Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!

Negative: deformed, author's signature

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Distant times have come and past it seems that joy can never last, Delving through my darkest thought becomes a nightmare of what I've wrought,How do we know what's good or bad is it times that make us sad ,All the fun joy and glee always end in misery ,It seems the moments that bring us pain chose to leave a lasting stain,Wanna reboot with a fresh new start perhaps this time I'll get a heart.3d digital fantasy art

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!

Negative: deformed, author's signature

Style: Line Art

Prompt: Night comes, I disappear in visionsOver fields and in quiet forestsDissolving in places where there is no timeWhere the wind is in my hairThere is only a moment and it will immediately melt awayIt's easy to missThe silk slips between my fingersAnd now he's very far awayI don't want to go backI knowThat I'm standing in the thunderstorm rainThese dreams are covered with snowAnd the veil loses its smokeThere in the darkness of cold embracesWhere are these worlds born?Pushes me back to realityAnd the lights are getting closer to dawn

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), Close your eyes, touch me, You smell of temptation and honey. The dirt of the fragments of the day will disappear, Nature will strike the gong. The night creeps like a black beast, Vibrating in the moonlight. Scratching at the door, knocking on the window, She's cold alone, cold alone. Caressing the night, touch me, Your name is temptation. Give me More than just love, Give me more than passion That passes like pain. I will burn in the fire, I will burn in you, let me, I can become ashes only by knowing your paradise. - bright colors, dramatic light, photorealistic image of the whole body in the style of fantasy art (wide-angle lens, panoramic:1.2), a beautiful face, portrait, the painting is painted in a soft watercolor style, a woman is depicted in moonlight, her features are flooded with a soft diffused radiance that emphasizes the subtle nuances of her expression. The artist, relying on Sargent's accuracy, captured every delicate contour of her face, the intricacies of her gaze and the cascading strands of her hair. In this mysterious setting, the artist uses da Vinci's skill in the field of shadow and light, creating a seductive game that emphasizes the mysterious aura surrounding the woman, Shadows dance on her features, emphasizing the depth of her gaze and adding a touch of mystery to Yukisakura's composition, very detailed

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: A grotesque parody of the female form writhes, its body a tapestry woven from countless, twisted fingers. Long, slender digits, once instruments of touch, now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Smoke ascended from his nostrils, And a consuming fire came from his mouth; Glowing coals blazed from him. He made the heavens bend as he descended, And thick gloom was beneath his feet. He rode on a cherub and came flying. He swooped down on the wings of a spirit. 11 He then covered himself in darkness, All around him as a shelter, Dark waters and thick clouds. From the brightness before him Hail and fiery coals broke through the clouds. Digital art

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Distant times have come and past it seems that joy can never last, Delving through my darkest thought becomes a nightmare of what I've wrought,How do we know what's good or bad is it times that make us sad ,All the fun joy and glee always end in misery ,It seems the moments that bring us pain chose to leave a lasting stain,Wanna reboot with a fresh new start perhaps this time I'll get a heart.3d digital fantasy art

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: an imposing figure at 6'7\\\\\\\", with a powerful yet subtly toned physique, broad shoulders, and a confident posture. His essence embodies a fire elemental, composed of ethereal white flames that emanate a mesmerizing glow. The absence of eyes and nose adds an enigmatic touch, while a distinctive feature is his large smile, formed by captivating black flames against the backdrop of the white fire. The radiant, flickering skin complements the overall fiery aura. In terms of attire, he opts for a simple yet contrasting style with a black T-shirt and shorts, allowing the brilliance of his elemental form to stand out.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer was on journey and The landscape was a silent witness. He walked among the guardians of the seasons, the towering trees that shed their leaves in autumn and grew them back in spring. Death was defined by the absence of life, the emptiness that filled the air. Fear and wonder were his constant companions, as he searched for a reason to live. Vivacious, Bastardcore, Golden Age of Detective Fiction, close-up portrait

