Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
Style: Photographic
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: (Old homeless man portrait:1.2), messy beard, crazy, painful , RAW dramatic cinema, studio, 16mm, ((ilford delta 3200)), ((remarcable b\u0026w)), (ultra realistic), textured skin, remarcable detailed pupils, ((realistic dull skin noise)), ((visible skin detail)), ((skin fuzz)), ((dry skin)), shoot with cinematic camera, fuji x-t4, hight contrast, Rembrandt light, (dim light:1.5), challenging the viewer]
Prompt: a man with a rugged appearance and a thick beard. His face is dirty and covered in wrinkles, giving him an aged and weathered look. He has dark hair and piercing eyes that seem to hold some sort of intensity or emotion. The man's facial hair is well-groomed, with a prominent mustache adding to his overall ruggedness. Despite the dirt on his face, he still exudes confidence and strength. The background of the image is black, providing a stark contrast to the man's features. This adds to the overall mood of the photo - one of mystery and perhaps even danger. The dominant color foreground is also black, further emphasizing this theme.
Prompt: a man with a rugged appearance and a thick beard. His face is dirty and covered in wrinkles, giving him an aged and weathered look. He has dark hair and piercing eyes that seem to hold some sort of intensity or emotion. The man's facial hair is well-groomed, with a prominent mustache adding to his overall ruggedness. Despite the dirt on his face, he still exudes confidence and strength. The background of the image is black, providing a stark contrast to the man's features. This adds to the overall mood of the photo - one of mystery and perhaps even danger. The dominant color foreground is also black, further emphasizing this theme.
Prompt: a man with a rugged appearance and a thick beard. His face is dirty and covered in wrinkles, giving him an aged and weathered look. He has dark hair and piercing eyes that seem to hold some sort of intensity or emotion. The man's facial hair is well-groomed, with a prominent mustache adding to his overall ruggedness. Despite the dirt on his face, he still exudes confidence and strength. The background of the image is black, providing a stark contrast to the man's features. This adds to the overall mood of the photo - one of mystery and perhaps even danger. The dominant color foreground is also black, further emphasizing this theme.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune, the notes hanging in the air like memories refusing to fade. The old man took a slow sip, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the clock above the bar — its ticking echoed in the quiet of the room. A woman entered, the doorbell chiming softly. She had the look of someone who had seen her share of storms but had weathered them all. The old man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, time stood still. She approached the bar, the worn wooden stools creaking under her weight. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring her a drink without a word. She took the glass in her hands, the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. \"Long time,\" she said, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. The old man nodded, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history. They spoke in fragments, words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. The jukebox changed its tune, the music now a slow dance of shadows on the walls. Outside, the rain began to fall, a soft patter on the windowpane. The old man and the woman sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the storm. The whiskey warmed them, and the room held the secrets of a thousand stories. As the night deepened, they paid their tabs and rose from their stools. The doorbell chimed again as they stepped into the wet streets. The rain soaked through their clothes, but they walked together, side by side, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the fading notes of the jukebox behind them. In the quiet of the night, they disappeared into the mist, two figures in the vastness of the city, carrying the weight of their shared history into the darkness.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune,
Prompt: elderly man, dressed in rags, huddled in an alley, trying to take shelter from the biting cold. This man, named Jack, was a homeless man who struggled daily to make sure his family had something to eat.
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: Wizened cyberpunk warrior, standing tall and proud in the scorching desert heat, grizzled face weathered from years of battles and strife, eyes gleaming with a fierce determination, a gruff, no-nonsense attitude evident in every line of his rugged, cybernetically-enhanced body, clad in tattered, dusty robes and a battered, old-school leather jacket, adorned with countless patches and pins representing his various cybernetic enhancements and skills, each one telling a story of its own, a testament to his years of service in the trenches of the cyberpunk wars, his weapons worn like extensions of his own body, a gleaming, high-tech sword and a weathered, trusty sidearm at his side, standing atop a dune, gazing out at the endless expanse of the desert, the sun setting in the distance, casting a warm, golden glow over the desolate landscape, a sense of rugged, unyielding determination emanating from every fiber of his being, a warrior to the core, a true veteran of the cyberpunk wars, a hero of the resistance, a defender of the oppressed, a force to be reckoned with, in a world gone mad. (closeup, 3/4 view, 3d, evocative, eery, quixotic, haunting, tendentious, axiometric, curvilinear, precise, industrial/architectural sharpie/charcoal/aerosol/stencil/oil painting, thick bold lines, thick outlines, puce/rouge/aquamarine/naranja/cerise/gold palette, wildstyle grafitti, (smudge:crosshatch:1.1) shading, high contrast, sharp focus, plain background, uhd, 8K, breathtaking, minimalist, hyperrealistic, masterpiece, antonio santin, zdzislaw beksiński, joan cornellà, trevor brown, greg simkins, ray caesar, camille rose garcia, jeremy geddes, erik jones, yoshitaka amano, takashi okazaki, yuji kaida, hiroyuki nagashima, katsuhir otomo, shinji takeuchi, tetsuya nomura, kentaro miura, yuji shiozaki, hideaki anno, zao wou-ki, zhelong xu, wlop, huang guangjian, syd mead, ralph mcquarrie, frank frazetta, chris foss, jean giraud, moebius, enki bilal, philip straub, iain mccaig, de lempicka, mucha, magritte)
Prompt: The prisoner lay with his face towards us, in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with a coloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness. A broad wheal from an old scar ran right across it from eye to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip, so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead.
