Prompt: You leave the town walled far and wide For mist-veiled land by riverside. I feel on parting sad and drear, For both of us are strangers here. If you have friends who know your heart, Distance cannot keep you apart. At crossroads where we bid adieu, Do not shed tears as women do!
Prompt: In the distance is the city wall, on the bank of the river set up tents to drink and say goodbye, someone on the river boat urged me to get on the boat, I and my friends held hands and couldn't bear to part, full of tears, the river at night was a fog, the world was boundless
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: On this silent night, the river flows, creating ripples that propagate in circles, carrying the mystical legends of a thousand years. In the distance, a small boat floats on the river within the water mist, while the village on the riverbank fades into a somber hue in this eerie atmosphere. In this water realm shrouded in the veil of night, it appears sinister and terrifying.
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: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: At this moment, the ghost woman in the river suddenly raised her head and looked at the three young men.A strange smile appeared on her face, and then she began to slowly approach the young man.The young man nervously grasped the hilt of his sword, ready to face the upcoming challenge.
Prompt: 1girl, solo, long hair, no fetal hair,city background, black hair, realistic, looking at viewer, hand on hip, collarbone, upper body, long sleeves, buttons, brown hair, smile, lips, brown eyes, closed mouth,masterpiece, best quality,4k,8k,cenimetic light,
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Joan of Arc, injured in the Battle of Compiègne in May 1430, being captured by the Burgundian forces, surrounded by numerous soldiers.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: At night, it was drizzling, and on a deserted road, three strangers threatened me and asked me to hand over my belongings.
Prompt: At night, it was drizzling, and on a deserted road with no street lights, three strange men threatened me to get out of the car.
Prompt: i want a world only created by the sun light and fog. when the light penetrate inside the fog, the light became a wall created a space for people to walk through.
Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining
Prompt: You and I are two different things One cloud's tears of water Let's break on the ground with rhinestones We'll scatter around and around... Endless downward desire Rewarded by the sun's gaze Brings joy to the grass You and I will be placed next to each other...
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: In ancient China, by the river at night, there was a city wall in the distance, a tent was placed on the shore to drink and say goodbye, someone on the boat by the river urged me to get on the boat, my friends and I held hands and couldn't bear to part, full of tears, the river at night was a fog, and the world was boundless
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: At night, it was drizzling, and on a deserted road with no street lights, three strange men stopped my car and refused to let me go forward.
Prompt: The residents of the town all know this legend. Every night, they close their doors and windows and dare not go near the river.
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: However, just when the fat woman was about to touch the three young men, she suddenly stopped.She looked at these young people with a flash of complicated emotions in her eyes.Then she suddenly turned around and disappeared into the river.
Prompt: From then on, the fat woman in the river never appeared again.The town returned to its former tranquility, and the three young people became the heroes of the town.And that terrifying legend has become part of the town's history and is praised by the townspeople.
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
Prompt: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
Prompt: In a realm where whispers of tales unfold, A prince embarked on a quest, his heart untold. By the river, where secrets gently kissed, He found a girl, a vision, in the morning mist. Her hair, a tangle of midnight's delight, Wild and free, a captivating sight. Dark strands framed a face with a daring gaze, A rebel's spirit, leaving trails ablaze. Eyes like embers, reflecting the flame, A tempest of passion, no two moments the same. In their depths, a story, sultry and raw, A flicker of rebellion, a fire to draw. Cheeks kissed by shadows, a moonlit affair, A subtle defiance in the morning air. A smoldering blush, a provocative trace, A defiance of norms, a rebellion in grace. A smirk that spoke of secrets, untamed, In the prince's heart, a desire inflamed. A laughter, a melody, bold and free, Echoing through the forest, a symphony. Her hands, rebels in their own right, Tracing lines of pleasure in the moon's soft light. Tattoos of stories, etched on skin, A canvas of desires, a tale to begin. Her attire, a whisper of defiance, A dance of fabric in provocative alliance. A silhouette against the river's flow, A statement of freedom, in the undertow. And as his gaze descended, a daring feat, To the ground where her bare feet did meet. In each step, a rebellion untamed, A dance of passion, a fire unclaimed. In her entirety, a masterpiece of the night, A commoner's beauty, a prince's delight. For in the shadows, where secrets reside, The prince found a fire, a rebel, a bride.
Negative: bad
Style: Photographic
Prompt: :Once upon a time, in the mystical town of Munchington, where the ethereal and earthly coexisted in a delicate dance, lived a curious maiden named Lily
Prompt: At night, it was drizzling. On a deserted road, three strangers left in a hurry and gradually disappeared in the night.
Prompt: dream prompt:In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.wings appearing from her back, holding a heart in her hand , blood dripping from the heart.
Prompt: You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall. We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day. We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below. And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Prompt: So, when night fell and the moonlight filled the earth, these young people decided to go to the river to verify this legend.He brought a sharp sword and the three of them walked to the river together.He stood by the river and looked at the huge figure in the river. His heart was full of fear, but they still gritted their teeth and did not flinch.
Prompt: The residents of the town all know this legend. Every night, they close their doors and windows and dare not go near the river.However, one day, a young traveler came to this town.He heard the legend but didn't believe it.He thinks this is just a story made up by the town residents to scare outsiders.