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer was on journey and The landscape was a silent witness. He walked among the guardians of the seasons, the towering trees that shed their leaves in autumn and grew them back in spring. Death was defined by the absence of life, the emptiness that filled the air. Fear and wonder were his constant companions, as he searched for a reason to live. Vivacious, Bastardcore, Golden Age of Detective Fiction, 3D modeling

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer was on journey and The landscape was a silent witness. He walked among the guardians of the seasons, the towering trees that shed their leaves in autumn and grew them back in spring. Death was defined by the absence of life, the emptiness that filled the air. Fear and wonder were his constant companions, as he searched for a reason to live. highly detailed, natural lighting, forest environment, Unreal engine

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: In the realm of beauty, there is a woman who embodies perfection. Her figure is a masterpiece, a symphony of curves and grace that captivates the eye. Her eyes sparkle like stars in the night, reflecting the depths of the ocean and radiating a profound and captivating light. Her lips are painted with a subtle hue, inviting and alluring like the morning dew. But it's not just her face that captivates, her figure is a work of art. Her full breasts are a testament to femininity, captivating hearts with their allure. With every step, she exudes confidence and poise, her graceful movements akin to the ebbing tide. Her silhouette lingers in the mind, a mosaic of beauty that is rare to find. Her hair flows like silk, a mesmerizing river that is a sight to behold. She is a work of art, a celebration of elegance that is woven into the very fabric of beauty itself. In the poetry of life, she is a stanza that stands out, a living, breathing masterpiece that will forever be etched in my mind.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: an imposing figure at 6'7\", with a powerful yet subtly toned physique, broad shoulders, and a confident posture. His essence embodies a fire elemental, composed of ethereal white flames that emanate a mesmerizing glow. The absence of eyes and nose adds an enigmatic touch, while a distinctive feature is his large smile, formed by captivating black flames against the backdrop of the white fire. The radiant, flickering skin complements the overall fiery aura. In terms of attire, he opts for a simple yet contrasting style with a black T-shirt and shorts, allowing the brilliance of his elemental form to stand out.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don’t you take it awful hard’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold minesDiggin’ in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I’ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Overly detailed, convoluted, extravagant, nonspecific, vague artistic direction, conflicting requirements, contradictory elements, lack of creative constraints, unrealistic expectations, excessively intricate, excessively demanding, imprecise vision, unattainable perfection, conflicting visual styles.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: An eldritch entity femine form , a testament to the allure of the feminine. its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension. , now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: There is another wonder in the world: The sea will swell violently, It will boil, it will howl, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, The guy is with them. There is a princess beyond the sea, What you can't take your eyes off: During the day the light of God is eclipsed, At night it illuminates the earth, The moon shines under the scythe, And in the format:

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Underneath the moonlit glow, we find, A symphony of love, our souls entwined. Your laughter, a melody, so kind, In your arms, a sanctuary, we unwind. Through the seasons, our love remains, A canvas painted with joy and gentle strains. Together we dance in life's sweet refrains, Our love, an eternal melody that sustains.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer a symbol of rebirth akin to Lazarus—roams freely. In a realm where purity reigns, he moves beneath the shadow of the cross, a testament to enduring faith and the cycles of nature. Here, the truth of my perception is laid bare, revealing a landscape that transcends the mundane, a tableau of life’s resilience and the sanctity of existence. Serene, Beatnik, Funky Seasons, portrait

Style: Digital Art

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.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: :”In the beginning, when light first appeared from darkness, the universe appeared as a fantastical place, with stars and nebulae and black holes. And strange beings were created. Celestial beings came and went until they found their homes within their solar systems, on planets. What did these beings look like? They knew the many wonders of this place. They were great mystics, show a few of them closeup. So,where did they go? And were they happy?

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Love, like a Love, like a captivating melody, plays the notes of passion, understanding, and companionship. It's not just a destination; it's a thrilling journey where two hearts synchronize in perfect harmony. Buckle up for a rollercoaster of emotions—the exhilarating highs, the comforting lows, and the breathtaking twists that make love a breathtaking adventure.

