Prompt: The boundary key is broken in half, \t\tAnd our Father Lenin has shriveled up, \t\tHe's decayed into mold and lime honey, \t\tAnd perestroika is still going on as planned, \t\tAnd all the mud has turned to bare ice.
Prompt: Lenin is standing with chains in his hands, and kneeling at Lenin's feet is a woman tied by chains.
Prompt: Where magma and glaciers meet, the first life of the universe is born, the giant Yumir and the cow Odembra, Odembra licking the salt on the frozen rock, and Yumir feeding on the milk of Odembra.
Prompt: Where magma and glaciers meet, the first life of the universe is born, the giant Yumir and the cow Odembra, Odembra licking the salt on the frozen rock, and Yumir feeding on the milk of Odembra.
Prompt: It was at the convergence of magma and glacier that life first sprouted - the giant Yumir and the cow Odumbra
Prompt: hunger during the siege of Leningrad, the people of Russia are exhausted from hunger, children are dying::3 1800s::3 accent lighting::3 360 panorama::3
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...
Prompt: At night, a cold Arctic. As dusk came, the stars shone in the sky, the moon was bright and full, and there were three thatched Arctic houses on the ice, with bonfires burning beside them, and the people danced around them hand in hand. A snowy Jew
Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining
Prompt: in a lecture theater in moscow university, the students are listening to a lecture delivered by none other than chibi lenin himself!
Prompt: In addition, under the licking of the cow Odembra, Bouli, the ancestor of the Asa gods, appeared in the ice, and Bouli gave birth to Bao, and Bao and the giantess Bestra gave birth to Odin
Prompt: Bones like branches snap; the forest will feed on our mindbending depravity, Stańczyk in the style of tenebrism
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: They shook my hand(((sad Russia, super detail, incredible processing, 8K))) post-apocalypse;
Negative: happy
Prompt: the land will be reborn rich and green again, and the two surviving human beings, Lif þrasir and Lif, will rebuild the world.
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
Prompt: Thunder was hailed as a harbinger of hope for farmers in the cold North, signaling the thawing of ice, awakening of the earth, and prospects for agriculture, making the god of thunder a patron of farmers and the less fortunate
Prompt: Thunder was hailed as a harbinger of hope for farmers in the cold North, signaling the thawing of ice, awakening of the earth, and prospects for agriculture, making the god of thunder a patron of farmers and the less fortunate
Prompt: The saddest Russian military man in the world, who goes to work every day without days off, he is very tired and::
Prompt: The saddest Russian military man in the world, who goes to work every day without days off, he is very tired and::
Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: hunger during the siege of Leningrad, people are exhausted from hunger::3 1800s::3 accent lighting::3 360 panorama::3
Prompt: It was March 1969. When the spring-like days arrived, I impatiently walked along the still sticky road into the country grove. The grove greeted me with the melodious murmur of a stream, rapidly rushing towards a ravine lost in the thicket of bushes and trees. The muddy stream, crashing into the polluted rubble of snow, exposed its lower clean layers, and in this snow-white rim began to look surprisingly elegant
Prompt: The earth, once lush and thriving, is now scorched and bereaved without a chance at surviving, eerie, epoch, Vechnost
Prompt: From heat-flaked alloys drizzled mercury tears that froze to gem her jaw, each cold drop polishing to fine luminance memories older than the marching dead and forever young beneath her vivisected, crystalline panes.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The Red Army, born from the crucible of the Russian Revolution, emerges as a formidable force, a scarlet tide surging across the vast landscapes of history. Clad in crimson, its soldiers embody the revolutionary spirit, their convictions etched in the trenches of ideological warfare. Comradeship pulses through the veins of this colossal entity, where unity transcends mere military structure. Led by visionary commanders, the Red Army stands as a guardian of Soviet ideals, facing the chilling winds of adversity with indomitable resolve. Through the icy expanses of World War II, the Red Army's sacrifices become an immortal saga, eternally painting the annals of courage in shades of revolutionary red.
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Prompt: Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Soapbox house of cards and glass so Don't go tossin' your stones around You must have been high
Prompt: The transparent forest alone turns black, And the spruce turns green through the frost, And the river glitters under the ice
Prompt: The transparent forest alone turns black, And the spruce turns green through the frost, And the river glitters under the ice
Prompt: morbid and obscene mass fun of people at the end of the world in a destroyed and fervent landscape with a scary hellish background from which the Russian army comes
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegrating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Prompt: Living and believing is wonderful! Unprecedented paths lie ahead of us. Astronauts and dreamers say, That apple trees will bloom on Mars!
Prompt: Living and believing is wonderful! Unprecedented paths lie ahead of us. Astronauts and dreamers say, That apple trees will bloom on Mars!
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: the time has come the walrus said to speak of many things, of sailing ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. epicism volumetric fragmented distortionism glittercore
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: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Imagine an image of a half-baked cake with frosting partially applied, capturing the essence of an unfinished dessert. However, the cake undergoes an unexpected transformation, as if someone is pouring broth into the cake batter, symbolizing the abrupt shift from a sweet, celebratory confection to an awkward attempt at soup. The clash of textures and mismatched elements in the image mirrors the jarring transition described in the text, creating a visual representation of the awkwardness and incongruity that arises when a planned outcome takes an unforeseen turn.
Prompt: Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
Prompt: Avin stumbled upon a mysterious gate buried in the ice and snow of Antarctica. He stood before it, fingers tracing the ancient symbols, his expression a mix of curiosity and astonishment.
