Prompt: You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
Prompt: You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
Prompt: generate an image for a YouTube channel that deals with dark love and psychology trick with the name Obsidian Hearts engraved on the picture
Prompt: In a secluded chamber, a figure with twilight-woven hair is surrounded by a dance of bioluminescent lilies, conceptualized by Alan Lee and brought to life with the detailed realism of Craig Mullins. John Howe's dynamic lighting casts dramatic shadows, creating a ballet of color and form. (subterranean symphony:1.1)
Negative: inertia, starkness, simplicity.
Prompt: As I ventured further into the forgotten mansion, a haunting figure materialized, its mask an unfeeling, metallic surface that mirrored the abyss of its soul, hinting at the horrors that dwelled behind its emotionless facade
Prompt: best quality, masterpiece, highres, original, extremely detailed wallpaper, perfect lighting,(extremely detailed CG:1.2) A boy, (sun), outdoors, male focus, black hair, solo, sky, (both hands up:1.2), mountain, (cloudy), jeans, denim,shoes,dog beside boy's foot, tree, from behind,scenery, white footwear, standing, short hair, day, blue jacket, sneakers, (rock:0.9),jacket,blue sky, bright,(grass:1.1),rolls up his sleeves,green fields, crystal-clear rivers,farmhouse from distance,kitchen smoke,
Negative: bad face, bad anatomy, bad proportions, bad perspective, mutated hands and fingers, more than five fingers, lowres, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, low quality lowres disfigured, low quality lowres malformed, low quality lowres mutated, low quality lowres anatomical nonsense, low quality lowres text font ui, low quality lowres error, low quality lowres malformed hands, low quality lowres long neck, low quality lowres blurred, low quality lowres lowers, low quality lowres low res, low quality lowres bad proportions,extra fingers, fewer fingers, strange fingers, bad hand,(EasyNegative:1.2), text, username, extra fingers,fewer fingers, long body,(lake),riding,
Prompt: Always felt invisible. No one cared to watch me grow. Spent my life inside a house full of ghosts. And Every night was a nightmare. If I cried I was met with a cold stare. Hated every second in this broken home.
Prompt: The last remaining survivor faces the entity, trapped and surrounded by the suffocating darkness. Describe the climactic confrontation as the entity's icy fingers close in, and the whispers reach a deafening crescendo.
Prompt: The last remaining survivor faces the entity, trapped and surrounded by the suffocating darkness. Describe the climactic confrontation as the entity's icy fingers close in, and the whispers reach a deafening crescendo.
Prompt: As I descended deeper into the cryptic catacombs, an eerie presence manifested, its mask an emotionless, pale facade, like a void that sucked the warmth from the air, foreshadowing the relentless dread lurking beneath its lifeless visage
Prompt: If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly.
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: 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: Frost Harionago,As white flakes touch the ground, chills would engulf the people of the Iceborn town. Enduring a hundred winters, they have weathered, yet not a hundred souls lost in bitter. For the innocence of the snowy plains lies a hidden horror.Concealed in plain sight, in the far stretches of pure white field, lurks the long-haired wraith— the Frost Harionna. She, appearing on the first day of cold, heralds the disappearance of many. Her pale milk hair, tipped in thorns, seamlessly blends in the hail, preying on men and only men.For, once upon the first snow, Harrionago suffered unspeakable violation at the hands of men. She was bound, mutilated, and even forced to smile until her demise. Reborn as a specter of malice, men of today would be heir to her vengeance. They would inherit the sin and terror upon returning her gaze, grinning to their end. By Patrick ganas
Prompt: As I ventured into the desolate, abandoned factory, a chilling apparition materialized, its mask a featureless, expressionless visage, devoid of humanity, offering no hint of the unspeakable horrors it concealed in its soulless existence
Prompt: An image of a person who changes from snowflakes into a person. He was wrapped in white ice and snow, as if his blood vessels were also covered by ice and snow. Although this person has gone through the baptism of snow, his appearance is so beautiful, like a sculpture.
Prompt: Late at night, inside the cathedral, the moonlight shone through the windows on the floor, forming deep shadows, the air here seemed to be frozen, filled with a weird atmosphere, the scene demanded a horror thriller
Negative: low quality face, bad art, low quality anatomy, bad proportions, gross proportions, crossed eyes, ugly, bizarre, poorly drawn, poorly drawn face, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn limbs, poorly drawn fingers, out of frame, body out of frame, deformed, disfigured, mutation, mutated hands, mutated limbs. mutated face, malformed, malformed limbs, extra fingers,
Prompt: In ancient Europe, on the Christmas night, snow was falling gently, and the snowflakes fluttered down onto the streets. Illuminated by street lamps, they appeared exquisite and enchanting. It gave a surreal feeling, as if one were transported to a magical world.
