Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: The body of the dragon is depicted as covered in scales, which are often full of art and mystery. In legend, dragon scales are believed to have magical abilities to withstand flames and protect the dragon itselfDragons' heads are generally distinctive, often bearing the mane of a lion, antlers, bull's ears, and long whiskers. The expressions of the Chinese dragons are usually peaceful and majestic, with few fierce or terrifying expressions. It often presents an ethereal and unique atmosphere, giving a sense of solemnity and mystery
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
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: The mighty forces of nature clashed in a furious battle: a dragon, engulfing the sky in flames, faced Godzilla, the powerful defender of the Earth. Roars echoed and the ground trembled beneath their mighty steps. The dragon unleashed swift streams of fire, but Godzilla, covered in radiant beams, repelled the attacks. In this vast struggle, flashes of lightning and fire created a neon fireworks display. Exhausted, they acknowledged mutual strength and parted ways, leaving behind a battlefield ablaze with fire and brilliance. Calmness once again enveloped the world.
Prompt: The mighty forces of nature clashed in a furious battle: a dragon, engulfing the sky in flames, faced Godzilla, the powerful defender of the Earth. Roars echoed and the ground trembled beneath their mighty steps. The dragon unleashed swift streams of fire, but Godzilla, covered in radiant beams, repelled the attacks. In this vast struggle, flashes of lightning and fire created a neon fireworks display. Exhausted, they acknowledged mutual strength and parted ways, leaving behind a battlefield ablaze with fire and brilliance. Calmness once again enveloped the world.
Prompt: Home is behind, the world ahead And there are many paths to tread Thru shadow, to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow, cloud and shade All shall fade, all shall fade
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: Dragon’s Vigor: Reflecting the spirit and energy of the dragon, symbolizing vitality and enthusiasm for the new year1.
Prompt: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.
Prompt: In this enchanting world, dragons are revered as mystical creatures. Not only do they possess powerful bodies and awe-inspiring abilities, but also great wisdom and knowledge. Through learning and study, dragons grow beyond their physical form, mastering various forms of writing and symbols including ancient runes and magical glyphs.
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Prompt: The image of the Chinese dragon is usually in the shape of a long snake with a rectangular head and a pair of antlers on both sides, symbolizing authority and dignity. The eyes are bright and the pupils are like beads, revealing majesty and wisdom. The mouth opens, revealing sharp teeth, showing great strength. The neck is slender and bends freely, allowing the dragon to flexibly turn its head to observe its surroundings.The body of the Chinese dragon is strong and powerful, and its scales are neatly arranged, protecting its body like armor. There is a row of huge wings on the back, which cover the sky like clouds when spread out, symbolizing the sacredness and majesty of the dragon. The limbs are strong and powerful. The forelimbs are hoof-shaped and the hind limbs are claw-shaped. They are adapted to life on land and in water. The tail is long and thick, with the end curled into a hook shape, symbolizing the dragon's power and dominance.The colors of Chinese dragons are rich and colorful, usually golden yellow, representing royal nobility and authority. At the same time, the dragon's body is also covered with various auspicious patterns, such as cloud patterns, flames, scales, etc., which imply good luck and prosperity. In traditional Chinese culture, the dragon is considered the god of rain, able to call for wind and rain, bringing harvest and happiness.
Prompt: The image of the Chinese dragon is usually in the shape of a long snake with a rectangular head and a pair of antlers on both sides, symbolizing authority and dignity. The eyes are bright and the pupils are like beads, revealing majesty and wisdom. The mouth opens, revealing sharp teeth, showing great strength. The neck is slender and bends freely, allowing the dragon to flexibly turn its head to observe its surroundings.The body of the Chinese dragon is strong and powerful, and its scales are neatly arranged, protecting its body like armor. There is a row of huge wings on the back, which cover the sky like clouds when spread out, symbolizing the sacredness and majesty of the dragon. The limbs are strong and powerful. The forelimbs are hoof-shaped and the hind limbs are claw-shaped. They are adapted to life on land and in water. The tail is long and thick, with the end curled into a hook shape, symbolizing the dragon's power and dominance.
Prompt: You decide to venture down the path to the right, and as your footsteps carry you deeper into the thickets, mist envelops the surroundings. Suddenly, you feel a slight tremor beneath your feet, and a deep roar echoes through the trees. Abruptly, a dragon-like creature emerges from the shadows, emitting a peculiar glow. The forest guardian dragon, named Serethia, looks at you and speaks in the language of humans: \"Brave one, you have entered my domain. I am Serethia, the guardian of this forest. Tell me, what is your purpose for coming here?\"
Prompt: Imperial Wisdom: Dragons are often associated with emperors and power, indicating intelligence and authority1.
