Prompt: The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles, too, though the effect was far from cheerful: These were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped with every step they took. As Harry shivered and drew his robes tightly around him, he heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.[hogwarts core. Glitters. Bokeh.. backlighting. Translucide bioluminescence. Art by Odd Nerdrum. touch of Loish and Craig mullins . Sparkle core. ]
Prompt: The atmosphere around the dark corridor became more and more eerie. The weak light cast on the narrow passageway, reflecting some vague shapes. The corridor was curved and long, seemingly leading to unknown depths.
Prompt: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Prompt: Alan's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the concealed entrance, his every sense heightened. The warning of the elder elf echoed in his mind, reminding him of the cunning tricks the sprites might employ. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he readied himself. With one hand firmly gripping the vial of shimmering powder and the other clutching the map, Alan cautiously stepped closer to the entrance. As he neared the threshold, he whispered the ancient incantation he had been taught, the words flowing from his lips like a protective melody. The moment was tense, with the forest seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of what would unfold next. Armed with the magical powder and the power of the spell, Alan stood ready to confront the mischievous sprites and retrieve the treasured box for the elder elf.
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: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic.
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (headshot, hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: On a silent night, a boy walks alone through a row of dilapidated cemeteries, and the ghosts on the side salivate over him
Prompt: On a silent night, a boy walks alone through a row of dilapidated cemeteries, and the ghosts on the side salivate over him
Prompt: close up shot of an iridescent egg laying on the ground of the enchanted forest,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: The cheeky wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, dark fantasy, conceptual art)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist wafted over the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned a desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of pages turning echoed in the silent night. The entire scene was enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere. On the ancient window, a vague face seemed to be reflected, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mysterious elements in this imagery convey the eerie ambiance of the story.
Prompt: In the middle of the darkened hall stood a female ghost in red, a low hissing sound as her form began to reveal itself. The female ghost's expression was distorted, and the female ghost's eyes bled
Prompt: Within the hallowed halls of a time-worn library, ancient books with weathered spines line towering shelves that seem to reach the heavens. Dim candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on dusty manuscripts and forgotten knowledge. The scent of aged parchment lingers in the air, and the silence is broken only by the occasional creak of wooden floors. The scene exudes a sense of wisdom and the timeless allure of knowledge hidden within the pages of history.
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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: Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly. Ethereal illuminations emanating from ephemeral entities embarking on obscure otherworldly operatives, adventuring through arcane astral territories to allay anguished apparitions from ancient ages past. Messengers from antiquity interface with illustrious illuminati whose insignias invoke intercessions, imparting ephemeral essences of eras elapsed with efficacious endeavors. (Sycra Yasin, Borja Montón, Shilin Huang, Steph Cwalinski, Marc Brunet)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: With the spell and powder in hand, Alan sets forth to the eastern woods, bolstered by the elf's encouraging smile and warning about the sprites' cunning nature. Leaving the wizard's cabin, he navigates deeper into the forest, where the ambiance grows increasingly ominous, punctuated by eerie noises. Soon, he discovers a concealed entrance marked by peculiar symbols and stones, likely the sprites' hideout. Approaching cautiously, he tightly grips the shimmering powder, ready to chant the spell at a moment's notice.
Prompt: Name: The Shadow Specter Appearance: The Shadow Specter is a mysterious individual who completely conceals his face in a dark hood. Its body is thin and agile, allowing it to sneak silently and blend into the darkness. His eyes, shining with a glowing glow, recall the intensity of the flame of a candle. History: No one really knows who the Shadow Specter is, or where he comes from. Rumors say he was once a vigilante, protecting the innocent. However, after a traumatic experience, he allegedly sank into madness and turned into a merciless killer, only attacking criminals. His name has become an urban legend, a story told to frighten those who dare to challenge the established order. Methods: The Shadow Specter has extensive knowledge of martial arts and infiltration techniques. He fades into the night, like a silent shadow, leaving behind no identifiable trace. He targets his victims with surgical precision, planning each murder meticulously and coldly. His weapons of choice are sharpened knives and stretched wires, allowing him to effectively eliminate his targets quickly and undetectably. Motivation: The Shadowwraith is driven by a distorted thirst for justice. He no longer believes in the ability of the justice system to truly punish criminals and protect the innocent. Its goal is to sow terror among organized gangs and the most ruthless criminals, in the hope of provoking them to hold themselves accountable. He is convinced that his way of delivering justice is necessary, despite the lives he takes in the name of his personal quest. A formidable hunter, the Shadow Specter remains elusive for the police who desperately try to stop him. Some see him as a tragic hero, others as an uncontrollable monster. One thing is certain, his presence in the streets leaves no one indifferent.
Prompt: A panoramic view reveals the dark alleyways illuminated by Rosemary's spiritual light, seamlessly blending with the period architecture. The hyper-realistic cinematography captures the gaslit streets and the ethereal glow, symbolizing Rosemary's mission to transcend earthly boundaries and bring compassion to the overlooked corners of society. --ar 9:16
Prompt: The group ventures further into the mansion, guided by the dim glow of their flashlights. Explore the eerie whispers that seem to emanate from the very walls, creating an unsettling symphony that heightens their anxiety. --ar 9:16
Prompt: Late at night, crossing the streets of the town and stepping onto the old stone steps leading to the church, the silence along the way broken only by the murmur of the night wind. When they reached the door of the church, there was a tension in the air, and terror
Negative: low quality face, bad art, low quality anatomy, bad proportions, gross proportions, crossed eyes, ugly, bizarre, poorly drawn, poorly drawn face, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn limbs, poorly drawn fingers, out of frame, body out of frame, deformed, disfigured, mutation, mutated hands, mutated limbs. mutated face, malformed, malformed limbs, extra fingers,
Prompt: The shadowy figure, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, lurked in the inky abyss, where whispers of dread danced with the echoes of despair.