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: 🎶 If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly. 🎶
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
Prompt: On that snowy morning, the entire world was covered in a thin layer of snow, as if meticulously depicted as a pure and flawless painting. Tiny snowflakes were scattered in the sky, shining like tiny diamonds in the sunlight. The trees on both sides of the street, with their branches covered in snow like cotton, looked like they were dressed in winter attire. Every tree has become a sculpture of snow, unique and beautiful. Snowflakes fell on the ground, forming a thin white blanket. Stepping on it made a creaking sound, as if telling a winter story. Deep in the alley, children were laughing and making snowmen, having snowball fights. Their faces were red from the cold wind, but their eyes were filled with joy. This scene makes people feel that even in the cold winter, they can still find warm happiness. The windows of every household were steaming hot, as people were cooking hot breakfast. Adults are busy, children are playing, and this peaceful town wakes up in the morning after snow, showcasing a different kind of tranquility and warmth
Prompt: t was a young woman, about 20 years Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face, so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eyes sockets, and she had no nose to her face.
Prompt: Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze, and winter has snow
Prompt: I can show you how you see this world, how you feel about the past you can't remember and the reality you can't recognize.
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: Winter blankets the world in a serene stillness. The air, crisp and biting, carries the scent of pine and wood smoke. Nature, adorned in a glistening coat of snow, transforms into a monochrome masterpiece. Trees stand as silent sentinels, their bare branches etched against the wintry sky. A hushed calm envelops the landscape, broken only by the occasional crunch of snow underfoot. The sun, a distant orb, casts long shadows over the frosted ground. Frozen lakes mirror the ethereal beauty above, their surfaces gleaming like polished glass. Chimneys exhale wisps of smoke, signaling the warmth within cozy homes. Winter's embrace invites a contemplative solitude, where time seems to pause amidst the delicate dance of snowflakes. In this seasonal tableau, the world rests beneath a quilt of quiet splendor, inviting reflection and appreciation for the stark beauty that only winter can bestow.
Prompt: Winter blankets the world in a serene stillness. The air, crisp and biting, carries the scent of pine and wood smoke. Nature, adorned in a glistening coat of snow, transforms into a monochrome masterpiece. Trees stand as silent sentinels, their bare branches etched against the wintry sky. A hushed calm envelops the landscape, broken only by the occasional crunch of snow underfoot. The sun, a distant orb, casts long shadows over the frosted ground. Frozen lakes mirror the ethereal beauty above, their surfaces gleaming like polished glass. Chimneys exhale wisps of smoke, signaling the warmth within cozy homes. Winter's embrace invites a contemplative solitude, where time seems to pause amidst the delicate dance of snowflakes. In this seasonal tableau, the world rests beneath a quilt of quiet splendor, inviting reflection and appreciation for the stark beauty that only winter can bestow.
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: Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity, bed, sleep
Prompt: Underneath her skin and jewelry, hidden in her words and eyes is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell. Trembling at the thought of feeling. Wide awake and keeping distance. Nothing seems to penetrate her. She's scared as hell.
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
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: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
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: you hope lies in your spark, like candles in the dark, guide me with your heart, you caught me by surprise, blink of your eyes, light the colour in the sky
Prompt: The snowflakes falling out of the window at night, as well as the lights, are so quiet in this town
Prompt: In this winter's check-in season, I discovered an extraordinary miracle in the midst of simplicity. Strolling along the snowy path, I eagerly embarked on the journey back home. Despite the biting cold wind, the inner yearning overshadowed the chill. It was a season filled with magic, where the winter's chill couldn't dampen people's longing for home. On the way home, I noticed a dazzling starry sky. The myriad stars in the sky twinkled, as if narrating the warmth of home. This particular star seemed to possess a kind of magic, guiding lost souls to find the way back home. As I approached my hometown, the brilliance of the stars intensified. I couldn't help but stop and gaze, overwhelmed with emotions. This star became the guiding light for my journey back home, illuminating the path ahead. Finally, I stepped onto the familiar soil of my hometown. Family members were already waiting at the doorstep, their smiles resembling the warmth of a winter sun, thawing my cold heart. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival permeated the air, and the tantalizing aroma of the meticulously prepared New Year's Eve dinner wafted through the surroundings. However, what moved me the most was not just the warmth of my family but the revelation behind the guiding star. As I shared the magical tale of the star with my family, they disclosed an unexpected secret. The star was a collectively lit \"Homecoming Star.\" To help me find my way back home, they released a dream into the night sky every evening. In this winter's check-in season, I personally experienced the greatness within the ordinary. The \"Homecoming Star\" became the coziest check-in spot in my heart, not only brightening the night sky but also illuminating the journey back home. Under this radiant starry sky, I learned gratitude and appreciation. This profound sense of touch will accompany me through a warm Spring Festival, becoming the most beautiful chapter in my homecoming story.
Prompt: Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity
Prompt: winter silence like that buriedtranscarpathian winethat turns into pink-cheeked dragons into pink-cheeked dragonsthat with every sip make the brain trembling and uncertainthe silence smells of loneliness and despaircats and air raidsscares with the emptiness in the souland the darkness of the silent staircasesilence my sister
Prompt: someday you came to me and I knew you were the one. You were the one i was dreaming all my life. When is dark you are my light
