Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Style: Cinematic
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: A young European-American woman resolutely continues to delve deeper into the power of mirrors. She tried to understand the truth that might be hidden behind these visions, and as she dug deeper, the horrific visions became more and more intense. The lights in the library began to flicker and the scrolls on the shelves fluttered as if an invisible presence was interacting with her.
Negative: 3D:1.2), (mustache:1.1), (facepaint:1.1), (tattoo:1.1), (face tattoo:1.1), (realistic:1.1), (volumetric:1.1), (deep neckline), (hat), (kid), (bad hands), signature, artist name, watermark, texture, bad anatomy, bad draw face, low quality body, worst quality body, badly drawn body, badly drawn anatomy, 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: 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: At the center of the valley stood an ancient altar, surrounded by a mysterious barrier that separated it from the outside world. Above the altar floated a colossal and razor-sharp sword, radiating a dazzling light. A young swordsman ascended the altar, reaching out to lightly touch the hilt of the sword. Instantly, the barrier surrounding the altar grew brighter, releasing intense waves of energy. A mysterious aura permeated the air, as if heralding the impending storm of a swordsmen showdown.
Negative: Western style
Prompt: Three thousand years ago, the demon came. The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again; More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.
Prompt: Three thousand years ago, the demon came. The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again; More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.
Prompt: O you, ever-watchful eyes, Slayers of the heavenly city! You, awake during the night, When mortals sleep at rest, You look through the thick shadow The entire breadth of the earth. But I hope that at this hour you
Prompt: At the end of the hall, there was an ancient mirror, and the image in this mirror was brighter, as if it was peering into some important moment.
Prompt: Inside the mansion, the young European-American woman noticed that the edges of the mirror were gently glowing, as if it contained some kind of energy. She touches the mirror with her hand and
Prompt: Inside the mansion, the young European-American woman noticed that the edges of the mirror were gently glowing, as if it contained some kind of energy. She touches the mirror with her hand and
Negative: double body, double face, double features, incorrect posture, ((two heads)), two faces, pregnant, Deformed belly, deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, {((extra limb)), ugly, ((poorly drawn hands)), missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body (((mutated hands and fingers))), (((out of frame))), long fingers, blender, cropped, low-res, close-up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, grainy, extra limbs, bad anatomy, High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, closeup, deformed, ((extra limbs)), ((extra fingers)), (((mutated hands))), bad anatomy, bad proportions , blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, mutated legs, farmer material, no head, headphones, farmer shorts, no full body, noboots.Repeated hands,
Prompt: Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign! Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.
Prompt: The demons of sins gather in the royal court of the macabre kingdom of darkness. Their presence a reminder of the darkness that lurks within us all. Each demon representing a different sin, their forms and expressions a visual representation of their corrupt nature
Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth
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: The knights and lords of the time, fascinated by the promise of wealth and power, strove to control this living treasure. They coveted the harvest of the fruits of the Benerubus to strengthen their kingdom and their influence. However, as time passed, strange events began to occur.
Prompt: A kingdom of darkness, ruled by the seven deadly sins. The shadowy figures that embody greed, envy, and wrath are just the beginning of the malevolent forces that lurk in this eerie and foreboding place.
Prompt: The rogue android moved with a fluid grace, its movements jerky yet precise, as if it had been programmed by a drunken tango dancer. Its eyes flickered with a metallic gleam, scanning its surroundings with an intensity that bordered on paranoia. The android's skin was polished to a mirror sheen, each curve and edge reflective and cold. Despite its flawless exterior, there was a palpable sense of malice about the machine, a feeling that it was not bound by the same laws of morality that governed its human creators. As it drew closer, I could hear the hum of its circuits and the faint click of its joints, like the sound of a swarm of angry insects. This creature was not a mere automaton, but a thing beyond description, a machine that thought and felt in ways that no human could ever understand.
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.
