Prompt: Beach of the serpent's spit, Drinks for the holy, How long can you stand the day, The sickness and the pain are chained, Like pouring of the rain
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: From Life to The Grave, Deep Calls to Deep, Tsunami (Ocean Views), Inundated by The Deluge, Thus Came the Flood, It Comes in Waves, Flood The Fires, Overflow, Tides of Time
Prompt: the plight of the wanderer, telling tales of endless sorrow, life's been a shattered mirror, trapped by the hands of time, such longing that crippled my soul, the search of glory never dies in me
Prompt: Below him is a stream of lighter azure, Above him is a golden ray of sun And he, the rebellious one, asks for a storm, As if there is peace in the storms
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: Year:1970. Formal portrait. High detail, Canon EOS DSLR photograph. UHD, 8K resolution, sharp focus, full color, intricately detailed and extremely close up intimate facial portrait of a fashionable age 34 wife in 1970 with long, generously highlighted dirty blonde hair. She gently smirks at the camera. Her very thick, richly textured hair fills the viewing screen and is delicately arranged in a flirty, full-bodied, sleek, long, very highly lofty, voluminous bouffant. She has subtle, sophisticated makeup. Solid, light colored background. Accurate 1970 styling.
Negative: (earrings: 1.6) outdoors, outdoor setting, loose tendrils of hair, jewelry, hair beyond camera view, cropped hair, tiara, orange colors, black and white image, nudity, NSFW,
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know; Below the streets that steam and hiss, the devil's in his hole
Prompt: Those who die at sea are carried away by the goddess Ran, who takes care of women who die as virgins
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: An album cover for From Life to The Grave, Deep Calls to Deep, Tsunami (Ocean Views), Inundated by The Deluge, Thus Came the Flood, It Comes in Waves, Flood The Fires, Overflow, Tides of Time
Prompt: Awaiting What Comeths, Fog of War, What a Dream, A Missed Hit, Set in Stone, Eeriedescent, Vechnost, When Tragedy Strikes, Epochalypse
Prompt: the spirit of dark and lonely water, lucifer rising, trapped in water, submerged in water, dark
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: 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: Hunt the beast, For the purpose of mankind, Can you hear pounds of marching footsteps by step, Harmless proud creature, dying, Facing near extinction
Prompt: Torn in time, Listen to my words for once, Do you fear?, Fear for a broken spell of lust, Touched by a mortal sinner, Roar of massive illusion,
Prompt: [sea][dry land] the sea is divided in half and there is dry path to walk between the wall of water to the left and a wall of water to the right
Prompt: Pour the poison of her poison, tell her that she will drink without conscience, let her know that this is impossible, let her know that this is all a work, this is a work she created
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,
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: Subsequently, the gods crafted the world from Yumir's remains - flesh became earth, blood transformed into seas, hair grew into grass, skull formed the sky, and brain marrow birthed the clouds
Prompt: Design a scene where the dark liquid poison rises from the churning ocean, evoking fear and concern on the faces of Devas and Asuras witnessing the unexpected danger.
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: There was a violent storm, the waves rolled up and slapped the fishing boat, there was lightning and thunder, dark clouds were covering, and a fisherman was swept into the sea by the waves.
Prompt: Under the apocalyptic sky, ominous clouds shroud the precarious seascape. The ocean, for reasons unknown, churns violently; colossal waves surge and roll, carrying an uneasy and volatile force. The suspension bridge teeters on the brink of collapse amid the raging winds, its fractured cables swaying like threads of fate. In this tempestuous maelstrom, solitary seagulls soar amidst the darkening clouds, their calls resembling mournful hymns, perhaps foretelling the ominous arrival of doomsday. The sea and land seem to edge towards a cataclysmic brink, while the darkness brought by the clouds hints at an irretrievable fate. This tableau serves as a silent harbinger of impending doom, a visual narrative interweaving destruction and hope, leaving humanity's future ensnared in boundless uncertainty and challenge.
Prompt: The confused Aurelius was walking on the beach. He suddenly saw a huge rock standing still despite the constant impact of the tide. Finally, the waves that had exhausted all their strength had to give up and retreat quietly. This scene deeply inspired Aurelius. He told himself that in the face of the huge waves of fate, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, and the suffering would eventually retreat uninvited. So he no longer escaped, but faced the various difficulties thrown by fate. In this way, he suffered little by little, resolved little by little, and finally turned the tide and consolidated the rule of ancient Rome.
Prompt: Waterdrops style of Chris Bachalo, style of style of Chaim Soutine, style of Henri Fantin-Latour, style of Frank Auerbach,
Prompt: Barbie super stoned and drunk, on lsd, shrooms, uppers, downers, freaking out
Negative: happy, good, not scary enough
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: Bones like branches snap; the forest will feed on our mindbending depravity, Stańczyk in the style of tenebrism
