Prompt: an image described by: 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: 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: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

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—

Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.

Prompt: My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;

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: Digital infographic business. Abstract hologram hi-tech background. Virtual reality technology innovation. Head-up display interface. Futuristic Sci-Fi glowing HUD circle, dark blue color

Prompt: A sense of foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”

Prompt: A captivating sense of wonder and awe, standing in the foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”

Negative: low detail in depth field

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: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.

Negative: nudity

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: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...

Prompt: Picture this, my friends—farmland rampant with corruption, teeming with foxes in the henhouse. As the sun sets over the barn, I find myself in the midst of a raucous dance, a debauchery of deceit and malicious intent. The air reeks of hypocrisy, mingling with the stench of animal excrement and shattered promises. Fear and loathing permeate the atmosphere as the foxes play their duplicitous game, prey upon the unsuspecting hens of truth and cleave through the fence of justice. The farmyard symphony becomes a cacophony of deranged braying and manic cackling. Amidst this madness, I take up my pen, my typewriter, and vow to expose the sly serpents among the livestock, to chase the foxy rascals of political sedition until they're skewered on the horns of truth.

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: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.

Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.

Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative

Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative

Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative

Prompt: A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time I guess I should take it as a sign (Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why?) I'm feeling lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now, I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

Prompt: A woman with her mouth wide open, dark back ground with red pallete,with the following writings in her face: 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—

Prompt: I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather OUT of myself, as the French would say: I was conscious that a moment’s mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths. ‘Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she’s like a mad cat.’ ‘For shame! for shame!’ cried the lady’s-maid. ‘What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress’s son! Your young master.’ ‘Master! How is he my master? Am I a servant?’ ‘No; you are less than a servant, for you do nothing for your keep. There, sit down, and think over your wickedness.’

Prompt: One by one, the friends succumb to the malevolent force. Capture the harrowing moments as each friend disappears into the darkness, leaving the last survivor paralyzed with fear. Convey the desperation and hopelessness that permeates the scene.

Prompt: \"From the unfathomable depths emerged a being that defied the very concept of malevolence—a spectral hound forged in the crucible of impossibility. Its form transcended comprehension, an ethereal entity that shattered reality's bounds. Eyes aflame with an unholy luminescence, each glance fractured sanity itself. With every ethereal step, dimensions quaked, portending an existence consumed by unattainable horror and indomitable malice. Its howls, a symphony of discordant chaos, reverberated through time and space, heralding an eternity submerged in inconceivable evil and insurmountable darkness. This was not merely a dog; it was an enigma of ineffable evil, an anomaly defying the limits of conceivable malevolence.\"

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: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,

Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.

Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.

Prompt: Dimly dramatic dirges drift through dilapidated districts of days diluvian, where ghostly gatherings gyrate rituals to rouse fading fancies from frames bygone. Lurid lucent lights guide larval legions in libations to lost life and lore of long-lived linages lending their luminosity.

Negative: nudity

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: [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: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth

Prompt: I will feel to the exact extent that I coincide with meaning, to which it ceases to be situated in the objective world and to which it means nothing to me.

Prompt: By all means I should understand, But I cannot seem to keep my hands On that truth that shall be praised, As the one to let us be saved. Dear God, fundamental truth may be granted, But can't my thought be counted? As a right in this world, Where objectivity left me no choice But to blend in such a foist.

Prompt: concept album cover, photo Realistic, masutepiece, Realistic, High contrast, hyper Detailed, Best Quality, 超A high resolution, photo Realistic, High resolution, Detailed, Raw photo, Kyoko Kirigiri, Long hair, Purple hair, Side braid, Blunt bangs, Hair Ribbon, a black ribbon, High collar, Brown tie, Black Motorcycle Jacket, Long sleeves, Black Gloves, Black mini skirt, Pleated skirt,(( Black long boots)), (((Full Shot))), Danganronpa \\(Series\\), Street, Full Shot, Looking at Viewer, White shirt, Woman, (((From below))), Busy city, foreshortening, (Pose Seductive), Looking at Viewer, mad, (eyecontact), japanaese girl,