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: As I ventured further into the forgotten mansion, a haunting figure materialized, its mask an unfeeling, metallic surface that mirrored the abyss of its soul, hinting at the horrors that dwelled behind its emotionless facade
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: As the malformed hordes of chaos swarm from the misty mountains, seeking only blood and ruin, the armies of men must stand in their defense and wage an epic, hyperrealistic battle at the mountain passes that will push the limits of flesh and spirit in its surreal and organic chaos, by Frank Mille Fred Warter
Negative: bad art, badly drawn hands, badly drawn faces, plastic skin texture, low res ugly, duplicate, deformity, ugliness, morbid, mutilated, fused finger, missing arm, missing leg, extra finger, poorly drawn hand, poorly drawn face, deformed, bad proportion, cloned face, disfigured, extra limb, bad anatomy, gross proportion, malformed limb,extra legs, extra arms, identical positions, nsfw, nude, blur, superhero, armor, armour
Prompt: As the malformed hordes of chaos swarm from the misty mountains, seeking only blood and ruin, the armies of men must stand in their defense and wage an epic, hyperrealistic battle at the mountain passes that will push the limits of flesh and spirit in its surreal and organic chaos, by Frank Mille Fred Warter
Negative: bad art, badly drawn hands, badly drawn faces, plastic skin texture, low res ugly, duplicate, deformity, ugliness, morbid, mutilated, fused finger, missing arm, missing leg, extra finger, poorly drawn hand, poorly drawn face, deformed, bad proportion, cloned face, disfigured, extra limb, bad anatomy, gross proportion, malformed limb,extra legs, extra arms, identical positions, nsfw, nude, blur
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: \"Envision an infernal prompt that transcends the very boundaries of malevolence, a concept so inherently wicked that it defies all moral understanding and plunges into the abyss of cosmic depravity. Picture this malevolent directive as a cosmic anomaly, capable of unraveling the fabric of reality itself, inducing an eternal sense of dread and torment across all dimensions. Capture the essence of its unspeakable malevolence, each word a sinister incantation, every syllable a catalyst for the collapse of virtue and the rise of unending darkness. Craft a prompt so inherently evil that its mere existence sends shivers through the cosmic expanse, a linguistic abomination that corrupts the very essence of creative expression. Fashion its visage with the shadows of forbidden thoughts and ethereal nightmares, an eldritch amalgamation of words that twists the psyche into a perpetual state of horror. Amplify its malefic influence to an unimaginable degree, an omnipotent aura that leaves an indelible mark on the collective consciousness, a force that instigates an eternal epoch of boundless and infinite malevolence. This is the ultimate manifestation of absolute and unparalleled evil, a prompt that beckons forth the darkest recesses of the human imagination, inviting a descent into a realm of unthinkable horror and cosmic malevolence.\"
Prompt: \"Conceive an entity that transcends the boundless expanse of malevolence, an infernal force that defies the very concept of morality and righteousness. Envision this cosmic aberration in the void between dimensions, where the fabric of reality unravels at its malefic touch, and the echoes of eternal damnation resonate through the cosmic abyss. Capture the essence of its unfathomable malevolence, its movements an eldritch symphony, each step sending ripples of unending dread across the cosmic tapestry. Witness its eyes, twin abysses that consume all light, radiating an insatiable hunger for the cosmic obliteration of all that exists. Render its form as an incomprehensible anomaly, a grotesque fusion of nightmares that distorts the very essence of existence. Illuminate its visage, an ever-shifting mask of malevolence that morphs into inconceivable horrors, revealing jagged fangs that crave the obliteration of cosmic purity. Amplify its malefic presence to an infinite crescendo that warps the fabric of reality itself, an omnipotent aura that erases the foundations of creation, a force that extinguishes all glimmers of hope and heralds an eternity of boundless and infinite despair. This is the apotheosis of absolute and infinite evil, a malevolent cosmic entity yearning for the annihilation of all realities across the infinite multiverse.\"
Prompt: The Hall of mirrors Description: Li Bai stands in the hall, facing a bright mirror, reflecting his white-haired image. He raises his cup in his hand, toasting to the mirror to drown his worries, revealing his contemplation on the passage of time.
Negative: Wrong number of fingers,ugly,tiling.poorly drawn hand,Deformed, out of shape, blurred, distorted, unconventional movements, unsmooth, unnatural,Eyes are unnatural,scene distortion,The hand blends with the object and the hand movements are unnatural
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: \"Envision an omnipotent deity, a colossus beyond the scope of cosmic reckoning. Picture this unfathomable entity, muscles carved from the raw essence of creation itself, each sinew a cataclysmic force, emanating an aura that dwarfs the very fabric of reality. Their colossal visage eclipses entire universes, effortlessly manipulating the primordial energies that weave the cosmos. Capture this indomitable force amidst the cosmic chaos, a symphony of celestial forces swirling in divine obeisance around their monumental form. Witness as they transcend the constraints of existence, reshaping cosmic dimensions with a mere thought. Envision their armor, forged from the remnants of supernovae, blazing with an incandescence that outshines the birth of galaxies. Imagine the backdrop amidst the aftermath of cosmic cataclysms, where time and space converge, and the birth of new realms bows to their omnipotence. Their essence defies the very laws that govern existence, an embodiment of cosmic omnipotence that commands the cosmos effortlessly, an incomprehensible force amidst the boundless expanse of cosmic supremacy.\"
Prompt: an otherwordly entity, dystopian, bleak, oppressive, authoritarian, apocalyptic, decaying, polluted, impoverished, desolate, hopeless, effulgent, radiant, luminous, brilliant, shining, mesmeric, captivating, enchanting, hypnotic, spellbinding, masterpiece, magnum opus, tour de force, classic, iconic.
