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: 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: 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: Pixel 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: Photographic

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: ((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: :”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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 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: 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: 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: A desolate wasteland stretches out before her, the frozen tundra of Siberia. a lone figure stands, clad in the iconic gear of a s.t.a.l.k.e.r.. A mourning star glints in the dim light, a symbol of her resilience in the face of the harsh environment. magical, Dark Naturalism, Goblin Academia, wide shot,

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Introduce a lone wanderer navigating through the mist-shrouded remnants of civilization, where the broken, creepy humanoid robot stands as a silent guardian. Describe the traveler's cautious steps, the mist playing tricks with shadows, and the unsettling presence of the mechanical sentinel, its eyes flickering dimly in the darkness.

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: 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 hauntingly beautiful landscape stretches out before him, the remnants of an ordinary extinction. The s.t.a.l.k.e.r. feel drawn to explore, even as he know that danger lurks behind every corner. As he ascend to 10000 feet, he cant shake the feeling that this place will stay with him forever. chaotic, Beatnik, Inkjet Printed, long shot

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful landscape stretches out before him, the remnants of an ordinary extinction. The s.t.a.l.k.e.r. feel drawn to explore, even as he know that danger lurks behind every corner. As he ascend to 10000 feet, he cant shake the feeling that this place will stay with him forever. chaotic, Beatnik, Inkjet Printed, long shot

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Planetary deflagration:1.8 absolute zero:0.5 time does not exist in this realm:0.5 galactic nebula:1.8 vertical compression:0.8 coalescing bodies:1.1 supernova:1.5 let there be light:0.8 turmoil divided by chaos:0.5

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: A female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, roam this borderless land, seekers of the arcane and rare, They sift through the echoes of parallel lives, in an interdimensional affair. Each discovery a piece of the puzzle, a story waiting to be told, In the interdimensional summit’s embrace, where mysteries unfold. Explorer In a realm where dimensions converge, a summit stands grand and tall, A nexus of worlds, a meeting of minds, where the curious come to call. “One” echoes through the cosmic halls, a mantra of unity and grace, A reminder that in this vast expanse, every soul has its place. The landscape breathes with memories, repeating yesterday’s silent song, Where time loops in an endless dance, and moments stretch long. A ghost never fades in this spectral light, its presence forever cast, A whisper of what once was, in a future that mirrors the past. magical, Angelcore, Matte Painting, low angle

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful landscape stretches out before him, the remnants of an ordinary extinction. The s.t.a.l.k.e.r. can't help but feel drawn to explore, even as he know that danger lurks behind every corner. As he ascend to 10000 feet, he cant shake the feeling that this place will stay with him forever. chaotic, Beatnik, Inkjet Printed, long shot

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: In the abandoned wasteland of Zaton, the captives of humanity wander, their heads down in despair. The eerie silence broken only by the distant sound of a s.t.a.l.k.e.r. approaching. Will they finally break the ice and find freedom, or will they remain trapped in this post-apocalyptic world. Powerful, Christmas, Goblincore, Analog photography

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: The sky was ablaze with a thousand suns, each one a unique and vibrant color, casting a warm glow over the peaceful landscape below. The air was still and quiet, as if the world was holding its breath in awe of the magnificent sight. As female s.t.a.l.k.e.r. close her eyes and drift off to sleep, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and redemption wash over her. Harmonious, Club, oil painting, Polaroid

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: Behold, the Holy Nemesis has come to stay,His golden-dark power holds sway,A wondrous force that commands respect and awe,His presence, strong and burning like a star.With every step he takes, the earth does quake,His power radiates in the night,A dark and golden burning light,Transforming all in his wake,As darkness descends and strength it takes.He wields the power of the universe,An ancient force that's dark and diverse,And with a single word or thought,He brings about all he has sought.The Holy Nemesis, a being of great might,His magic a wonder to behold in sight,For his power is beyond compare,And all who see it cannot help but stare.Therefore, let us bow down to the Holy Nemesis,For his power and strength we cannot dismiss,And let us always remember his name,For he is the keeper of the eternal fate.

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: 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 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: Amidst the desolation of damnation, a lone Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer traverses a landscape marred by algal blooms, his solitary journey mirroring the relentless march towards oblivion, where the vibrant hues of nature mask a deeper struggle within the realms of the mental. magical, Cyber Fairy Grunge, Flexography, ultra wide-angle, Character modeling, Cinematic, rpg maker, navy blue colors, Hatecore, magic sparkles lighting, super realistic, hyper detailed, dramatic lighting

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: This character, draped in the fashion-forward ethereal armor, embarks on the epic quest to... wait for it... \"cross the river of time and space\" – groundbreaking, really. Apparently, weak hours have enemies, and fear not, our protagonist is here to bravely slice through the existential threats with the subtlety of a temporal sledgehammer.

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: A desolate wasteland stretches out before her, the frozen tundra of Siberia. a lone figure of woman, clad in the iconic gear of a s.t.a.l.k.e.r.. A mourning star glints in the dim light, a symbol of her resilience in the face of the harsh environment. magical, Dark Naturalism, Goblin Academia, wide shot,

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: A desolate wasteland stretches out before her, the frozen tundra of Siberia. a lone figure of woman, clad in the iconic gear of a s.t.a.l.k.e.r.. A mourning star glints in the dim light, a symbol of her resilience in the face of the harsh environment. magical, Dark Naturalism, Goblin Academia, wide shot,

Style: Digital Art

Prompt: beautiful illustrative art, a beautiful muscular melanated young man chained in a dungeon by his wrists, a beautiful young elf woman in front of him, trending on artstation, professional eyes design, extremely attractive, romantic atmosphere, medieval, artwork by adrian tomine and abigail larson

Negative: ugly, unattractive, uncreative, morbid, deformed, low resolution, poor details, old, kid, mustache, beard, extra limbs, gross, unprofessional design, unprofessional eyes design