Style: Digital Art

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: Each evening, shortly after sunset,darkness covers the land.Having mystified thinkers for millennia,the mechanism for this occurrencehas now been identified: migration.Darkness, it has been found, is composedof an almost infinite number of particles,which roost and reproduce up northwhere they have fewer natural enemies:Forest fires, lampposts, lasers, blazing sunlight,torches, candles, lighthouses, limelight, and electricityare relatively rare in the polar regions.

Negative: blurry

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: he shouted that he saw small boats appearing in the sea, then I was even a little late with the signal. Milkh and I agreed that when the boats appeared, I would give him a signal by waving a burning torch, which I had specially wrapped in advance with the rags left over after the people dressed as guards. Everyone was alarmed and instantly prepared to do what I had told them to do before. My torch activated the people of Milch, and even here their screams and cries could be heard. The distance from the fire was quite large; it took us a long time to choose it, doubting that Nat would want to be distracted from the intended landing site

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: He was known as the Lion of Constantinople, a fearsome warrior who wielded a spathion (a long sword) and a spatharion (a short sword) with equal skill. He wore a lamellar cuirass (a type of armor made of overlapping metal plates) and a kremasmata (a long cloak) that fluttered behind him like a banner. He rode a cataphract (a heavily armored horse) that could trample any enemy under its hooves. He was loyal to the Byzantine Emperor and fought for the glory of the Eastern Roman Empire.He faced many challengers in his life, but none could match his prowess in combat. He defeated Franks, Saracens, Bulgars, Normans, and Turks in single combat, earning their respect and fear. He was renowned for his courage, honor, and generosity. He never refused a duel, but he also never killed an opponent who surrendered. He spared their lives and offered them hospitality, hoping to convert them to Christianity.He was the champion of the Byzantine Empire, and his name was Alexios Komnenos. He lived in the 12th century, and he was one of the most successful and influential emperors in Byzantine history. He reformed the army, the administration, and the church, and he restored the empire’s prestige and power. He was also a patron of arts and sciences, and he encouraged the revival of classical learning. He was admired by his subjects and allies, and feared by his enemies. He was a legend in his own time, and his legacy lives on in history.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a human body made entirely of fingers, monstrosity of fingers writhes , human anatomy , a testament to the allure of the feminine. spooky, eerie, unimaginable horror. nightmare demon. Agony fuels its every move, a symphony of silent screams. Beauty and horror collide, a testament to the forbidden. What darkness cradles this finger-woven fiend

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Oh, in the elder magic of ages lost,Two lovers found, at great cost,Life, a dark and quiet king,Death, a bright and wise queen.Their love, a mystery to behold,Of opposites, their hearts enfold,Ebony and ivory in sweet embrace,Their love a haunting, the purest grace.For life, a force of passion deep,Finds solace in death's eternal sleep,And death, in life's enduring flame,Finds peace in love's eternal game.Together they dance, these lost souls,In a world of shadows and ghouls,Their love, a testament to the macabre,A beacon shining, a lover's sabre.For where life and death doth intertwine,A beauty of darkness, so divine,In hues of ebony and ivory,A love that's true and never weary.So let us marvel at this sight,Of life and death in sweet delight,In the elder magic of ages gone,Where love and darkness doth enthrone.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: green mushrooms, solar panels, wind turbines, skyscrapers, sustainable, ultra detailed.