Prompt: Rivulets of rain trace tormented topographies across a young woman's visage as tensions teem just below the surface, a zoomed intimacy revealing minute mannerisms manifesting malcontent amid maintaining an outward mien of measure. Emotions in effigy emerge through exaggerated exposure when solitude slackens self-soothing stratagems and inner unrest emerges unmasked, the close corrections of her features furnishing furtive flashes of fraught feeling through my forensic focus in the falling fog.
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: 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: 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: By watery carillons and will-o-wisping weirs dreams a demoiselle of her beloved’s return, bosomed bodiced in pastels laid lightly as leaf-shadows dancing by lantern-light upon liquid pages
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Eerie enchantments ebb and flux amidst moon-dimmed mausoleums of medieval men, where chimerical channelers call to comrades crossed seas long since, crafting conduits through veiled via to transport souls to settings seraphic. Otherworldly orchestrations ouvete ominous overtures to usher apparitions audiences awaiting in lands lambent.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Wandering soul, misty journey, eerie haze, spectral path, ghostly realm, ethereal wanderer, haunting mist, lost spirit, mysterious traverse, chilling fog, soul's exploration, spectral pathway, unsettling mist, spirit's meander, mist-shrouded soul, haunted journey, eerie ambiance, soul's odyssey, chilling fog, mysterious wandering, ghostly expedition, mist-clad spirit, eerie soul journey, spectral fog, haunting exploration, misty soul venture, unsettling atmosphere, ethereal pathway, soul's haunting, ghostly pilgrimage, chilling mist, mysterious sojourn, spectral fog, soul's enigma, misty transcendence, eerie voyage, haunting ambiance, ghostly wandering, unsettling haze, mysterious soul path, chilling mist, ethereal exploration, wandering spirit, mist-shrouded soul, eerie pilgrimage, spectral traverse, haunting fog, soul's misty journey, ghostly meander, unsettling ambiance
Prompt: Wandering soul, misty journey, eerie haze, spectral path, ghostly realm, ethereal wanderer, haunting mist, lost spirit, mysterious traverse, chilling fog, soul's exploration, spectral pathway, unsettling mist, spirit's meander, mist-shrouded soul, haunted journey, eerie ambiance, soul's odyssey, chilling fog, mysterious wandering, ghostly expedition, mist-clad spirit, eerie soul journey, spectral fog, haunting exploration, misty soul venture, unsettling atmosphere, ethereal pathway, soul's haunting, ghostly pilgrimage, chilling mist, mysterious sojourn, spectral fog, soul's enigma, misty transcendence, eerie voyage, haunting ambiance, ghostly wandering, unsettling haze, mysterious soul path, chilling mist, ethereal exploration, wandering spirit, mist-shrouded soul, eerie pilgrimage, spectral traverse, haunting fog, soul's misty journey, ghostly meander, unsettling ambiance
Prompt: Wandering soul, misty journey, eerie haze, spectral path, ghostly realm, ethereal wanderer, haunting mist, lost spirit, mysterious traverse, chilling fog, soul's exploration, spectral pathway, unsettling mist, spirit's meander, mist-shrouded soul, haunted journey, eerie ambiance, soul's odyssey, chilling fog, mysterious wandering, ghostly expedition, mist-clad spirit, eerie soul journey, spectral fog, haunting exploration, misty soul venture, unsettling atmosphere, ethereal pathway, soul's haunting, ghostly pilgrimage, chilling mist, mysterious sojourn, spectral fog, soul's enigma, misty transcendence, eerie voyage, haunting ambiance, ghostly wandering, unsettling haze, mysterious soul path, chilling mist, ethereal exploration, wandering spirit, mist-shrouded soul, eerie pilgrimage, spectral traverse, haunting fog, soul's misty journey, ghostly meander, unsettling ambiance
Prompt: Wandering soul, misty journey, eerie haze, spectral path, ghostly realm, ethereal wanderer, haunting mist, lost spirit, mysterious traverse, chilling fog, soul's exploration, spectral pathway, unsettling mist, spirit's meander, mist-shrouded soul, haunted journey, eerie ambiance, soul's odyssey, chilling fog, mysterious wandering, ghostly expedition, mist-clad spirit, eerie soul journey, spectral fog, haunting exploration, misty soul venture, unsettling atmosphere, ethereal pathway, soul's haunting, ghostly pilgrimage, chilling mist, mysterious sojourn, spectral fog, soul's enigma, misty transcendence, eerie voyage, haunting ambiance, ghostly wandering, unsettling haze, mysterious soul path, chilling mist, ethereal exploration, wandering spirit, mist-shrouded soul, eerie pilgrimage, spectral traverse, haunting fog, soul's misty journey, ghostly meander, unsettling ambiance
Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: The young people were stunned. They looked at the disappearing fat woman and were filled with doubts.Returned to the town and asked the residents.The residents told him that the fat woman was not an evil spirit but the wife of the river god.The reason why she became so terrifying is because the river god was cursed by an evil wizard and became ugly.The fat woman became so terrifying in order to protect the river god.
Prompt: maximum realism - emerald tree absolute beauty luxury class.HD, 3D photorealism wow magically made with love
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
