Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.
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: 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: My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Prompt: Open your soul Redeem, I am immortal Blinded by a light My soul is held up in glory I engulf the skies The apostle in triumph
Prompt: My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know Oh, heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know
Prompt: 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,
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.
Prompt: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: someday you came to me and I knew you were the one. You were the one i was dreaming all my life. When is dark you are my light
Prompt: you hope lies in your spark, like candles in the dark, guide me with your heart, you caught me by surprise, blink of your eyes, light the colour in the sky
Prompt: \"Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?\"
Prompt: warhammer 40000 style, prototype, concept (walker:0.9) as (t-rex:0.8), futuristic design, powerful engine, smoke, smog, sparks, clouds, piles of trash, ruins, sci-fi, cyberpunk, simple parts and designs, streamlined shape, gothic, against the background of the post-apocalyptic ruins of a metropolitan city, dark palette, colored, vibrant color, detailed background, detail, quality, design by Gerry Anderson, art by Chris Foss Johnny Bruck
Negative: animal, low quality, low detail, incorrect details, disproportionality
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative
Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative
Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative
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.
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.
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.
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.
Prompt: Disputes will only wear down your spirit, complaints will only deepen your pain, and hatred will only make your mood more restless. Only by letting go of resentment can your soul find true peace.
Prompt: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. 6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
Prompt: There are always some pains in life, maybe physical, maybe mental, maybe unspeakable. We all long for healing, but healing is not an easy thing, it takes time, courage, and love. Healing is not a magic, it will not make the wound disappear, it will only make the wound into a scar, remind us what we have experienced, and make us stronger. Healing is not an escape, it will not make us forget the past, it will only make us face the reality, accept ourselves, and move on. Healing is not a luxury, it will not make us lose hope, it will only make us feel the warmth, find the faith, and embrace the future. Healing is a choice, it requires us to actively seek, actively give, and actively accept. We can all be our own healers, and we can also be healers for others, as long as we are willing, as long as we work hard, as long as we believe.
Prompt: There are always some pains in life, maybe physical, maybe mental, maybe unspeakable. We all long for healing, but healing is not an easy thing, it takes time, courage, and love. Healing is not a magic, it will not make the wound disappear, it will only make the wound into a scar, remind us what we have experienced, and make us stronger. Healing is not an escape, it will not make us forget the past, it will only make us face the reality, accept ourselves, and move on. Healing is not a luxury, it will not make us lose hope, it will only make us feel the warmth, find the faith, and embrace the future. Healing is a choice, it requires us to actively seek, actively give, and actively accept. We can all be our own healers, and we can also be healers for others, as long as we are willing, as long as we work hard, as long as we believe.
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
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,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
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.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
Negative: wrong wing size,wrong wing position,blood dripping from the heart
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.
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: It’s okay to lose yourself for a few days only if you know you will find yourself at the other side. The days could become weeks or even months. Sometimes years, maybe a lifetime. Who are you to set an alarm on a dream.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: In the beginning of God's creation of heaven and earth, the earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the waters; and God's mighty wind caused storms.
Prompt: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
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: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: Pause for a moment, reflect, and ask: How can the flames of passion burn bright if the fire within our souls remains unkindled? To embark on the odyssey of true connection, one must first traverse the path of self-intimacy—fusing heart, mind, and spirit into a harmonious symphony.
Prompt: Pause for a moment, reflect, and ask: How can the flames of passion burn bright if the fire within our souls remains unkindled? To embark on the odyssey of true connection, one must first traverse the path of self-intimacy—fusing heart, mind, and spirit into a harmonious symphony.
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