Prompt: Film: Full frontal shot of a young Chinese girl with short orange hair, big eyes, wearing a sexy orange outfit and carrying an AK47 assault rifle.
Negative: bad hands
Style: Anime
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: A nobleman hosted a long-table party attended by seven or eight people, and he saw a ghost sitting on a seat, and he was so terrified of a nervous breakdown
Prompt: Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.[hogwarts core. Glitters. Bokeh.. backlighting. Translucide bioluminescence. Art by Odd Nerdrum. touch of Loish and Craig mullins . Sparkle core. ]
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.
Prompt: On a village night, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, casting deep shadows. In front of a house, ancient trees reached for the heavens, and moss covered the ground. The gate to the courtyard stood slightly ajar, revealing a faint trace of ethereal blue light that sent shivers down the spine. The entire scene was permeated with an ancient mysterious atmosphere, skillfully blending traditional cultural elements, depicting a mysterious and eerie setting that evokes a sense of eerie suspense.
Prompt: In the banquet hall in the palace, candlelight flickered, and the Chinese prince and the mysterious counselor planned together, intertwined in a complex night of power and intrigue.
Prompt: The desolate cabin stood as a forgotten relic in the heart of the ancient forest, its timeworn façade a testament to the mysteries it held within. Braving the eerie silence, I stepped into the dimly lit room, where a lone candle flickered, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation. My gaze was drawn to a mirror tucked away in the corner, a neglected relic concealed by layers of dust. As I wiped it clean, the glass revealed a reflection that defied the laws of nature. My features contorted into a grotesque, malevolent grin that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Panic set in as I attempted to break free from the mirror's sinister grasp, but the reflection held me captive, mocking me in the dim candlelight. The room itself seemed to respond to the unholy presence. The air grew thick with an unnatural tension, and the temperature plummeted as though the very essence of the cabin recoiled from the malevolence that had been unleashed. Shadows twisted and warped, and the walls seemed to pulsate with an unseen heartbeat. Just as I considered fleeing, the candle extinguished with a spectral gust of wind. The cabin plunged into an abyssal darkness, leaving me vulnerable to the sinister forces at play. In the oppressive blackness, the distorted laughter echoed, each chilling note resonating with a cacophony of malevolent voices. Fumbling for my phone, I sought the comfort of light, but it remained stubbornly inert. The air constricted around me as an icy breath whispered through the void, \"You shouldn't have disturbed me.\" With a disorienting jolt, the cabin's reality shifted. Walls twisted and contorted, and I stumbled forward into a nightmarish abyss. The malicious laughter intensified, a symphony of malevolence that clawed at my sanity. The unseen force played with my senses, weaving tales of ancient curses and forgotten sins. In the suffocating darkness, I realized I was ensnared in a realm between worlds, trapped in a malevolent dimension that fed on the fear it instilled. The mirror, now a pulsating gateway, radiated an ominous energy. The malevolent grin in the reflection began to morph into something more grotesque. Its features twisted and elongated, revealing a monstrous visage that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of the shadows. As the mirror's surface shattered, a guttural wail echoed through the void, and the grotesque entity emerged into the cabin. It was a nightmarish amalgamation of shifting shadows and contorted limbs, its form ever-changing and impossible to comprehend. Eyes gleamed with an unholy light, and serrated tendrils extended towards me, reaching from the depths of its formless existence. I felt a paralyzing fear as the eldritch entity closed in, its presence overwhelming and suffocating. The darkness itself seemed to cling to its monstrous form, and the very air pulsed with malevolence. In the final moments, the grotesque entity enveloped me, and I became one with the shadows, lost to the eldritch horrors that lurked within the accursed cabin. The once-silent forest absorbed the echoes of my demise, concealing its malevolent secrets until the next unsuspecting soul would awaken its dormant terrors.
Prompt: Confessed in the quiet darkness A timid whisper, someone's speech. My stern profile is sad From the rays of trembling candles.
Prompt: Feeling well-prepared, you decide to use the incantation and enter the hidden entrance. Taking a deep breath, you stand before the entrance, ensuring you are ready to face the mischievous sprites. You sprinkle the powder cautiously into the air and begin to chant the spell taught by the old elf. As your voice grows louder, the powder starts to shimmer and drift towards the entrance. Suddenly, you hear giggles and laughter. A group of sprites flies out from the entrance, seemingly affected by your spell. Their movements slow down until they all collapse, falling into a deep sleep. Seizing this opportunity, you swiftly pass through the entrance, ready to locate the magical box and complete your mission.
Prompt: Outside the window, an old man in a black tunic, his face covered with corpse spots stood there stiffly, a pair of gray, dead eyes without a trace of divine light looking toward the classroom, such as an ice-cold corpse standing straight up there.
Prompt: Draw an initial picture of a father who earns 100,000 yuan a month and sends his children to school.
Style: Photographic
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.
Negative: low quality face, bad art, low quality anatomy, bad proportions, gross proportions, crossed eyes, ugly, bizarre, poorly drawn, poorly drawn face, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn limbs, poorly drawn fingers, out of frame, body out of frame, deformed, disfigured, mutation, mutated hands, mutated limbs. mutated face, malformed, malformed limbs, extra fingers,
Prompt: The darkness consumes him, but his yawn reveals his vulnerability. As he looks around, he notices a figure lurking in the shadows, mirroring his every move. What sinister intentions do they have?
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
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
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: The devil's breath exudes embers that linger in the air, a testament to the eternal damnation he embodies. As he speaks, the fiery remnants of souls long lost to temptation swirl around him, creating an aura of perpetual torment.
