Prompt: he shouted that he saw small boats appearing in the sea, then I was even a little late with the signal. Milkh and I agreed that when the boats appeared, I would give him a signal by waving a burning torch, which I had specially wrapped in advance with the rags left over after the people dressed as guards. Everyone was alarmed and instantly prepared to do what I had told them to do before. My torch activated the people of Milch, and even here their screams and cries could be heard. The distance from the fire was quite large; it took us a long time to choose it, doubting that Nat would want to be distracted from the intended landing site
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There is another wonder in the world: The sea will swell violently, It will boil, it will howl, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, The guy is with them. There is a princess beyond the sea, What you can't take your eyes off: During the day the light of God is eclipsed, At night it illuminates the earth, The moon shines under the scythe, And in the format:
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There is another wonder in the world: The sea will swell violently, It will boil, it will howl, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they will find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, Uncle Chernomor is with them. High detail..
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The well-defined ashes gracefully float on the condensed ripples, brushing over the wrinkled eyes of the drowned sailors, preserved in an unforgettable surrealistic style, passing through an invisible void, and the brief remnants of the submerged smoke stumbling through shallow graves intertwined with swaying kelp forests and forgotten ship wreckage, Rotting and touching in the cool isolation without sunlight.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The sea will swell violently, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, Uncle Chernomor is with them. High detail...
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Paint a treacherous scene of the journey towards the Isle of Azural. The sea is a tumultuous canvas, adorned with menacing reefs that lurk just below the surface, threatening to tear apart any vessel that dares to navigate too close. Among these treacherous waters lie mini-islands, each seemingly inhospitable, with rocky shores and jagged cliffs, creating a labyrinthine path to the coveted Isle of Azural. Use vivid language to convey the looming danger, the crashing waves, and the sense of isolation amidst this chaotic and unforgiving seascape
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a lone small boat adrift,(0.9) moonlight paths the rippling water,(1) figures solitude amidst the night,(1) cup raised longing for far away hills now lost from sight,(1.1) drifting with the waves' gentle motion,(0.8) restless heart finds brief respite,(0.9) sighs are calmed upon the vast reflection,(0.9) shadowed shades of sorrow lift and recede,(0.8) vast sky and lake stretch boundless far ahead,(0.9) placid waters soothing mind and mood,(0.8) drink dispels what cares the day intruded,(0.9) lone sail remains as vigil 'til dawn light,(1) lulling waves and stars keep sad company 'til morn.
Style: Fantasy Art
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: There were ten of them. But, if you think about it, in fact, only two people were people: their leader and the old magician. The rest were representatives of other races that inhabited this world. The head of this small detachment was a middle-aged man. His entire appearance clearly spoke of his strength: shining armor, a sharply sharpened sword, runes that at times flashed on his shield and blade - all this created the image of a “hero,” as they now began to call him. It looked somewhat false and somehow strange, especially after what the man and his squad had to go through to get to this place. The rest were not so interesting and rather came with it. And, to be honest, they looked rather faded compared to the hero. They all looked at the man sitting on a terrifying-looking throne. Despite all the stories and rumors about the demon lord, he did not look like a monster. On the throne sat a very young man, whose dark short hair was in complete disarray, and whose regular, aristocratic facial features and light blue eyes caused only bewilderment. Everyone imagined him a little differently. It was strange to associate this man with their main enemy, but the situation indicated that they were not mistaken.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Mist rises soft from river banks afar, (0.9) folk gather where waters westward flow,(0.9) long boats tied await their offering's stow,(0.9) bundles zongzi stacked with care anew,(1) fair maids with baskets glutinous parcels strew,(1) incense curls skyward as rites commence due,(1) prayers voiced bring solace to loss acerb, (0.9) \"Loyal bard, your spirit safe with us yet dwell, (1) though gone, in memory immortal you excel.\",(1.1) shadows pierce reflections clear below,(0.9) rippling cirrus scatter out of view,(0.9) virtues lauded that bade tyrants quail,(1) wisdom's light shines though dark days may prevail,(1) grateful hearts hold hope for springs to come,(1) true fame escapes decay in people's cumulative hum: (1)\"Afield view mountains washed with evening glow, within my bosom wander to and fro.\"(1.1)
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: the sea suddenly Will flutter around Splashed in a noisy run And left it on the shore Thirty-three heroes; In scales, like the heat of grief, The knights walk in pairs, And, shining with gray hair, The guy is walking ahead And he leads them to the city...
