Prompt: A harbinger of the Wild Hunt, he led a ghostly troupe amidst winter's storms, where tempests signaled death.
Prompt: He epitomized the Wild Hunt, guiding a ghostly retinue in winter storms, marking death's advent.
Prompt: A harbinger of the Wild Hunt, he led a spectral retinue during winter, where storms symbolized death associated with Odin
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: \"From the depths of darkness emerged a canine of sinister aura. Its fur, a pitch-black veil, draped around its menacing form, and its eyes burned with an icy, malevolent glare that pierced through the soul. With every snarl, the air thickened, and the ground quivered in fear. This was no mere hound; it was a harbinger of malevolence, a specter of terror, whose presence foretold impending doom.\"
Prompt: In the midst of this apocalyptic battle, Heimdallr would fight fiercely, ultimately meeting his demise as the last god to fall.
Prompt: In the midst of this apocalyptic battle, Heimdallr would fight fiercely, ultimately meeting his demise as the last god to fall.
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: 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: In the hushed light of dusk, the air is permeated with a tense atmosphere. Dampness is suddenly woven into the air, as a harbinger of stunning changes. A heavy shadow spread across the sky, which, like a mask of failure, throws itself on the former harmony of the environment. Suddenly, an unknown restlessness has set out into a storm that unstoppably breaks through the blossoming silence. The sky, which had previously looked like a calm canvas, was now pouring with torrents of rain, as if expressing the same sorrow that was evident in the area below. Amidst the chaos of a blossoming natural flood, there is a sense of unforeseen trouble. The lonely image of the trees, which once stood with dignity, now became a sign of impotence before an unexpected adventure. The land that was once stable now trembles with unexpected difficulties. Nature itself seems to regret, as if whispering a sad melody about what happened. In the very center of the storm stands a lonely figure, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity. However, even their contours conveyed a vulnerability, an awareness that trouble was tightly woven into the fabric of their existence. What was once a pictorial harmony has now turned into a canvas of failures, where every stroke bears the imprint of an unexpected fate.
Prompt: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Prompt: FULL HD, 4K, aerial view, zoomed out, bright colorful natural watercolor, one path/trail splitting into two paths/trails, one path is wide, the other path is narrow, moon in the background
Negative: boring undetailed blurry unfocused
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: in the mountains, the brick-concrete structure of the country style of a beautiful villa, overlooking, the front view of the house, lighting, white wall red tile, three stone small steps, handrails, railings, damp and exquisite large area of bluestone pavement, placed dining table chairs tea set, clear mountains, flower pots, small lawns, soft color, ultra-high definition picture, 18k image quality. --ar 2:3 --v 5.2
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: In the depths of winter's chill,When icy winds blow with a will,The Infernal Winter Caller appears,To summon forth the frozen spheres.With a wave of his darkened hand,He calls forth a winter wonderland,Frost and snow fall in his wake,Creating a shimmering, icy lake.The world around is transformed,Into a frozen, silent dorm,But the beauty is not all it seems,For danger lurks in icy beams.Yet the Winter Caller's power,Is more than just a frozen shower,For in his touch lies a magic spell,That enchants all who dare to dwell.For those who embrace the winter's might,And dance beneath the starry night,Will find a warmth that fills the heart,And a magic that sets them apart.So let the Infernal Winter Caller come,And summon forth the ice and snow,For in his magic lies a joy,That only the brave and bold can know.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The young man was surrounded by a black mist, and the man's demeanor changed to one of extraordinary darkness, and he laughed maniacally as the force excited him.
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: He is kind, cheerful, stellar, But from very distant times Somewhere in the frosty darkness Captivated by monsters.
Prompt: \"In the abyss, a monstrous hound materialized, a manifestation of pure malevolence. Its fur, a swirling vortex of shadowy tendrils, writhed with dark intent. Crimson eyes, ablaze with infernal malice, seared through the night, instilling terror in all who dared to glimpse its form. Each breath was a menacing growl that echoed across realms, an omen of unspeakable dread and unrelenting chaos. This was no ordinary canine; it was the embodiment of wickedness itself, a creature of nightmares.\"
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods.
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: A conversation was a dance of dark secrets and ominous promises, leaving a man with an eerie sense of foreboding that would haunt him long after the encounter ended.
Prompt: A hauntingvision of spectral wisps emerge from articulated bones, ashen armor faintly visible amidst billowing mists. Ethereal emanations swirl around an elongated greatsword gripped by jointed appendages. Silvery fogs drift through gaping sockets of a stark skulls visage. Grayscale tones, tattered velvets flutter, sculpted by ephemeral drafts. In the painterly style of Daniel Egneus, John Bauer, Arthur Rackham. Dreamlike illustration, fantastical rendition, floating among the spiritual realms.
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: Through ruin and encroaching ash, bronzed figures stand eternal amid fallen citadels, their metaled flesh creaking hymns to ages past as new boots trod conquering over vanquished bones long smoothed by sighing sands.
Negative: nudity
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, dramatic effect, cinematic scene, breathtaking scene, unreal world,
Prompt: The shadowy figure, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, lurked in the inky abyss, where whispers of dread danced with the echoes of despair.
