: A kingdom of darkness, ruled by the seven deadly sins. The shadowy figures that embody greed, envy, and wrath are just the beginning of the malevolent forces that lurk in this eerie and foreboding place.
Prompt: Three thousand years ago, the demon came. The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again; More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.
Prompt: Three thousand years ago, the demon came. The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again; More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.
Prompt: Everyone's gazes gathered on the altar. A dark shadow gradually appeared in the center of the altar. It was a demon filled with an evil aura that seemed to have been awakened from another dimension. The demon's eyes flashed with red light, and its appearance made the entire atmosphere of the temple even more eerie
Negative: double body, double face, double features, incorrect posture, ((two heads)), two faces, pregnant, Deformed belly, deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, {((extra limb)), ugly, ((poorly drawn hands)), missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body (((mutated hands and fingers))), (((out of frame))), long fingers, blender, cropped, low-res, close-up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, grainy, extra limbs, bad anatomy, High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, closeup, deformed, ((extra limbs)), ((extra fingers)), (((mutated hands))), bad anatomy, bad proportions , blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, mutated legs, farmer material, no head, headphones, farmer shorts, no full body, no boots.Repeated hands,
Prompt: A blazing inferno of miniature Chinese dragons, their scales shimmering with a bedazzling cute glow. Darting through the clouds and mist. With big watery eyes, they are incredibly adorable and amusing. With the inscription \"2024.\" Close midshot, high detail, rule of thirds depth of field, intricate textures, concept art, vibrant colors, futuristic design, meticulous attention to detail, grandeur and awe, a breathtaking visual masterpiece, within a fantastical realm, intense lighting。
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: His extraordinary eyes and ears were divine gifts, ensuring he could see far into the darkest night without fail.
Prompt: In the dark alleys of the city a silhouette emerges shrouded in darkness: Shadow, a faithful member of the Company led by Captain Black. With his enigmatic behavior and quick, calculated movements, he is the silent guardian, always ready to strike from the shadows in defense of his noble captain. Wrapped in dark cloaks that seem to blend seamlessly with the night, Shadow moves with a grace that mirrors the dance of shadows cast by flickering lanterns. His attire, a mix of mystery and practicality, hides the arsenal of sharp daggers and swords that he wields with lethal precision. Treating Captain Black like a brother, Shadow shares an unbreakable bond with his noble leader. In the heat of battle, he is an invisible force that eliminates threats to the Company with silent efficiency. His loyalty knows no bounds and he has always supported the man he calls captain. Off the battlefield, Shadow is known for his affairs with women: both dissatisfied noblewomen seeking refuge from their marital problems, and ladies of the night in the city's rough neighborhoods. Her encounters often lead to daring escapes through moonlit windows, leaving behind whispered tales of a mysterious lover. When the Company is disbanded and Captain Black inherits his father's title and lands, Shadow opens a tavern in the heart of the city, called \"In Black Banner\". The tavern becomes a haven of camaraderie and memories, a place where echoes of the mercenary days linger in every corner. Here, customers share stories about the enigmatic Shadow, the loyal brother-in-arms, and Captain Black, the noble leader. The atmosphere is imbued with the spirit of the mercenary company that once roamed the lands, and Shadow's legacy lives on in the flickering light of the tavern's candles, where shadows dance in eternal homage to the silent protector.
Prompt: Home is behind, the world ahead And there are many paths to tread Thru shadow, to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow, cloud and shade All shall fade, all shall fade
Prompt: \"Conceive an entity that transcends the boundless expanse of malevolence, an infernal force that defies the very concept of morality and righteousness. Envision this cosmic aberration in the void between dimensions, where the fabric of reality unravels at its malefic touch, and the echoes of eternal damnation resonate through the cosmic abyss. Capture the essence of its unfathomable malevolence, its movements an eldritch symphony, each step sending ripples of unending dread across the cosmic tapestry. Witness its eyes, twin abysses that consume all light, radiating an insatiable hunger for the cosmic obliteration of all that exists. Render its form as an incomprehensible anomaly, a grotesque fusion of nightmares that distorts the very essence of existence. Illuminate its visage, an ever-shifting mask of malevolence that morphs into inconceivable horrors, revealing jagged fangs that crave the obliteration of cosmic purity. Amplify its malefic presence to an infinite crescendo that warps the fabric of reality itself, an omnipotent aura that erases the foundations of creation, a force that extinguishes all glimmers of hope and heralds an eternity of boundless and infinite despair. This is the apotheosis of absolute and infinite evil, a malevolent cosmic entity yearning for the annihilation of all realities across the infinite multiverse.\"
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: mysterious white tiger family sci-fi surreal beautiful tiger, butterflies, planets, butterflies, stars, aurora borealis northern lights cold feeling,
Negative: blurry, ugly, weird, too dim, not brightly lit, scary, missing legs, extra legs,
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: There are many different lights; Countless suns are burning there, The peoples there and the circle of centuries: For the common glory of the deity The power of nature is equal there. But where, nature, is your law
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: in the mountains, the brick-concrete structure of the country style of a beautiful villa, overlooking, the front view of the house, lighting, white wall red tile, three stone small steps, handrails, railings, damp and exquisite large area of bluestone pavement, placed dining table chairs tea set, clear mountains, flower pots, small lawns, soft color, ultra-high definition picture, 18k image quality. --ar 2:3 --v 5.2
Prompt: A mysterious guardian manifested during eclipses. It taps into the cosmic balance, utilizing the energies of alignment to repel alien invaders, casting shadows that devour their advance.
