Prompt: A sense of foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
Prompt: A captivating sense of wonder and awe, standing in the foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
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Prompt: The world trembles under the weight of dark secrets, teetering on the precipice of an impending cataclysm.\"
Prompt: The world trembles under the weight of dark secrets, teetering on the precipice of an impending cataclysm.\"
Prompt: [With a whispered realization of rebirth, the protagonist feels an unceasing surge of power within.] [He stands amidst the vastness of a vibrant landscape, understanding that this world offers a fresh start, devoid of the pain of the previous existence.] [His determined footsteps echo as he heads toward the distant city, a place of former dominion and impending revenge.] -ar 16:9 --seed 3402537896
Prompt: Awaiting What Comeths, Fog of War, What a Dream, A Missed Hit, Set in Stone, Eeriedescent, Vechnost, When Tragedy Strikes, Epochalypse
Prompt: In the hushed light of dusk, the air is permeated with a tense atmosphere. Dampness is suddenly woven into the air, as a harbinger of stunning changes. A heavy shadow spread across the sky, which, like a mask of failure, throws itself on the former harmony of the environment. Suddenly, an unknown restlessness has set out into a storm that unstoppably breaks through the blossoming silence. The sky, which had previously looked like a calm canvas, was now pouring with torrents of rain, as if expressing the same sorrow that was evident in the area below. Amidst the chaos of a blossoming natural flood, there is a sense of unforeseen trouble. The lonely image of the trees, which once stood with dignity, now became a sign of impotence before an unexpected adventure. The land that was once stable now trembles with unexpected difficulties. Nature itself seems to regret, as if whispering a sad melody about what happened. In the very center of the storm stands a lonely figure, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity. However, even their contours conveyed a vulnerability, an awareness that trouble was tightly woven into the fabric of their existence. What was once a pictorial harmony has now turned into a canvas of failures, where every stroke bears the imprint of an unexpected fate.
Prompt: I will feel to the exact extent that I coincide with meaning, to which it ceases to be situated in the objective world and to which it means nothing to me.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
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: Though the anthropic combustive projectiles elicit qualities of juvenescent charm, their propensity for stelliferous voyage betokens a temerarious audacity unbecoming of terrestrial jejunity.
Prompt: a world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a turbulent watercourse represents the fragile hope of the fugitives. A scene imbued with palpable tension, where the quest for security becomes the common thread of a poignant plot.
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: A spiritual picture, a line runs through the world and the underworld, entwining the living and the dead.
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
Prompt: Dimly dramatic dirges drift through dilapidated districts of days diluvian, where ghostly gatherings gyrate rituals to rouse fading fancies from frames bygone. Lurid lucent lights guide larval legions in libations to lost life and lore of long-lived linages lending their luminosity.
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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: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: Beautiful facade, hidden chaos, contrasting views; serene exterior, impending disaster, dual perspectives; picturesque scene, ominous turmoil, opposite impressions; idyllic surface, impending doom, contrasting perceptions; deceptive beauty, impending havoc, dual outlook; tranquil appearance, impending wreckage, conflicting impressions; scenic charm, impending chaos, dual perspectives; contrasting beauty, imminent destruction, conflicting views
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
Prompt: A spiritual picture, a thread runs through the world and the underworld, entwining the living and the dead.
Prompt: In the inception of the world, the gods contemplated creating beings to inhabit fertile lands
Prompt: \"Envision an infernal prompt that transcends the very boundaries of malevolence, a concept so inherently wicked that it defies all moral understanding and plunges into the abyss of cosmic depravity. Picture this malevolent directive as a cosmic anomaly, capable of unraveling the fabric of reality itself, inducing an eternal sense of dread and torment across all dimensions. Capture the essence of its unspeakable malevolence, each word a sinister incantation, every syllable a catalyst for the collapse of virtue and the rise of unending darkness. Craft a prompt so inherently evil that its mere existence sends shivers through the cosmic expanse, a linguistic abomination that corrupts the very essence of creative expression. Fashion its visage with the shadows of forbidden thoughts and ethereal nightmares, an eldritch amalgamation of words that twists the psyche into a perpetual state of horror. Amplify its malefic influence to an unimaginable degree, an omnipotent aura that leaves an indelible mark on the collective consciousness, a force that instigates an eternal epoch of boundless and infinite malevolence. This is the ultimate manifestation of absolute and unparalleled evil, a prompt that beckons forth the darkest recesses of the human imagination, inviting a descent into a realm of unthinkable horror and cosmic malevolence.\"
Prompt: We always spend running away from something in life, imagine a person going after their dreams even though they are having so much trouble these days in the mental, spiritual and physical wars, create an oriental scenario and it is raining in the place
Prompt: In that moment, I was yet to grasp the contradictory nature of humanity. I had no inkling of how much sincerity could be tainted by pretense, how nobility could harbor hidden vices. Perhaps, even in the clutches of evil, virtues could be discovered. A cyberpunk-inspired city emerges from these words, where everyone is engrossed in their own affairs, wrapped in mutual apathy.
