Prompt: Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair. Another mine on the cliff went off, followed by a slight shudder of the soil under my feet. The work was going on. The work! And this was the place where some of the helpers had withdrawn to die.
Prompt: a backdrop of a dark and eerie forest, it would amplify the intensity of the man's expression. Imagine towering trees with spindly branches reaching out like fingers, shrouded in a thick, shadowy mist. The dim light barely penetrates the dense canopy, creating a play of light and shadow on the forest floor. The atmosphere would be quiet, with only the faintest rustle of leaves or distant, unidentifiable sounds breaking the silence. This haunting environment could suggest a narrative where the man is a solitary figure in a vast, foreboding wilderness, connected to the outside world only through the device in his hand. The contrast between the man's rugged, weathered appearance and the ominous, possibly supernatural forest setting would create a scene filled with tension and intrigue.
Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned. width:1536 height:640 aspect:21:9 seed:85422765
Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned.
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: In a mysterious place of shadow, you wake up to find yourself in a dark jungle. The trees are towering and thick vines weave around you in a seemingly endless maze. There seems to be a kind of magic in the gloomy atmosphere, making your heart beat uneasily.
Prompt: medieval heraldic symbol, wolf standing on hind legs, 2d art, sygil, royal crest, faction crest, flat
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious. seed:4230352618
Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
Prompt: bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
Prompt: water invisibility, glow, 8 k, stec bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
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: The shadowy figure, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, lurked in the inky abyss, where whispers of dread danced with the echoes of despair.
Prompt: a dark and foreboding realm, shadowy figures represent sins like greed, envy, and wrath, each symbolizing their nature through actions or objects. The eerie atmosphere is charged with malevolent energy, highlighting the corrupting influence of these sins on humans. The scene conveys danger and moral decay in a visually symbolic manner.
Prompt: In solitude I wander, Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies In this forest Where wolves cry their agony unto the moon My spirit is hidden In the form of wisdom carved on a black stone The only way to follow
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Through the twisted trees of a forgotten forest, where the mist clings like a shroud, the silence is broken only by the creaking of branches, as if lamenting spirits were wandering among the gnarled roots. art by Rien Poortvliet
Prompt: Bones like branches snap; the forest will feed on our mindbending depravity, Stańczyk in the style of tenebrism
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: The desolate cabin stood as a forgotten relic in the heart of the ancient forest, its timeworn façade a testament to the mysteries it held within. Braving the eerie silence, I stepped into the dimly lit room, where a lone candle flickered, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation. My gaze was drawn to a mirror tucked away in the corner, a neglected relic concealed by layers of dust. As I wiped it clean, the glass revealed a reflection that defied the laws of nature. My features contorted into a grotesque, malevolent grin that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Panic set in as I attempted to break free from the mirror's sinister grasp, but the reflection held me captive, mocking me in the dim candlelight. The room itself seemed to respond to the unholy presence. The air grew thick with an unnatural tension, and the temperature plummeted as though the very essence of the cabin recoiled from the malevolence that had been unleashed. Shadows twisted and warped, and the walls seemed to pulsate with an unseen heartbeat. Just as I considered fleeing, the candle extinguished with a spectral gust of wind. The cabin plunged into an abyssal darkness, leaving me vulnerable to the sinister forces at play. In the oppressive blackness, the distorted laughter echoed, each chilling note resonating with a cacophony of malevolent voices. Fumbling for my phone, I sought the comfort of light, but it remained stubbornly inert. The air constricted around me as an icy breath whispered through the void, \"You shouldn't have disturbed me.\" With a disorienting jolt, the cabin's reality shifted. Walls twisted and contorted, and I stumbled forward into a nightmarish abyss. The malicious laughter intensified, a symphony of malevolence that clawed at my sanity. The unseen force played with my senses, weaving tales of ancient curses and forgotten sins. In the suffocating darkness, I realized I was ensnared in a realm between worlds, trapped in a malevolent dimension that fed on the fear it instilled. The mirror, now a pulsating gateway, radiated an ominous energy. The malevolent grin in the reflection began to morph into something more grotesque. Its features twisted and elongated, revealing a monstrous visage that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of the shadows. As the mirror's surface shattered, a guttural wail echoed through the void, and the grotesque entity emerged into the cabin. It was a nightmarish amalgamation of shifting shadows and contorted limbs, its form ever-changing and impossible to comprehend. Eyes gleamed with an unholy light, and serrated tendrils extended towards me, reaching from the depths of its formless existence. I felt a paralyzing fear as the eldritch entity closed in, its presence overwhelming and suffocating. The darkness itself seemed to cling to its monstrous form, and the very air pulsed with malevolence. In the final moments, the grotesque entity enveloped me, and I became one with the shadows, lost to the eldritch horrors that lurked within the accursed cabin. The once-silent forest absorbed the echoes of my demise, concealing its malevolent secrets until the next unsuspecting soul would awaken its dormant terrors.