Style: Cinematic

Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: When the melody of the soul plays, we are immersed in that heart-pounding time

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: In the depths of night, when hope fades fast,And shadows crawl where light once shone,Appears a crimson ghost, its magic cast,To reignite the flame that long has gone.Its eyes ablaze like coals of fire,A cloak that drapes in endless flow,It conjures secrets to inspire,And makes the heart with hope aglow.This ghostly figure shuns the day,And defies the rules of mortal law,It whispers secrets with a sway,That fills the void with eerie awe.The magic of this spectral host,Is in its crimson blood-like hue,That sends a chill down to the bone,And makes the heart beat black and blue.So when the darkness threatens to consume,And fear and doubt threaten to reign,Call forth the ghost with crimson plume,To light the way and break the chain.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: https://discord.com/channels/1176084902752550932/1176084902752550935/1176166458913468467

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: In a distant land of myth and lore,Where ancient tales are told once more,There lived a wise and powerful Sage,Whose magic flowed like a fiery blaze.The Bronze Sage, they called her then,For her skin was brown like burnished tin,And her eyes glowed with a golden light,That shone like the sun, so warm and bright.Her wisdom was vast, her knowledge deep,And through her spells, she could make hearts leap,For she had the power to heal and mend,And the gift to guide lost souls to the end.Her magic flowed like a mighty stream,And those who sought her guidance, could only dream,Of the strength and courage she bestowed,And the peace of mind that forever glowed.The Bronze Sage, a master of the art,Could bend reality with her powerful heart,And through her words, she could create,A world of wonder and endless fate.For she knew the secrets of the universe,And the mysteries that lay beyond the hearse,And in her presence, all would see,The great magic of the Bronze Sage, free.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: A Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, stands At Prudence’s Fall, where wisdom once stood, Fool’s gold glimmers, a deceptive good. Nothing left but echoes of the past, A haven vast. Emptiness unobstructed, a clear view, A landscape stark, yet somehow true. Magnificent, Cyberghetto, Frutiger Aero, portrait

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: In ancient times, when kings fought wars,There was a lady, beautiful and without equal,Whose magic performed great deeds,A divine power beyond the mortal world.The Virgin Lady of Ivory, pure and chaste,With blood and tears, her magic intertwined,And all who came to her marvelled,For kingdoms rose and fell to the sound of her singing.Her beauty was a jewel to behold,Her grace and power, something to be worshipped,Those who knelt before her,Her presence was to be treasured forever.With just one word, she made the heavens split,And all the world heard her call,For in her magic was the power to reinvent,She made the greatest nations crumble.So let's sing the glories of the Ivory Virgin,Of the Great Magic she brings with her,For in her presence, thrones rise and fall,And the world becomes grander and more inimical.In her blood and tears, magic was embedded,A divine grace, beyond human comprehension,And all who saw their beauty bowed down,They bowed, lords, servants, all, in her sovereign presence.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, the gods should be gently guided through the spiritual path along and give the child the spiritual qualities neededDevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels from the sky with no represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, god-like action of judgement and judgement, 8k,DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, worship, reflection, worship, emotional, chaos and suffering. It is thought that the divineDevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, cosmic desires, high definition, ultra realistic --ar 16:8DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels + symmetry + depth + volumetric lighting --ar 9:16DevilsIt represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a player, portrayed as a confident and imaginative individual, is standing tall with a determined expression. In contrast, the game is represented as a smaller, obedient creature or entity at the player's feet, showcasing a servile demeanor. The player is seen guiding this smaller game entity, holding the reins or directing its actions. The size and body language of the elements in the image emphasize the player's dominance and control over the game, reinforcing the idea that the game serves as a tool for the player's creative expression and choices.

Negative: watermark, text, out of frame, signature, tiling, worst quality, low resolution, low quality, grainy, logo, blurred, cropped

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Picture a sexy witch with a sinister and mysterious appearance. tight exposing attire with exposed skin, adorned with magical symbols and intricate patterns, contribute to her enigmatic aura. Surround the witch with mesmerizing flames, casting an eerie glow on her face. The flames dance with otherworldly colors, creating an enchanting and ominous atmosphere. Utilize dramatic lighting to accentuate the contrasts and shadows within the composition. The interplay of light and darkness adds depth and intensity

Style: Digital Art

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 by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Style: Digital Art