Prompt: The devil's breath exudes embers that linger in the air, a testament to the eternal damnation he embodies. As he speaks, the fiery remnants of souls long lost to temptation swirl around him, creating an aura of perpetual torment.
Prompt: dream 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.wings appearing from her back, holding a heart in her hand , blood dripping from the heart.
Prompt: The dragon in Chinese mythology is in the deep sea, with thunder and lightning in the sky, giving people a sense of fear, depression, and terror.
Prompt: conceptual art, music album cover, man with only shorts lost in a forest in the afternoon, gloomy weather
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: A primordial wyrm glided alongside a rumbling waterway, its lengthy, sinuous physique rendered in electric strands of pulsating light woven through the churning currents beneath a charged midnight sky.
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: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
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Prompt: It was almost like someone tried to make an Asiatic dragon, long and sinuous without any way of keeping itself aloft to underline its magical nature, but they only knew about what it should look like secondhand. It was snakelike, but its scales were elongated, not like a snakes, or like the Entity's, but like a thousand canine teeth studding its form.Its head was snake-like in shape, but it didn't have a mouth, just a sucking hole at the front of its muzzle, lined with backwards-reaching tendrils. Down its body ran pair after pair of tiny, T-Rex arms, with long, eagle-like talons at the end of every digit. In two rows down its back were white bone spurs, the tops of which almost seemed ragged, but something glinted just above them, in a way that not even Quinn's creations could detect. An enormous cluster of those spines bunched up around its tail, the air practically shimmering behind it.
Prompt: The dragon dreadnought, a colossal and ancient dragon, breathes fire that can engulf entire landscapes. Its wings stretch across mythical skies, creating shadows that cast mythical realms into awe.
Prompt: Mystic Fire: Referring to the dragon’s breath, it symbolizes transformation and the power to overcome obstacles1.
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: The splendor before my eyes left me breathless, a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes from an ancient tale; tapestries that stretched across three walls depicting tales of heroes long dead. However, as fate would have it, I was thoroughly distracted by the flurry of magic explosions obliterating my vision every time a magic spell hit its target: the dragon. After all, I was a mere human in the company of two magical beings, my companion Galena, a witch, and a fearsome crystal dragon. My presence here was not only an honor but also a grave danger. \"You know what to do, right?!\" Galena shouted at me as she threw another fireball at the dragon's head. I had been tasked with assisting Galena on this quest to save the world from the evil of a dragon. But how could I possibly help
Prompt: The splendor before my eyes left me breathless, a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes from an ancient tale; tapestries that stretched across three walls depicting tales of heroes long dead. However, as fate would have it, I was thoroughly distracted by the flurry of magic explosions obliterating my vision every time a magic spell hit its target: the dragon. After all, I was a mere human in the company of two magical beings, my companion Galena, a witch, and a fearsome crystal dragon. My presence here was not only an honor but also a grave danger. \"You know what to do, right?!\" Galena shouted at me as she threw another fireball at the dragon's head. I had been tasked with assisting Galena on this quest to save the world from the evil of a dragon. But how could I possibly help
Prompt: The splendor before my eyes left me breathless, a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes from an ancient tale; tapestries that stretched across three walls depicting tales of heroes long dead. However, as fate would have it, I was thoroughly distracted by the flurry of magic explosions obliterating my vision every time a magic spell hit its target: the dragon. After all, I was a mere human in the company of two magical beings, my companion Galena, a witch, and a fearsome crystal dragon. My presence here was not only an honor but also a grave danger. \"You know what to do, right?!\" Galena shouted at me as she threw another fireball at the dragon's head. I had been tasked with assisting Galena on this quest to save the world from the evil of a dragon. But how could I possibly help
Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.
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: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: The seasoned warrior decided to prepare for battle against the dragon, ensuring his protection. Gripping his weapon tightly, the veteran stood before the chest, facing the colossal black dragon. The dragon unfurled its wings, letting out a deafening roar as it spewed scorching flames from its mouth towards the warrior. Swiftly sidestepping, the seasoned warrior countered with his sword, slashing through a portion of the dragon's scales. The skirmish was a whirlwind of sparks and roars, with the warrior and the dragon locking horns for a considerable duration. Utilizing the cave's terrain for evasion and counterattacks, the warrior intermittently employed the magical talisman given by the old elf to fend off the dragon's assaults. Ultimately, with a well-timed strike, the warrior managed to incapacitate the dragon, granting the seasoned warrior ample time to claim the magical chest. Upon opening the chest, the veteran beheld a radiant crown inside, the very lost crown the warrior had been relentlessly seeking!
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.
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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: 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: The dragon in Chinese mythology is on the surface of the deep sea, with thunder and lightning in the sky, giving people a sense of fear, depression, and terror.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