Prompt: laying flat on the ground leaning on my elbows raised flashlight in hand to peer down a mysterious trench my eyes wide with wonderment
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: A profound orchard appears mysterious and eerie under the moonlight of the night. The shadows of the fruit trees intertwine, casting long, dark silhouettes, creating a sinister atmosphere
Prompt: Haunting Reliquiae, disarticulated members emerge from slag heaps awash in a decaying oil slick stretching to a burned out silo under a grey and lightbleed sky, corrupted datatrails oozing from viscera encode a mordant elegy across the pocked landscape, violently degraded flaking c-printed skins reeking of scorched flesh and zylene slough off blasted ribs, Liu Bolin, Regina Jose Galindo, River Styx industrial wasteland (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: Haunting Reliquiae, disarticulated members emerge from slag heaps awash in a decaying oil slick stretching to a burned out silo under a grey and lightbleed sky, corrupted datatrails oozing from viscera encode a mordant elegy across the pocked landscape, violently degraded flaking c-printed skins reeking of scorched flesh and zylene slough off blasted ribs, Liu Bolin, Regina Jose Galindo, River Styx industrial wasteland (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece, vibrant art deco remix)
Prompt: Mournfully Haunted, sphene synapses bleed tuberose ciphers across basanite harmonies unfoldingendlessly in ebon walkways, phantasmic emanations distilling topaz canticles acrossthe coagulating streets encrypt requiems amid funerary zircon spires prosthetic voices fadingeternal elegies through amber grids greying into opalescent ether. (Talya Chetrit, Rachel Rossin, Cao Fei, Katrín Elvarsdóttir, Camille Henrot, Ed Atkins) (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: In the dark night, a dense and eerie grove of locust trees stretches out. Moonlight filters through the crevices of the leaves, casting intricate shadows on the forest floor. Underneath one particular locust tree, an aged coffin board hovers in mid-air, with dark red bloodstains scattered across its surface. This scene is profound and mysterious, leading the reader into a world where ancient legends intertwine with reality. It is filled with traditional Chinese ghostly themes and a profound sense of horror.
Prompt: Luminously melancholic, sculptures emerging from slag heaps of powdered opals and crushed velvets vibrating with residual dataplague cast an iridescent haze, ghostly streams of code bleed cries of forsaken AI across the lucid dunes aging to glass, voluptuously layered charcoaled veils shed withRESERVED shiver eliciting crises of faith in artificial afterlives, Katrín Elvarsdóttir, Hiraki Sawa. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
Prompt: Empty room, shadows linger, solemn silence, stillness remains, remnants of life, grief-stricken, abandoned spaces, haunting echoes, somber atmosphere, memories linger, void presence, melancholic solitude, aftermath unfolds, quiet aftermath, emotional remnants, traces of existence
Prompt: In shadowed grottoes still glittering with mysteries untold lurked troglodyte lineages surviving the aeons, tending bioluminescent fungi that illuminated carvings telling of civilizations risen and ruined, vanquished realms now reclaimed by bats and spiders in basalt cathedrals at history's bottom.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Rolling shadows, moonlit contours, mysterious journey. Glistening eyes, nocturnal cascade, enigmatic descent. Ebon waves, secrets unfold. Darkness whispers, silhouette unfolds, nocturnal ballet. Twilight dance, rolling obscurity, unseen mysteries. Shrouded path, enigmatic shadows, perpetual motion in obsidian. Veiled motion, cosmic obscurity, eternal roll in the dark
Prompt: Rolling shadows, moonlit contours, mysterious journey. Glistening eyes, nocturnal cascade, enigmatic descent. Ebon waves, secrets unfold. Darkness whispers, silhouette unfolds, nocturnal ballet. Twilight dance, rolling obscurity, unseen mysteries. Shrouded path, enigmatic shadows, perpetual motion in obsidian. Veiled motion, cosmic obscurity, eternal roll in the dark
Prompt: The Buddha statue faces the camera, and a devout believer kneels in front of the Buddha, with his back to the camera, his eyes closed, and his hands holding rosary beads. Illuminated with a soft, devotional light, it captures the essence of unwavering devotion and rhythmic chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra. pixar disney style