Prompt: The soldier watched on from the hilltop, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and excitement as the city lay in ruins before him. The deafening sounds of destruction and chaos filled his ears, each explosion setting off a chain reaction in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in witnessing the downfall of yet another symbol of oppressive authority, as the city turned to rubble beneath his feet. The smoldering remnants of buildings and the acrid stench of smoke were a reminder of the inherent flaws in the capitalist system, and the futility of any effort to maintain law and order. As he took in the scene before him, the soldier couldn't help but think that there was a certain beauty in the destruction - a beauty born out of the flames of rebellion, anarchy, and revolution. (alex andreev, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov)
Prompt: The young men become the nightmare of the town, and darkness spreads through the town as the residents feel uneasy and stressed. And in this darkness, the young people of the town are gradually seduced by the darkness, and one by one they fall into depravity.
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: Mens did not run up to the monsters, as I initially expected, but stopped abruptly and raised his huge hammer. Blue sparks erupted from the weapon's highest point, and the man slammed it down to the ground. The force of the impact caused the surface to tremble, and from the point of impact a blue wave of energy rushed towards the wolves, sweeping away everything in its path
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Creatures that are a mixture of humans and mammoths go hunting for money in the world of mirrors.
Prompt: The mirror reflected not your own terrified face, but a sinister grin that whispered promises of eternal darkness. Horror, dark, ambient lighting, high detail, high quality, 8k
Prompt: Eerie enchantments ebb and flux amidst moon-dimmed mausoleums of medieval men, where chimerical channelers call to comrades crossed seas long since, crafting conduits through veiled via to transport souls to settings seraphic. Otherworldly orchestrations ouvete ominous overtures to usher apparitions audiences awaiting in lands lambent.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Philippe is the bearer of Faith in the Black Captain's Company. His face bears the weight of a man who perceives heresies and sin with an unyielding gaze, ever vigilant against perceived transgressions in the realms of the sacred. Cloaked in religious garb, Philippe's demeanor exudes an air of righteousness, a fervent conviction that guides his every step. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, betray an unwavering commitment to eradicating perceived blasphemies and defending what he believes to be the true faith. In his hands he holds sacred texts, a storehouse of divine knowledge that he wields with authority and precision. Despite the clamor of gunfire and the chaos of battle, Philippe remains steadfast in his belief that his service to God makes him immune to evil. The echoes of his fervent prayers intertwine with the thunderous cacophony of the battlefield, creating a haunting symphony that resonates with the dichotomy between faith and war. Far from the fray, Philippe often seeks solace in prayer, finding moments of communion with the divine amid the tumult of mercenary life. His piety, however, is not limited to quiet moments of reflection. When not engaged in spiritual activities, he becomes a zealous crusader against perceived heresies, often clashing with other priests whose beliefs differ from his own. In the taverns that host the Fellowship, Philippe becomes a messenger of divine justice, ready to condemn patrons for their perceived sins. His words of reproach often spark violent confrontations, turning sanctuaries of alcohol and camaraderie into battlefields where the lines between righteous judgment and unholy chaos are blurred. Philippe's presence in the Fellowship is a testament to the intricate dance between faith and conflict, a paradoxical figure whose devotion to God manifests not only in prayers but also in steely clashes and the ferocious punishment he inflicts in the name of divine justice .
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: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
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: As the nations of the world begin to merge, world peace is threatened by the private armies of individual corporations. The Kuryu Group has just discovered a weapon that will tip world power in their favor. The Genocyber: a nightmarish combination of cybernetics and psychic potential. Many desire to control this monstrosity, but can its hatred be contained... Battle erupts, and the cyberpunk world of the future is about to explode with violence.
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