Prompt: A sad guy in tattoos can be depicted very expressively. His appearance can convey melancholy, melancholy or nostalgia.On his arms are tattoos of wilted roses, a blank look, or birds, symbolizing freedom, but also bound in chains. There may be small tattoos on his neck or fingers related to sadness or loss.May stand alone, leaning against a wall, looking out a window, or sitting on the edge of a tall building, emphasizing his sense of loneliness. A cigarette in his hand can be an additional element that emphasizes his calmness, but at the same time it can symbolize dependence.clothing items may include an old jacket, a tattered denim shirt, or ripped jeans. Background: The description may mention a gloomy environment such as a city atmosphere with rain, haze or street lights, which will emphasize the atmosphere of sadness.Jarek Kubicki
Prompt: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.
Prompt: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.
Prompt: The man is arabe from koraich , was exceptionally handsome and elegant. His face was radiant and clear, with eyes that held a special charm, dark in color and intense in their gaze. His beard was thick and full, adding an aura of beauty and wisdom to his appearance. His voice was captivating and articulate, expressing eloquence and wisdom.His external demeanor reflected strength of character and generosity. He possessed height and robustness, with a straight and noble posture. His silence carried dignity, and his words were pearls of wisdom flowing clearly and smoothly. He was neither stern nor dismissive but rather beloved and respected by all. He had companions who admired and served him attentively and faithfully.This man was unique in his beauty and character, combining strength and charisma, wisdom, and kindness. He was a personality unmatched in greatness and magnificence.
Prompt: A worker in england in the 1850s at the beginning of the industrial revolution, he looks dirty and poor
Prompt: 2d cartoon characters, full body head and legs, RoboCop, silver armor, standing next to a future police car, halo, glow, midnight, moon, paving sidewalk, against the background street Old Detroit city, cartoon scenes, sci-fi, dynamic action pose, dnd character, Marvel Comics style, 80s, animated TV series, dark light , dark color, high detailed background, high detail, best quality, by Jack Kirby, Boris Vallejo, Giger, Frank Mille
Negative: low quality, low-grade, twins, ugly, duplicate, deformity, ugliness, morbid, mutilated, fused finger, missing arm, missing leg, extra finger, poorly drawn hand, poorly drawn face, deformed, bad proportion, cloned face, disfigured, extra limb, bad anatomy, gross proportion, malformed limb,extra legs, extra arms, identical positions, duplicates, repeats, ultra realistic, no expression, blurry, 3d, ugly face, low detail, empty background, out of crop, nsfw, nude, anime, superman, ironman, star wars, batman, edged weapon
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine/platano gradient, (headshot:1.5), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, (headshot:2.0), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.9), headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbaed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer roamed, a solitary stranger weaving through the remnants of a once vibrant world, surrounded by the haunting echoes of the dead. In a desolate wasteland, Amidst the deconstructing destruction, the hellion sought meaning in the silence, a spectral dance of survival and decay. Serene, Cyberparadism, low angle, Unreal Engine rendering
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: man in his forties, weathered by a history of torture. His face bears the scars of torment, and his eyes glow an eerie gold. Dressed in ragged clothing, he wears a haunting, twisted smile that tells the story of the fire that consumed him. Create an atmosphere of uncanny resilience as he stands, a survivor marked by both physical and psychological battles, ready to embark on a journey of scarred freedom.
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: A village ravaged by time and neglect, with dilapidated houses, peeling walls, and collapsed roofs. The surrounding landscape is covered with weeds and wild grass, devoid of vitality,a desolate and forlorn atmosphere, filled with a sense of loss and helplessness,Dull, melancholic, evoking a feeling of being forgotten and abandoned,Collapsed houses, shattered windows, withered flowers and plants, empty streets, abandoned farm tools and furniture, crows or other black birds flying in the air,Dim lighting, casting shadows to accentuate the desolation and decay of the village,by Andrew Wyeth,highly detailed,hdr,uhd,4k,8k,64k, Style: Sticker,night
Prompt: The man was exceptionally handsome and elegant. His face was radiant and clear, with eyes that held a special charm, dark in color and intense in their gaze. His beard was thick and full, adding an aura of beauty and wisdom to his appearance. His voice was captivating and articulate, expressing eloquence and wisdom.His external demeanor reflected strength of character and generosity. He possessed height and robustness, with a straight and noble posture. His silence carried dignity, and his words were pearls of wisdom flowing clearly and smoothly. He was neither stern nor dismissive but rather beloved and respected by all. He had companions who admired and served him attentively and faithfully.This man was unique in his beauty and character, combining strength and charisma, wisdom, and kindness. He was a personality unmatched in greatness and magnificence.
Prompt: \"(((best quality))),(((ultra detailed))),(((masterpiece))),illustration,\" 23years old, miserable life experience, man, Despair and solitude, Disheveled appearance, tired eyes, unshaven, pale skin, Deep sorrow, hopelessness, melancholy, Tattered and worn-out clothing, mismatched socks, Slouched posture, head hung low, A perspective from below, highlighting the burden, Clutching a crumpled letter, shoulders slumping, Dimly lit room with peeling wallpaper, a flickering solitary light bulb\"
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, insectoid swarm, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, horror, gore, grunge, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Negative: nudity, exposed breasts, flowers, candyfloss
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, supine, squatting, erratic movements, gargantuan, pyroclastic incandescence, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos hive mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Negative: nudity, exposed breasts, flowers, candyfloss