Negative: deformed, ugly, mutilated, disfigured, text, extra limbs, face cut, head cut, extra fingers, extra arms, poorly drawn face, mutation, bad proportions, cropped head, malformed limbs, mutated hands, fused fingers, long neck
Style: Anime
Prompt: prompt:Amidst a wintry landscape by the riverside, the camera gradually moves forward, unveiling a solitary figure dressed in black. This figure stands alone, reminiscent of a desolate ancient assassin. The surrounding trees sway with the wind, their whispered rustling intensifying the overall melancholic ambiance. The aim is to highlight the forlorn existence of the ancient assassin.runner subsurface scattering, 35mm/polaroid, sanguine, celadon, amber, desaturated, faded, dirt corrosion, double exposure, light pollution, aged, scratches, blemishes, torn, burnt, dark green, amber, black, desaturated, cinematic, 24 fps
Negative: low quality, cartoon, anime,3D rendering
Prompt: trees cut down with only the stumps letf, a dried up river and withering flowers, a very depressing atmosphere
Prompt: In the small, desolate town of Raven's Hollow, where the wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, lived a woman named Emily Turner. Tall and slender, with ebony hair cascading down her shoulders like a shroud, Emily had an unsettling beauty that drew people in, yet left them uneasy. Her eyes, an intense shade of obsidian, seemed to hold a darkness that transcended the ordinary. They were windows into a world where nightmares took form, and those who dared to peer into them felt a chill crawl down their spines. Emily's presence, while magnetic, cast a shadow over the town, leaving a residue of unease that lingered long after she passed. No one knew much about Emily's past. She had arrived in Raven's Hollow like a specter, settling into a decrepit Victorian house at the outskirts of town. Locals whispered about strange occurrences in her vicinity — flickering streetlights, the haunting wail of an unseen cat, and the occasional sighting of shadows that moved with a life of their own. Rumors claimed Emily had a collection of antique dolls that lined the shelves of her home. Each doll, with porcelain skin and soulless eyes, seemed to watch anyone who dared to enter. Some said the dolls whispered to Emily in the dead of night, sharing secrets only the darkness could hold. The town's children, warned by their superstitious parents, dared each other to approach her house, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tiptoed past the wrought-iron gate. Emily's attire added to the mystique that surrounded her. She wore long, flowing dresses that seemed to dance with an otherworldly energy as she moved. Black lace adorned her attire, and a silver locket, rumored to contain a lock of her own hair, hung from her neck. Locals spoke of a haunting melody that accompanied her wherever she went, a mournful tune that echoed through the empty streets when the moon hung low in the sky. As the seasons changed, Emily remained an enigma, her presence casting a perpetual gloom over Raven's Hollow. Some whispered that she was a witch, while others believed she was a vessel for the spirits that wandered the town's forgotten corners. Regardless of the rumors, one thing was certain — Emily Turner was a figure of both fascination and fear, a dark specter in a town cloaked in shadows.
Prompt: : dark fantasy art, above the overgrown lawns of the decaying houses, more colossal beings stand in silence, their dominion over this region absolute, In these suburbs where families once are now bom from twisted giant fetuses, There's a sense in these images that the plague of machines has a critical infection and nothing will ever be the same
Negative: ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draft
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: Capture the essence of a young man consumed by darkness, a being whose very presence seems to drain the light from the world. Let his aura of black energy envelop the scene, casting a shadow of despair over the desolate landscape. His piercing obsidian eyes should hold the viewer captive, conveying a depth of anger and anguish that has transformed him into a vessel of pure darkness.
