Prompt: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Prompt: i am already saved, for the machine is immortal, even in death i serve the omnissiah, warhammer 40000 style
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: Thy pitiful nescience, thy craven wallowing in a maelstrom of contingent apparitions, betokens a terror of thine own untapped apperceptions!
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: IN THE GYM WHERE THE IRON BEASTS ROAR, HE WAS READY TO SQUAT. TO LIFT AND TO SOAR. WITH WEIGHTS STACKED HIGH, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, HE DESCENDED IN FORM. SO STRONG AND SO BOLD.BUT LO! AS HE PUSHED AGAINST GRAVITY'S MIGHT, A SOUND MOST PECULIAR TOOK FLIGHT. NOT A GRUNT, NOR A GROAN FROM HIS IRON-WILL FIGHT, BUT A FART, SNEAKY AND LIGHT.
Prompt: IN THE GYM WHERE THE IRON BEASTS ROAR, HE WAS READY TO SQUAT. TO LIFT AND TO SOAR. WITH WEIGHTS STACKED HIGH, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, HE DESCENDED IN FORM. SO STRONG AND SO BOLD.BUT LO! AS HE PUSHED AGAINST GRAVITY'S MIGHT, A SOUND MOST PECULIAR TOOK FLIGHT. NOT A GRUNT, NOR A GROAN FROM HIS IRON-WILL FIGHT, BUT A FART, SNEAKY AND LIGHT. By Rembrandt, Caravaggio, Gustave Moreau, Thomas Gainsborough, Worthington Whittredge
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: The end of adversity! Victory! Sound the bells of the stars. Let the waves of heat and light They will rush to all ends!
Prompt: The end of adversity! Victory! Sound the bells of the stars. Let the waves of heat and light They will rush to all ends!
Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
Prompt: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: the children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth
Prompt: \"From the unfathomable depths emerged a being that defied the very concept of malevolence—a spectral hound forged in the crucible of impossibility. Its form transcended comprehension, an ethereal entity that shattered reality's bounds. Eyes aflame with an unholy luminescence, each glance fractured sanity itself. With every ethereal step, dimensions quaked, portending an existence consumed by unattainable horror and indomitable malice. Its howls, a symphony of discordant chaos, reverberated through time and space, heralding an eternity submerged in inconceivable evil and insurmountable darkness. This was not merely a dog; it was an enigma of ineffable evil, an anomaly defying the limits of conceivable malevolence.\"
Prompt: Born the son of Odin, the paramount deity, and Jodie, a giantess, he wedded Sif, a goddess, and often manifested to safeguard mortals
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: Korean girl at narrow street of cyberpunk City, rain, night, cinematic, 24 fps
Negative: low quality, cartoon, anime
Prompt: In the inception of the world, the gods contemplated creating beings to inhabit fertile lands
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: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: Through ruin and encroaching ash, bronzed figures stand eternal amid fallen citadels, their metaled flesh creaking hymns to ages past as new boots trod conquering over vanquished bones long smoothed by sighing sands.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: In the fizzing flickers of welding torches her featureless cerevoid glittered, pitted by the kiss of shrapnel and brine yet still serenely surveying the foundry's fury from her steel skull's staring sockets solitudinous.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Voluminously awakening upon granitic ridges under pulsing firmaments, an alloy-kine stands eternal watch. Eons defending technological citadels have graven eons of experience into platinum pupils, resilience vibrating through synthetic musculature. Custom tyromachines and antique gauss cannons have become true extensions of mothballed flesh. Scanning the endless planes for threats, Quantum optics discern shimmers beyond the violet veil. ( posterized palette, greg simkins, ray caesar, syd mead, jean giraud, moebius, ralph mcquarrie, iain mccaig, zhelong xu, hiroyuki nagashima, hidEAKE aNNO, Kentaro miura, satoshi kon)
Negative: nudity
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
Prompt: From heat-flaked alloys drizzled mercury tears that froze to gem her jaw, each cold drop polishing to fine luminance memories older than the marching dead and forever young beneath her vivisected, crystalline panes.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: I didn't understand how contradictory human nature was. I don't know how much artificiality is in sincerity, How many north noses are hidden in nobility, Perhaps, virtue is found even in evil
Prompt: an overpowered entity, force's creator, mastering every power of the force, unlimited power, divine, god,
Prompt: Tell me, what is bothering us so much? Why does a clear beam ripple at night? What thin flame spreads into the firmament? Like lightning without threatening clouds Striving from the ground to the zenith? How can it be that frozen steam
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: Pour the poison of her poison, tell her that she will drink without conscience, let her know that this is impossible, let her know that this is all a work, this is a work she created
Prompt: Fine calic ivory and platinum bone lace swathed her gleaming cranium, honed sutures slicing moon-slit stares across the rabble below as their pleas and havoc bounced sterile off her sensoria.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: And they will rush to the right and to the left, Carrying a silver din. And the Virgin will scream joyfully, Believe fearing news! I'll grab my heart with my hand, He will press his cheek to Taurus, And starry tears will roll By the flushed face!
Prompt: As I delved further into the forgotten catacombs, a nightmarish presence materialized, its face concealed by a mask of twisted porcelain, and behind it, an abyss of malevolence beckoning with a sinister allure
Prompt: As I delved further into the forgotten catacombs, a nightmarish presence materialized, its face concealed by a mask of twisted porcelain, and behind it, an abyss of malevolence beckoning with a sinister allure
Prompt: Beach of the serpent's spit, Drinks for the holy, How long can you stand the day, The sickness and the pain are chained, Like pouring of the rain
