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: 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: 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: 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: 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: I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

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: ((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: 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: 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: 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: Lights go out and I can't be savedTides that I tried to swim againstHave brought me down upon my kneesOh, I beg, I beg and plead, singingCome out of things unsaidShoot an apple off my headAnd a trouble that can't be namedA tiger's waiting to be tamed, singingYou are, you areConfusion never stopsClosing walls and ticking clocksGonna come back and take you homeI could not stop that you now know, singingCome out upon my seasCursed missed opportunitiesAm I a part of the cure?Or am I part of the disease? SingingYou are, you areYou are, you areYou are, you areAnd nothing else comparesOh, nothing else comparesAnd nothing else comparesYou are, you areHome, home where I wanted to go,

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: 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: 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: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. highly detailed, natural lighting, forest environment, Unreal engine

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. gloomy, Clockpunk, graffitti, upper body shot

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. gloomy, Clockpunk, graffitti, Rigging

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. gloomy, Clockpunk, graffitti, Rigging

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: As night falls and mist envelops the landscape, set the scene of the wanderer continuing their journey under the stars. Capture the beauty of the night sky diffused through the mist and the indifferent darkness. Explore the traveler's contemplation of the world's transformation, each step guided by the soft glow of moonlight and the distant shadows cast by mysterious structures.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer emerges, its silhouette etched against the stark beauty of this continuum. As twilight fades into the hours of night—a landscape locked in minus celsius embrace. The world sleeps, but life persists in its carefree dance, undeterred by the frost Radiant, Christmas, Laser Printed, High contrast

Style: Digital 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: Holding on to broken dreams:1.3 transcending time by fickle means:1.5 patterned worms with yellow veins:0.5 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:1.1 withered petals turning red:1.8 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.5

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: In the stillness of the night,While the moon shines,A fallen blade lies on the ground,Waiting for its wielder.Its steel shimmers in the light,A power that could incite a fight,But in the hands of the chosen,Its magic can make dreams possible.With a swing and a turn of the wrist,The blade unleashes a magical spin,An explosion of energy that lights up the air,Leaving all who see it in awe and wonder.The blade sings a melody of power,A song that echoes for hours,Its magic is unrivalled,A true marvel, rare and fair.Through battles fought and won,The blade shines like the sun,Its magic never fades or loses its lustre,A treasure that soothes the heart.So answer his call and take his hand,For the magic of the blade of the fallen moon,Is a marvellous thing to understand,And a power that should never fade.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: I essentially do the work of multiple complex fields alone so my progress is slow and I don’t know who could help me nor do I have any easy means to make it up for them. I feel it's impossible to get anyone onboard for a complex long-term project unless I have money to pay them with or a functioning prototype as a shining beacon of potential to show them and get them enticed that way. Problem is, said prototype for the particular game design I do still require an advanced framework so I can’t just push one out that easily.

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

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: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer roamed, a solitary stranger weaving through the remnants of a once vibrant world, surrounded by the haunting echoes of the dead. In a desolate wasteland, Amidst the deconstructing destruction, the hellion sought meaning in the silence, a spectral dance of survival and decay. Serene, Cyberparadism, low angle, Unreal Engine rendering

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: dark fantasy art, above the overgrown lawns of the decaying houses, more zombie wolf colossal beings stand in silence, their dominion over this region absolute, In these suburbs where families once are now bom from twisted giant fetuses, There's a sense in these images that the plague of machines has a critical infection and nothing will ever be the same`Negative: `ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draft`

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:0.5 transcending time by fickle means:0.8 patterned worms with yellow veins:1.8 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:0.5 withered petals turning red:1.5 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.8

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Oh, no, I seeA spider web is tangled up with meAnd I lost my headAnd thought of all the stupid things I'd saidOh, no, what's this?A spider web and I'm caught in the middleSo I turned to runAnd thought of all the stupid things I'd doneAnd I, I never meant to cause you troubleAnd I, I never meant to do you wrongAnd I, well, if I ever caused you troubleAnd oh, no, I never meant to do you harmOh, no, I seeA spider web, and it's me in the middleSo I twist and turnBut here am I in my little bubbleSinging that I never meant to cause you troubleI never meant to do you wrongAnd I, well, if I ever caused you troubleOh, no, I never meant to do you harmThey spun a web for me,

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: a lone female knight, an antihero burdened by the weight of life lost, trod through the solemn ground, Beneath the sullen sky, an hourglass stood as a silent witness to a desolate landscape, surrounded by a haunting stillness that whispered tales of all of the same blood. magical, Dark Fantasy, long shot, Octane rendering

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: I just wanted to love and nothing more, heart-wrenching composition, digital painting, (expressionism:1.1), (dramatic, gloomy, emotionally profound:1.1), intense and brooding dark tones, exceptionally high quality, high-resolution, leaving an indelible and haunting impression on psyche, unforgettable, masterpiece

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: a slender young man （around 20, dressed plainly yet neatly, exudes determination and yearning in his deep gaze, showcasing unwavering strength amid life's pressures.） enters the house, and a suffocating atmosphere fills the air. His mother's frail figure leans on the bed, her pale face expressing helplessness.

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: a human body made entirely of fingers, , a testament to the allure of the feminine. human anatomy , monstrosity of fingers writhes 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: 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: 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: 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: When the moon turns blood red and the cries of wolves can be heard echoing throughout the land, a young woman must be sacrificed to appease the ancient god who lays dormant under your village. Otherwise, this being from a time before men will rise and decimate the world. You wake up in the middle of the night to find the villagers binding your hands and feet before dragging you out of your bed. You have been chosen as the next sacrifice. Although you beg for your life, the villagers ignore your pleas for mercy. You are carried to the pit, a chasm where, deep within, the beast resides. As you are held over the pit, with a void of pure darkness beneath you and sulfur permeating your nostrils, you realize that you will have but one chance to escape. You wrench your head to one side and whisper an incantation to a villager who is holding you. He places you gently on the ground and walks over to another villager to whisper the same spell into that villager's ear before walking into the pit. The second villager whispers into the ear of another villager, walks to the pit, and falls in as well. The pattern repeats over and over again as one by one the confused mob sacrifices themselves. Finally, you are by yourself, tied up on the edge of a pit with an angry ancient god digesting an unvirginal meal that he never wanted.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: There's a magical place with enchanted trees secrets hide within their leaves, tiny faeries fly around quietly moving without a sound, glowing patches of cosmic grass light the way for those who pass, it's a balanced ecosystem in this magic place where spirits come and go without a trace, iridescent ferns with glitter leaves tiny mice the size of rice, in this place you feel bliss the world around you will not miss

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Introduce a solitary wanderer navigating through the remnants of civilization, shrouded in mist and darkness. Describe their weathered appearance, and delve into the emotions evoked by the traveler's exploration of a forgotten gas station, where every step is guided by the dim glow of a flickering flashlight.kness.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: As night falls and mist thickens, incorporate the unsettling presence of the broken, creepy humanoid robot in the traveler's journey. Describe the flickering lights emanating from its fractured shell, casting eerie reflections in the mist. Explore the silence interrupted only by the traveler's footsteps and the distant hum of malfunctioning machinery.

Style: Digital Art