Prompt: I am a woman who lives alone. I live in the mountains and forests. I eat organic vegetables and stare into the distance in a daze.
Prompt: I am a woman (African) living alone, living in the mountains and forests, eating organic vegetables and staring into the distance in a daze.
Prompt: I am a woman who lives alone (Asian face), living in the mountains and forests, eating organic vegetables, staring into the distance in a daze,
Prompt: I am an excellent boy, at the top of the mountain, eating organic vegetables and looking into the distance
Prompt: Suddenly, without much introduction, beautiful and complex, she appeared, spoke, she was from the world of imagination, indescribably beautiful, wide, black eyes, soft skin, a white heart, a depressing environment, and another person who was confused by what he saw, too, with a broken heart, talking from a window overlooking many mountains. A long conversation from sunset until midnight
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: a girl. In the realm of why, I question and try, To understand life's mysteries that make me cry.
Prompt: A girl was in a cave on the top of a very high mountain, below where were many people beating stones rhythmically, which is like a sacrificial activity.
Prompt: A girl was in a cave on the top of a very high mountain, below where were many people beating stones rhythmically, which is like a sacrificial activity.
Prompt: In the realm of verses, where words dance in rhyme, A canvas of beauty, transcending space and time. A woman, full-breasted, like ripe fruits on a tree, Nature's poetry, a sensual symphony. Her bosom, a landscape, with curves and peaks, A celebration of femininity, the heart speaks. Silken contours, a gentle rise and fall, Eloquent whispers, a poetic call. In the tapestry of desire, where passion ignites, Her breasts, like moons, casting alluring lights. Soft and yielding, a haven to explore, A symphony of sensations, an eternal encore. With every heartbeat, a rhythmic refrain, Her essence, a sonnet, a love-struck terrain. Full and abundant, a goddess in bloom, A masterpiece of desire, dispelling all gloom. So, in the poetic realm, let words unfold, Describing beauty, in verses untold. A woman, resplendent, in every way, A poem of passion, to brighten the day.
Prompt: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
Prompt: Standing amid the peaks, he overlooks a landscape of a thousand hills and valleys, the scene before him surreal and dreamlike. Wisps of mist gently sway, distant peaks appearing faintly as if painted on a tranquil canvas. A gentle breeze carries a subtle fragrance of flowers, immersing him in the calm and mystery of nature. Between these vast mountain ranges, he feels a profound serenity, his heart dancing with the swirling mists as if traversing the summits of these peaks.
Prompt: Escape into the mountains, where the forests are lush, the sun shines on the sky, cicadas chirp, the snow and ice begin to melt, and there are waterfalls in the distance, and the breeze is quiet
Prompt: A Zen master who lived in a thatched hut in the mountains went for a walk in the forest one night.
Prompt: Nature would be the best way to connect with God, there he could witness divine magic happening in real time. Little Boy escaped the distractions of the city and went to live in a village in the forest.
Prompt: Lily's window is her favorite place. She likes to sit there, gazing at the distant mountains and stars. She dreams of one day having a special person walk into her life.
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: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: \"Only because I was abducted and taken into the mountains during my childhood, I haven't seen the world.\"
Prompt: So, she was called Tatiana. Nor the beauty of his sister, Nor the freshness of her rosy It would not attract the eyes. Wild, sad, silent, How timid is the doe of the forest, She's in her own family Seemed like a stranger girl.Realism, photography.
Prompt: With a flicker of curiosity, the young woman embarked on a journey to unlock her own wild and untamed spirit, embracing her inner freedom and venturing into uncharted territories as she discovered the hidden depths within herself.
Prompt: My beloved,She has never seen a cloud,Her eyes are the color of clear skies,She always looks at me, Forever, looking,Never will she suddenly turn away.
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: A girl was in a cave on the top of a very high mountain. There were many people below the montain, beating stones rhythmically, which is like a sacrificial activity.
Prompt: her face was a rictus with assorted other parts. she travelled far and wide. the birds often followed. (best quality, breathtaking, uhd)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: \"In the midst of the serene farmland, where the gentle rustling of crops harmonized with the whispering breeze, she stood with an air of tranquility. The sun painted the sky in warm hues, casting a golden glow upon the landscape. Unfazed by the ordinary, her singular focus was on the rare mineral cradled in her hands. The earth beneath her feet exuded a quiet strength, mirroring the peaceful essence of the scene. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, delved into the intricacies of the rare mineral. Each facet told a tale of geological wonder, a hidden treasure waiting to be deciphered. The farmland, a canvas of muted greens and earthy browns, seemed to embrace the moment, creating a sanctuary of calm. In this suspended moment, chaos and disturbance were mere whispers in the wind, unable to breach the shield of tranquility that enveloped her. The ordinary elements of the farmland became extraordinary in this focused pursuit. The hands that cradled the mineral possessed both delicacy and determination, navigating the fine line between curiosity and expertise. As she stood there, the farmland bore witness to a unique fusion of nature's simplicity and the complex beauty of rare minerals. It was a tableau frozen in time, a testament to the extraordinary discoveries that could emerge from the heart of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: A woman with her mouth wide open, with the following writings in her mouth: 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: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: My temple 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,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: My temple 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,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: A glimmer of hope shone through the weary eyes of the young woman as she gazed longingly towards the distant horizon, her soulful expression rendered through the lens of a lomographic camera in a moody monochrome palette awakened feelings of nostalgia, longing and better days yet to come.
Prompt: A young girl，dressed in [color/style] clothes，walking in the forest，In the forest，sunlight filters through the leaves and shines on the ground， and the girl's footsteps make a rustling sound on the fallen leaves，The girl smiles and enjoys the beauty of nature，Birds sing in the branches, and a stream flows between the stones.The overall tone of the picture is [warm/cold], creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere，
Prompt: Farmland: A vast, serene expanse of cultivated land, surrounded by nature's beauty. Peaceful: Calm and undisturbed, with a soothing atmosphere. Studying: Engaged in a deep and concentrated examination of a subject. Rare: Uncommon, exceptional, not easily found or encountered. Mineral: A naturally occurring inorganic solid with distinct properties. Hands: The focus is on the hands, indicating direct interaction and examination.
Prompt: High atop a mist-covered mountain, nestled in a quaint village, lived a little girl named Lila. Her world was simple, surrounded by the towering peaks and the warmth of her small community.
Prompt: High atop a mist-covered mountain, nestled in a quaint village, lived a little girl named Lila. Her world was simple, surrounded by the towering peaks and the warmth of her small community.
Prompt: On a sunny afternoon, Eddie and Lily decided to take a walk together in the small garden on the mountain. The mountain wind blew their hair, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on the path. Lily suddenly stopped and looked at the distant mountains and rivers. She whispered, \"Eddie, our love is like this mountain, high, firm, and beautiful. Will you accompany me to climb this mountain?\"
Prompt: Visualize a dynamic scene capturing the essence of a 'Super Game.' On the left, a radiant computer emanates a pulsating aura, symbolizing its digital prowess. On the right, a human figure exudes strength and confidence, striking a superhero pose with muscular arms raised in classic grandeur. The human's eyes gleam with determination, dressed regally as a king or a formidable superhero, adorned with gold accents reflecting wealth. Their attire exudes wisdom and power, complemented by a gleaming smile. Electrifying arcs bridge the computer and human, signifying a profound connection. This imagery encapsulates a game's transformative power, shaping lives to the extent of becoming a lifestyle, vocation, or life's focal point.
Prompt: A girl was in a cave on the top of a very high mountain, and there were many people below the montain, beating stones rhythmically, which is like a sacrificial activity.
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