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: think of black water, think up a (((white sky))), think of a boat, think of Bloogs blowing by, ghosts
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: High, neutral, flat, even, institutional, professional, ambient lighting. The children's room on his white modern holiday home. high angle, Cannon cinema eos 4k, Cinematic, Dramatic lighting, god rays. height:576 format: Video seed:2414573225. height:576 format :Video seed:3720343545. height:576 format:Video seed:3683489229 height:576 format:Video seed:1933120842.
Prompt: think of black water, think up a (((white sky))), think of a boat, think of ghosts blowing by
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Capture the essence of the Arrow Incident in a compelling image prompt, illustrating the dispute over the seized Chinese-owned ship 'Arrow,' as British claims of smuggling clash with Chinese denials, escalating tensions to a boiling point with neither side willing to back down in 1856
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: think of black water, think up a black sky, think of a boat, think of Bloogs blowing by
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: think of black water, think up a (((white sky))), think of a boat, think of Bloogs blowing by, ghosts, Seuss
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: think of black water, think up a white sky, think of a boat, think of Bloogs blowing by
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: think of black water, think up a (((white sky))), think of a boat, think of Bloogs blowing by
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: think of black water, think up a (((white sky))), think of a boat, think of (((Bloogs))) blowing by
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The nykur dwells in water; at the bottom, down in the depths, he has his lair; from here he often goes onto land and it is not good to meet him. Sometimes he is like a beautiful little horse which seems to be good and tame, and thus he lures people to draw near to him to pat him and stroke him along the back. But when they come to touch the tail, they become stuck fast to him, and then he releases no-one, but he drags them with him to the bottom of the water. Sometimes he encounters people in human form, as a handsome youth, to lure young women to himself, and promises them joy and gladness in his hall if they want to go along with him. But if they get a suspicion of who he is, when they are giving themselves away, such that they can call him by his true name — nykur — then he loses the power over them and must release them and go along into his waters. It is said that the nykur can equally well change itself into the form of all quadrupedal animals, except that he does not know how to create the horn-points of a ram or a male lamb on himself.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the depths of winter's chill,When icy winds blow with a will,The Infernal Winter Caller appears,To summon forth the frozen spheres.With a wave of his darkened hand,He calls forth a winter wonderland,Frost and snow fall in his wake,Creating a shimmering, icy lake.The world around is transformed,Into a frozen, silent dorm,But the beauty is not all it seems,For danger lurks in icy beams.Yet the Winter Caller's power,Is more than just a frozen shower,For in his touch lies a magic spell,That enchants all who dare to dwell.For those who embrace the winter's might,And dance beneath the starry night,Will find a warmth that fills the heart,And a magic that sets them apart.So let the Infernal Winter Caller come,And summon forth the ice and snow,For in his magic lies a joy,That only the brave and bold can know.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Photo of the AURIS Senat exhibition car, in the style of wood carving,curls of bulino, dark background with red backlight, large-scale,super detailed,complex detail, RAW
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Disaster struck as orcs, a relentless force from the North, descended upon a once-thriving city. The invaders, armed with brutal pragmatism, laid waste to everything in their path. The clash of weapons and the acrid scent of burning buildings mingled with an otherworldly energy, as if the very air resonated with the dark magic that fueled the orcs' onslaught. The once-bustling streets transformed into a battleground, with the flicker of enchanted flames casting an eerie glow on the chaos. As the orcs advanced, their brutal efficiency clashed with the city's ordinary structures, creating a scene where the mundane and the magical collided in a harrowing dance of destruction. The aftermath left the city scarred, its essence forever altered by the brutal incursion of the marauding horde.