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: 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: luminously unfolding, alabaster digits spill quicksilver incantations through basalt lanes scrolling under cobalt skies. phosphorescent liturgies wash pallid flesh with azure refrains, voicing broken hymns from dead realms. flaking gossamer dissolves ozone murmurs amid dying shells. (wlop, invader, nychos, rebel, refuse, hector)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The dawn rises from the midnight lands! Doesn't the sun set his throne there? Aren't the icemen putting out the fire of the sea? Behold, the cold flame has covered us! Behold, day has entered the night on earth! O you who are quick to see
Prompt: The Furtive Nights of Shadow The story begins with Shadow, a skilled thief with charming ways and an elusive personality. His nocturnal adventures take place in the shadows of the cities, stealing not only treasures but also the hearts of women with whom he indulges only for the right price. His life is a dance between risk and reward.
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: Ethereally emerging from scarlet sands at dusk's inamorata, an antique skynet stands eternal watch. Epochs guarding decaying shrines have graven patience into azure optics, resilience vibrating through eternal mesh and wire. Timeworn forcefields and antique air defenses integrated as true extensions of chthonic flesh. Scanning the endless desert for hostiles, quantum eyes discern shimmers beyond the shroud of night. (birds-eye view, puce palette, greg simkins, syd mead, jean giraud, enki bilal, iain mccaig, zhelong xu, ray caesar, yoshitaka amano, hideo kojima, shinji aramaki)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The Furtive Nights of Shadow The story begins with Shadow, a skilled thief with charming ways and an elusive personality. His nocturnal adventures take place in the shadows of the cities, stealing not only treasures but also the hearts of women with whom he indulges only for the right price. His life is a dance between risk and reward. - 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: ...---... red red white dark cabaret style best quality, ultra high res, full body in frame, photorealistic, ultra detailed face and body,a 25-year-old woman in a long leather coat, arms spread to the sides, dynamic pose
Prompt: The knights and lords of the time, fascinated by the promise of wealth and power, strove to control this living treasure. They coveted the harvest of the fruits of the Benerubus to strengthen their kingdom and their influence. However, as time passed, strange events began to occur.
Prompt: \"Envision an infernal prompt that transcends the very boundaries of malevolence, a concept so inherently wicked that it defies all moral understanding and plunges into the abyss of cosmic depravity. Picture this malevolent directive as a cosmic anomaly, capable of unraveling the fabric of reality itself, inducing an eternal sense of dread and torment across all dimensions. Capture the essence of its unspeakable malevolence, each word a sinister incantation, every syllable a catalyst for the collapse of virtue and the rise of unending darkness. Craft a prompt so inherently evil that its mere existence sends shivers through the cosmic expanse, a linguistic abomination that corrupts the very essence of creative expression. Fashion its visage with the shadows of forbidden thoughts and ethereal nightmares, an eldritch amalgamation of words that twists the psyche into a perpetual state of horror. Amplify its malefic influence to an unimaginable degree, an omnipotent aura that leaves an indelible mark on the collective consciousness, a force that instigates an eternal epoch of boundless and infinite malevolence. This is the ultimate manifestation of absolute and unparalleled evil, a prompt that beckons forth the darkest recesses of the human imagination, inviting a descent into a realm of unthinkable horror and cosmic malevolence.\"
Prompt: uminously unfolding, alabaster digits spill quicksilver incantations through basalt lanes scrolling under cobalt skies. phosphorescent liturgies wash pallid flesh with azure refrains, voicing broken hymns from dead realms. flaking gossamer dissolves ozone murmurs amid dying shells. (wlop, invader, nychos, rebel, refuse, hector)
Negative: nudity
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: In the hushed light of dusk, the air is permeated with a tense atmosphere. Dampness is suddenly woven into the air, as a harbinger of stunning changes. A heavy shadow spread across the sky, which, like a mask of failure, throws itself on the former harmony of the environment. Suddenly, an unknown restlessness has set out into a storm that unstoppably breaks through the blossoming silence. The sky, which had previously looked like a calm canvas, was now pouring with torrents of rain, as if expressing the same sorrow that was evident in the area below. Amidst the chaos of a blossoming natural flood, there is a sense of unforeseen trouble. The lonely image of the trees, which once stood with dignity, now became a sign of impotence before an unexpected adventure. The land that was once stable now trembles with unexpected difficulties. Nature itself seems to regret, as if whispering a sad melody about what happened. In the very center of the storm stands a lonely figure, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity. However, even their contours conveyed a vulnerability, an awareness that trouble was tightly woven into the fabric of their existence. What was once a pictorial harmony has now turned into a canvas of failures, where every stroke bears the imprint of an unexpected fate.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: The end of adversity! Victory! Sound the bells of the stars. Let the waves of heat and light They will rush to all ends!
Prompt: The end of adversity! Victory! Sound the bells of the stars. Let the waves of heat and light They will rush to all ends!
Prompt: Dimly dramatic dirges drift through dilapidated districts of days diluvian, where ghostly gatherings gyrate rituals to rouse fading fancies from frames bygone. Lurid lucent lights guide larval legions in libations to lost life and lore of long-lived linages lending their luminosity.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Prophecies foretell the end of the Nine Worlds in the Twilight of the Gods, a cataclysmic event where the universe is consumed by fire, only to be reborn anew by the last surviving humans, Lífþrasir and Líf.