Prompt: In that moment, I was yet to grasp the contradictory nature of humanity. I had no inkling of how much sincerity could be tainted by pretense, how nobility could harbor hidden vices. Perhaps, even in the clutches of evil, virtues could be discovered. A cyberpunk-inspired city emerges from these words, where everyone is engrossed in their own affairs, wrapped in mutual apathy.
Prompt: concept album cover, photo Realistic, masutepiece, Realistic, High contrast, hyper Detailed, Best Quality, 超A high resolution, photo Realistic, High resolution, Detailed, Raw photo, Kyoko Kirigiri, Long hair, Purple hair, Side braid, Blunt bangs, Hair Ribbon, a black ribbon, High collar, Brown tie, Black Motorcycle Jacket, Long sleeves, Black Gloves, Black mini skirt, Pleated skirt,(( Black long boots)), (((Full Shot))), Danganronpa \\(Series\\), Street, Full Shot, Looking at Viewer, White shirt, Woman, (((From below))), Busy city, foreshortening, (Pose Seductive), Looking at Viewer, mad, (eyecontact), japanaese girl,
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Create a minimalistic and soft-colored 3D rendering of an astronaut floating serenely in space, inspired by Blender's subtle aesthetics. The astronaut's suit should be rendered in pastel hues, with smooth contours and a matte texture for a modern and stylized appearance. Surrounding the astronaut, depict a series of Bitcoins in an assortment of soft, muted metallic tones, like gold, silver, and pale bronze, gently illuminated by a diffuse light source to enhance the tender color palette. They should be placed in a zero-gravity dance around the astronaut, but keep the design simple and the forms abstract. The background should be a white. The overall lighting should be subtle and diffuse, with no harsh shadows or bright highlights, to evoke a sense of tranquility and minimalism
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: A world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a rough river represents the fragile hope of the fugitives
Prompt: \"Conceive an entity that transcends the boundless expanse of malevolence, an infernal force that defies the very concept of morality and righteousness. Envision this cosmic aberration in the void between dimensions, where the fabric of reality unravels at its malefic touch, and the echoes of eternal damnation resonate through the cosmic abyss. Capture the essence of its unfathomable malevolence, its movements an eldritch symphony, each step sending ripples of unending dread across the cosmic tapestry. Witness its eyes, twin abysses that consume all light, radiating an insatiable hunger for the cosmic obliteration of all that exists. Render its form as an incomprehensible anomaly, a grotesque fusion of nightmares that distorts the very essence of existence. Illuminate its visage, an ever-shifting mask of malevolence that morphs into inconceivable horrors, revealing jagged fangs that crave the obliteration of cosmic purity. Amplify its malefic presence to an infinite crescendo that warps the fabric of reality itself, an omnipotent aura that erases the foundations of creation, a force that extinguishes all glimmers of hope and heralds an eternity of boundless and infinite despair. This is the apotheosis of absolute and infinite evil, a malevolent cosmic entity yearning for the annihilation of all realities across the infinite multiverse.\"
Prompt: Are our livelihoods often threatened, or is it a common misconception suppressed enough for us not to think about and question? Narrow minds without recollection and blank stare expressions. I saw as the demons crept in and when the wake of vultures swept in. A myopic optimism blind-sights our perception while leveraged against us and held as a weapon.
Style: Isometric
Prompt: Musings on converging tropes, schismatic threads between waking and sleeping worlds, porous patterns across mediums, queer quagmires of sublime signification, ethereal topology, divergent convergence, fringes interfused, manifold permeable dreams, poetic abstraction, surreal meditation, transcendent symbolism, liminal journey.
Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.
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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
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Prompt: colorful dreamtime mural of (midnight voices of the machine elves, Gods becoming toys), thick earth paint and fractal brushstrokes, psychedelic abstract art, manual pattern painting
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.