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the realm of darkness, where shadows thrive,A world of magic reveals itself and never runs out.Known as the Hidden Lights, they are worthy of praiseTo be discovered with the utmost love.Their magic flickers with a brief spark,A luminous jewel within the dark tenebre.Your light may be soft, but it's attractive and bright,Guiding us through the darkness with great countenance.The Hidden Lights, they dance and play,Whirling with colour in a show that rhymes.Graceful and free, they move with elegance,A symphony of tones with a resonance that sways.Their stories are shrouded, their secrets unrevealed,As they wander through the night, bold and daring.Their magic hangs in the air,A power beyond compare.The Hidden Lights, they call us close,A sight that fills us with wonder and comfort.Their magic touches our soul,A feeling beyond any calamity that soothes.In the realm of darkness, where shadows rule,The Hidden Lights must always shine and rule.Their magic flickers with a gentle spark,A luminous pulse within the dark that saves.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Negative: fire, roof, nice, beauty
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Negative: fire, nice, beauty
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: cold kitchen, empty, with a drum washing machine on the floor, bright, HD, front view, 3D rendering, OC renderer,
Negative: clutter, lots of objects
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: Describe a splendid image of the world of Thalassia: As the sun dips on the horizon, its last golden lights dance upon the crystal-clear waters. Majestic towers rise from the depths, crafted from luminous corals and enchanted stones that glow with a gentle radiance. Exotic marine creatures swim in harmony, their bodies shimmering with vibrant colors, while gardens of multicolored seaweed sway gently with the currents. Arched bridges adorned with luminous shells connect floating islands covered with coral forests, creating a scene of pure magic and serenity. In the sky, stars begin to dot the firmament, reflecting in the tranquil waters. In this underwater realm of Thalassia, beauty is as deep as the oceans that embrace it. 4K. Full HD.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Visualize a tropical lagoon at dusk, where bioluminescent organisms in the water create a soft, otherworldly glow, and the palm trees along the shore cast long, mysterious shadows under the fading light of the day
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Illustrate Sion, a fictional country known for majestic landscapes nestled between imposing mountains and lush valleys. Its cities boast magnificent architecture, hand-carved stone streets, and majestic temples. The Celestial Light, a symbol of divine presence, has vanished, plunging the country into spiritual darkness. Inhabitants seek guidance in scriptures and teachings from ancestral prophets to restore the lost harmony. Create it in a modern cartoon style. Ensure (((intricate details))), (((highest quality))).\"
Negative: (irregular shape:1.4), (deformed),
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Behold, the Holy Nemesis has come to stay,His golden-dark power holds sway,A wondrous force that commands respect and awe,His presence, strong and burning like a star.With every step he takes, the earth does quake,His power radiates in the night,A dark and golden burning light,Transforming all in his wake,As darkness descends and strength it takes.He wields the power of the universe,An ancient force that's dark and diverse,And with a single word or thought,He brings about all he has sought.The Holy Nemesis, a being of great might,His magic a wonder to behold in sight,For his power is beyond compare,And all who see it cannot help but stare.Therefore, let us bow down to the Holy Nemesis,For his power and strength we cannot dismiss,And let us always remember his name,For he is the keeper of the eternal fate.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Amidst a world shrouded in mystery, follow the journey of a determined man searching for his beloved, navigating through enchanted landscapes and encountering unexpected allies and adversaries. Unravel the secrets of his quest as he delves deeper into the unknown, driven by love's enduring flame
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Mushroom man smokes herbs, with an anime-style \"stop chemicals\" sign, against chemicals
Style: Low Poly
Prompt: Blonde girl wearing sexy black leather jacket on the streets of Los Angeles, 8k
Style: Photographic
Prompt: The old monk directed the villagers to build a series of small dams and canals. These structures redirect water flow, transforming that fast-flowing river into a peaceful creek
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: show the tongue without it being too weird for people to look at, convey the mesage of the role that a tongue plays in convincing other people, also show how the tonque is sharper than the sharpest of katanas
Style: Fantasy Art