Style: Craft Clay

Prompt: Create a minimalistic and soft-colored 3D rendering of an astronaut floating serenely in space, inspired by Blender's subtle aesthetics. The astronaut's suit should be rendered in pastel hues, with smooth contours and a matte texture for a modern and stylized appearance. Surrounding the astronaut, depict a series of Bitcoins in an assortment of soft, muted metallic tones, like gold, silver, and pale bronze, gently illuminated by a diffuse light source to enhance the tender color palette. They should be placed in a zero-gravity dance around the astronaut, but keep the design simple and the forms abstract. The background should be a white. The overall lighting should be subtle and diffuse, with no harsh shadows or bright highlights, to evoke a sense of tranquility and minimalism

Style: 3D Model

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: It’s okay to lose yourself for a few days only if you know you will find yourself at the other side. The days could become weeks or even months. Sometimes years, maybe a lifetime. Who are you to set an alarm on a dream.

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: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc

Prompt: she, chaotic catharsis, enigmatic euphoria, pervasive pleasure, patchwork slice and dice dilemmas, tenebrous trepidation, elusive ennui, effervescent exultation, marauding spectral anxieties, quintessential quaternions, resplendent rapture, brooding beauty, inscrutable intrigue, bewildering bliss, melancholic musings, mystic murkiness, ominous obscurity, euphoric enthusiasm, intuitive imagination, ethereal enchantment, captivating curiosity, intriguing incitement, ambiguous animosity, core-shaking, ecstastic enigma, pensive pleasure, luminous lustre, compelling conjunctions, anxious anticipation, hypnotic hysteria, fervent fascination, nostalgic euphoria, tempestuous turmoil, whirring wanderlust, awesome awe, sensationally suspenseful, blistering bliss, chaotic cacophony, devious delights, fearsome frisson, primal urge, cornucopia, and whimsical wanderlust. (headshot, minimalist art deco, vector, isometric, simplified, high contrast, vivid, vibrant)

Prompt: she, chaotic catharsis, enigmatic euphoria, pervasive pleasure, patchwork slice and dice dilemmas, tenebrous trepidation, elusive ennui, effervescent exultation, marauding spectral anxieties, quintessential quaternions, resplendent rapture, brooding beauty, inscrutable intrigue, bewildering bliss, melancholic musings, mystic murkiness, ominous obscurity, euphoric enthusiasm, intuitive imagination, ethereal enchantment, captivating curiosity, intriguing incitement, ambiguous animosity, core-shaking, ecstastic enigma, pensive pleasure, luminous lustre, compelling conjunctions, anxious anticipation, hypnotic hysteria, fervent fascination, nostalgic euphoria, tempestuous turmoil, whirring wanderlust, awesome awe, sensationally suspenseful, blistering bliss, chaotic cacophony, devious delights, fearsome frisson, primal urge, cornucopia, and whimsical wanderlust. (headshot, minimalist art deco, vector, isometric, simplified, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, expressionist)

Prompt: she, chaotic catharsis, enigmatic euphoria, pervasive pleasure, patchwork slice and dice dilemmas, tenebrous trepidation, elusive ennui, effervescent exultation, marauding spectral anxieties, quintessential quaternions, resplendent rapture, brooding beauty, inscrutable intrigue, bewildering bliss, melancholic musings, mystic murkiness, ominous obscurity, euphoric enthusiasm, intuitive imagination, ethereal enchantment, captivating curiosity, intriguing incitement, ambiguous animosity, core-shaking, ecstastic enigma, pensive pleasure, luminous lustre, compelling conjunctions, anxious anticipation, hypnotic hysteria, fervent fascination, nostalgic euphoria, tempestuous turmoil, whirring wanderlust, awesome awe, sensationally suspenseful, blistering bliss, chaotic cacophony, devious delights, fearsome frisson, primal urge, cornucopia, and whimsical wanderlust. (headshot, hyperrealistic, minimalist art deco, vector, isometric, simplified, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, expressionist)