Prompt: The waves crashed against the shore, mingling seawater with raindrops, permeating the air with a fresh yet piercing fragrance. The girl's footsteps left blurry imprints, as if silently narrating the resilient anthem of her life.
Prompt: Rivulets of rain trace tormented topographies across a young woman's visage as tensions teem just below the surface, a zoomed intimacy revealing minute mannerisms manifesting malcontent amid maintaining an outward mien of measure. Emotions in effigy emerge through exaggerated exposure when solitude slackens self-soothing stratagems and inner unrest emerges unmasked, the close corrections of her features furnishing furtive flashes of fraught feeling through my forensic focus in the falling fog.
Prompt: The vast sea surged and rolled, just like the tumultuous waves in her heart. The beauty sat in a chair, her eyes unfocused, tears of sadness gently slipping down her cheeks. She gazed into the distance, the melody of lost feelings echoing in her heart, as the warmth and happiness of the past burst like bubbles. The chair beside her waited in loneliness for someone who would never return.
Prompt: On a stormy night, a young girl stood by the seaside. The sky was densely covered with clouds, foretelling an impending tempest. The sea below churned with turbulent waves, splashing and spraying in the howling wind.
Prompt: On the shores of the forgotten sea, where the waters whisper secrets, ancient ruins loom. Their stones are worn by time and tide, yet they stand resilient, guardians of histories submerged beneath the waves, where every tide brings a tale, and every wave sings of bygone eras.
Prompt: As waves crash upon the shore, we stand,Connected to nature, hand in hand.Let our love for the ocean forever be,A testament to our shared humanity.
Prompt: A vast blue expanse stretched as far as the eye could see, its surface shimmering in the light of the rising sun. Gentle waves rolled across the water, their rhythm a soothing accompaniment to the cries of seagulls wheeling above. A light salty breeze carried the tang of the ocean on every inhale. An air of tranquility and raw natural beauty pervaded the scene, evoking feelings of awe for the power and endlessness of the sea. Its mood could shift in an instant, a reminder of the need for humility before nature's grandeur. For now, all was calm - a peaceful morning where one could sit and find perspective, gaining a sense of one's small place within the world.
Prompt: Year:1970. Formal portrait. High detail, Canon EOS DSLR photograph. UHD, 8K resolution, sharp focus, full color, intricately detailed and extremely close up intimate facial portrait of a fashionable age 34 wife in 1970 with long, generously highlighted dirty blonde hair. She gently smirks at the camera. Her very thick, richly textured hair fills the viewing screen and is delicately arranged in a flirty, full-bodied, sleek, long, very highly lofty, voluminous bouffant. She has subtle, sophisticated makeup. Solid, light colored background. Accurate 1970 styling.
Negative: (earrings: 1.6) outdoors, outdoor setting, loose tendrils of hair, jewelry, hair beyond camera view, cropped hair, tiara, orange colors, black and white image, nudity, NSFW,
Style: Photographic
Prompt: A glimmer of hope shone through the weary eyes of the young woman as she gazed longingly towards the distant horizon, her soulful expression rendered through the lens of a lomographic camera in a moody monochrome palette awakened feelings of nostalgia, longing and better days yet to come.
Prompt: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: There was a violent storm, the waves rolled up and slapped the fishing boat, there was lightning and thunder, dark clouds were covering, and a fisherman was swept into the sea by the waves.
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: 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: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: Feel the softness of the sand beneath your feet as you walk along the shoreline, the rhythmic sound of waves providing a soothing melody to your shared whispers. The sun's reflection on the water creates a shimmering dance, mirroring the spark between two hearts in love.
Prompt: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: An attractive woman, sitting by the water, softly plays the guitar. Not far away, a man, clearly lost, wanders in the vicinity. Intrigued by his distress, the musician gently halts her enchanting melody and invites him to approach. The waves whisper a curious ambiance as their destinies intersect in this unexpected encounter by the water's edge.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
Prompt: Raindrops fall gracefully, streetlights casting a soft glow in the rain. Pedestrians with umbrellas, as if each raindrop is telling a story from their hearts.
Prompt: Delicious little raindrops living in the clouds, she yearns for an adventure. One day, she decided to float down from the clouds and come to the earth. On the journey, she encountered sunshine, flowers, and grass, and they had a great time playing together. Little raindrops discovered that although she was very small, she could still leave beautiful marks in nature.
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: Along terraced cliffsides flaking into the surf, brazen tortoises kept watch through aeons of empires rising and falling, bearing silent witness to invasions come and gone across the ages from their lonely perches high above conquered shores.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: With a flicker of curiosity, the young woman embarked on a journey to unlock her own wild and untamed spirit, embracing her inner freedom and venturing into uncharted territories as she discovered the hidden depths within herself.
Prompt: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.
Prompt: The young woman wasted no time in breaking through the throng of devotees and making her way through the dark corridors of the temple, desperately searching for an escape. She could feel the devotees chasing behind her, her heart beating rapidly, the
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, no boots.Repeated hands,
Prompt: Deep sea. Stranded. Not a living soul insight. Just the clear sky against the still waters and waves. Quiet. Beautiful. Peaceful
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: Drifting silently on the waters of a mysterious river, an enchanting place reveals itself. The banks, adorned with trees whose leaves shimmer in the breeze, emit magical glows. Ethereal creatures dance to the rhythm of the waves, bathed in fairy lights guiding their way. No man is in sight, yet the atmosphere resonates with a mysterious magic. The gentle murmur of the water against the boat's hull harmonizes with the song of invisible birds. Every moment in this landscape offers a captivating adventure, where wonder blends with the natural silence. It's a magical scene where nature itself seems to tell enchanted tales, without the need for a solitary navigator to appreciate its beauty.
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: The confused Aurelius was walking on the beach. He suddenly saw a huge rock standing still despite the constant impact of the tide. Finally, the waves that had exhausted all their strength had to give up and retreat quietly. This scene deeply inspired Aurelius. He told himself that in the face of the huge waves of fate, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, and the suffering would eventually retreat uninvited. So he no longer escaped, but faced the various difficulties thrown by fate. In this way, he suffered little by little, resolved little by little, and finally turned the tide and consolidated the rule of ancient Rome.
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,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
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.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
Negative: wrong wing size,wrong wing position,blood dripping from the heart