Prompt: When her cherished son, Baader, succumbed to nightmares, Frigga beseeched the Nine Realms' denizens to swear against harming him.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: During the fierce battle with the giant forest beast, Evil Wind, Aelia connected with the power of nature and transformed into the guardian of nature.
Prompt: Born of Odin, the king of the gods, and nine sea-dwelling sisters, Heimdallr was destined for a life of watchfulness and divine duty.
Prompt: Born of Odin, the king of the gods, and nine sea-dwelling sisters, Heimdallr was destined for a life of watchfulness and divine duty.
Prompt: Born of Odin, the king of the gods, and nine sea-dwelling sisters, Heimdallr was destined for a life of watchfulness and divine duty.
Prompt: Film: Full frontal shot of a young Chinese girl with short orange hair, big eyes, wearing a sexy orange outfit and carrying an AK47 assault rifle.
Negative: bad hands
Style: Anime
Prompt: After the ancient mythological battle, the scene is one of both awe and devastation. The earth trembles and the sky crackles with residual energy from the epic clash of gods and mythical creatures. The landscape is scarred by the remnants of powerful spells and divine weapons, and the air is heavy with the lingering scent of magic and power. The survivors, both mortal and immortal, roam the battlefield in disbelief, witnessing the aftermath of the cataclysmic conflict that has reshaped the world. The ruins of ancient temples and the scattered remnants of celestial beings serve as haunting reminders of the price paid in the war between gods and titans.
Prompt: There were ten of them. But, if you think about it, in fact, only two people were people: their leader and the old magician. The rest were representatives of other races that inhabited this world. The head of this small detachment was a middle-aged man. His entire appearance clearly spoke of his strength: shining armor, a sharply sharpened sword, runes that at times flashed on his shield and blade - all this created the image of a “hero,” as they now began to call him. It looked somewhat false and somehow strange, especially after what the man and his squad had to go through to get to this place. The rest were not so interesting and rather came with it. And, to be honest, they looked rather faded compared to the hero. They all looked at the man sitting on a terrifying-looking throne. Despite all the stories and rumors about the demon lord, he did not look like a monster. On the throne sat a very young man, whose dark short hair was in complete disarray, and whose regular, aristocratic facial features and light blue eyes caused only bewilderment. Everyone imagined him a little differently. It was strange to associate this man with their main enemy, but the situation indicated that they were not mistaken.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: A majestic entity formed from the Northern Lights, with ethereal tendrils that weave protective shields. It dances across the night sky, a celestial guardian summoned by your call.
Prompt: Alan's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the concealed entrance, his every sense heightened. The warning of the elder elf echoed in his mind, reminding him of the cunning tricks the sprites might employ. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he readied himself. With one hand firmly gripping the vial of shimmering powder and the other clutching the map, Alan cautiously stepped closer to the entrance. As he neared the threshold, he whispered the ancient incantation he had been taught, the words flowing from his lips like a protective melody. The moment was tense, with the forest seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of what would unfold next. Armed with the magical powder and the power of the spell, Alan stood ready to confront the mischievous sprites and retrieve the treasured box for the elder elf.
Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
Prompt: Capture the essence of an ancient warrior, a figure of both power and darkness. Let his weathered body and scarred visage bear witness to the countless battles he has fought, while his long, flowing hair and piercing red eyes hint at an otherworldly presence. The aura of darkness that surrounds him should evoke a sense of dread and menace, while his imposing stature and unwavering gaze command respect and instill fear. As he stands amidst the carnage of the battlefield, his presence should cast a long shadow over the scene, a reminder of the power and darkness that lie dormant within the human spirit.
Prompt: At night, there was a slight drizzle, and on a deserted road, three strangers stared at the male protagonist fiercely.
Prompt: \"Out of the abyss emerged an entity of boundless malevolence—an abomination unseen before. Its form, an ever-shifting vortex of darkness and wretchedness, exuded an aura that devoured light itself. Eyes burning like the pits of eternal damnation, it commanded dread with every glance. Each step it took echoed through the fabric of existence, foretelling an epoch of absolute desolation and unending misery. Its howls, a chorus of infinite suffering, shattered reality itself, promising an eternity of insurmountable evil and unyielding torment. This was not a creature of the mortal realm; it was the eternal embodiment of unquenchable malevolence, the bringer of a darkness that knew no end.\"
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: [With a whispered realization of rebirth, the protagonist feels an unceasing surge of power within.] [He stands amidst the vastness of a vibrant landscape, understanding that this world offers a fresh start, devoid of the pain of the previous existence.] [His determined footsteps echo as he heads toward the distant city, a place of former dominion and impending revenge.] -ar 16:9 --seed 3402537896
Prompt: maximum realism - emerald tree absolute beauty luxury class.HD, 3D photorealism wow magically made with love
Prompt: When he held an ancient book and played chess alone, his thoughts gradually drifted to the world. He took the world as a chessboard, and the temple and the rivers and lakes were all pawns. He was determined to use his power to stir up the storm and fight for justice.
