Prompt: winter silence like that buriedtranscarpathian winethat turns into pink-cheeked dragons into pink-cheeked dragonsthat with every sip make the brain trembling and uncertainthe silence smells of loneliness and despaircats and air raidsscares with the emptiness in the souland the darkness of the silent staircasesilence my sister

Prompt: Winter blankets the world in a serene stillness. The air, crisp and biting, carries the scent of pine and wood smoke. Nature, adorned in a glistening coat of snow, transforms into a monochrome masterpiece. Trees stand as silent sentinels, their bare branches etched against the wintry sky. A hushed calm envelops the landscape, broken only by the occasional crunch of snow underfoot. The sun, a distant orb, casts long shadows over the frosted ground. Frozen lakes mirror the ethereal beauty above, their surfaces gleaming like polished glass. Chimneys exhale wisps of smoke, signaling the warmth within cozy homes. Winter's embrace invites a contemplative solitude, where time seems to pause amidst the delicate dance of snowflakes. In this seasonal tableau, the world rests beneath a quilt of quiet splendor, inviting reflection and appreciation for the stark beauty that only winter can bestow.

Prompt: Winter blankets the world in a serene stillness. The air, crisp and biting, carries the scent of pine and wood smoke. Nature, adorned in a glistening coat of snow, transforms into a monochrome masterpiece. Trees stand as silent sentinels, their bare branches etched against the wintry sky. A hushed calm envelops the landscape, broken only by the occasional crunch of snow underfoot. The sun, a distant orb, casts long shadows over the frosted ground. Frozen lakes mirror the ethereal beauty above, their surfaces gleaming like polished glass. Chimneys exhale wisps of smoke, signaling the warmth within cozy homes. Winter's embrace invites a contemplative solitude, where time seems to pause amidst the delicate dance of snowflakes. In this seasonal tableau, the world rests beneath a quilt of quiet splendor, inviting reflection and appreciation for the stark beauty that only winter can bestow.

Prompt: In this winter's check-in season, I discovered an extraordinary miracle in the midst of simplicity. Strolling along the snowy path, I eagerly embarked on the journey back home. Despite the biting cold wind, the inner yearning overshadowed the chill. It was a season filled with magic, where the winter's chill couldn't dampen people's longing for home. On the way home, I noticed a dazzling starry sky. The myriad stars in the sky twinkled, as if narrating the warmth of home. This particular star seemed to possess a kind of magic, guiding lost souls to find the way back home. As I approached my hometown, the brilliance of the stars intensified. I couldn't help but stop and gaze, overwhelmed with emotions. This star became the guiding light for my journey back home, illuminating the path ahead. Finally, I stepped onto the familiar soil of my hometown. Family members were already waiting at the doorstep, their smiles resembling the warmth of a winter sun, thawing my cold heart. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival permeated the air, and the tantalizing aroma of the meticulously prepared New Year's Eve dinner wafted through the surroundings. However, what moved me the most was not just the warmth of my family but the revelation behind the guiding star. As I shared the magical tale of the star with my family, they disclosed an unexpected secret. The star was a collectively lit \"Homecoming Star.\" To help me find my way back home, they released a dream into the night sky every evening. In this winter's check-in season, I personally experienced the greatness within the ordinary. The \"Homecoming Star\" became the coziest check-in spot in my heart, not only brightening the night sky but also illuminating the journey back home. Under this radiant starry sky, I learned gratitude and appreciation. This profound sense of touch will accompany me through a warm Spring Festival, becoming the most beautiful chapter in my homecoming story.

Prompt: The snowstorm has spun so gently In a white dance the chilled earth, This dance is so pure and innocent: The movements are all blue hoarfrost. A stream of confetti falls from the sky, Bringing dreams back to my soul: A New Year's fairy tale in a snowstorm... The Christmas tree is decorated with streamers... Christmas and the smiles of friends. Repentance in the glow of the lights.

Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere

Prompt: Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity, bed, sleep

Prompt: Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity

Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.

Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.

Prompt: You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

Prompt: You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

Prompt: The beginning of winter has arrived, and the cold wind hits people. I wish you good health and a warm mood in this cold season. May we still share the warmth and care of winter even if we are apart. Wishing you a warm and beautiful winter and look forward to our reunion again.

Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity

Prompt: Strolling along the snowy path, I eagerly embarked on the journey back home. Despite the biting cold wind, the inner yearning overshadowed the chill. It was a season filled with magic, where the winter's chill couldn't dampen people's longing for home. On the way home, I noticed a dazzling starry sky. The myriad stars in the sky twinkled, as if narrating the warmth of home. This particular star seemed to possess a kind of magic, guiding lost souls to find the way back home. As I approached my hometown, the brilliance of the stars intensified. I couldn't help but stop and gaze, overwhelmed with emotions. This star became the guiding light for my journey back home, illuminating the path ahead. Finally, I stepped onto the familiar soil of my hometown. Family members were already waiting at the doorstep, their smiles resembling the warmth of a winter sun, thawing my cold heart. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival permeated the air, and the tantalizing aroma of the meticulously prepared New Year's Eve dinner wafted through the surroundings. However, what moved me the most was not just the warmth of my family but the revelation behind the guiding star. As I shared the magical tale of the star with my family, they disclosed an unexpected secret. The star was a collectively lit \"Homecoming Star.\" To help me find my way back home, they released a dream into the night sky every evening.

Prompt: generate an image for a YouTube channel that deals with dark love and psychology trick with the name Obsidian Hearts engraved on the picture

Prompt: In a secluded chamber, a figure with twilight-woven hair is surrounded by a dance of bioluminescent lilies, conceptualized by Alan Lee and brought to life with the detailed realism of Craig Mullins. John Howe's dynamic lighting casts dramatic shadows, creating a ballet of color and form. (subterranean symphony:1.1)

Negative: inertia, starkness, simplicity.

Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz

Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz

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

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.

Prompt: In ancient Europe, the annual Christmas Eve brought forth a magical snowy night. Old towns and villages were delicately blanketed in a layer of white, as if orchestrated by a carefully prepared enchantment. The chilling wind whistled, carrying snowflakes and immersing the entire world in a tranquil and mysterious ambiance. Ancient structures, such as churches, castles, and cottages, became picturesque under the reflection of the snow. Roofs adorned with white snow caps, windows dressed in red decorations, and scattered lights twinkled in the snowy night, adding a touch of warmth to the scene. The ancient streets were covered with fine snowflakes, resembling a fairytale world forgotten by time. People stepped out of their homes, clad in ancient winter attire, with smiles on their faces as they strolled through the streets. Children held homemade lanterns, joyfully running on the snowy ground, leaving behind happy footprints. Laughter and the sound of bells intertwined in the snowy night, creating a lively dance. The church bells echoed melodiously in the snowy night, conveying a sense of peace and blessing. People gathered together, participating in the celebration, singing ancient Christmas carols, immersed in the mysterious atmosphere of religious rituals. Snowflakes gently fell, landing on each person's shoulders, as if the Santa Claus had sprinkled a blessing of snow. The market was filled with various handmade crafts and delicacies. People surrounded warm braziers, tasting traditional Christmas pastries and hot beverages. Street vendors, dressed in ancient attire, showcased the charm of traditional craftsmanship to visitors. The entire ancient Europe seemed to be immersed in a fantastical dream on this snowy night, emanating a serene, peaceful, and yet mysterious atmosphere. It was a Christmas night full of warmth and tradition, allowing people to escape the hustle and bustle of the world, and immerse themselves in a celebration of joy and blessings.

Prompt: iy mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity

Prompt: iy mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity

Prompt: iy mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity

Prompt: In the evening a heavy snowfall covered the village, numerous houses were covered with a thick layer of snow, and winter had arrived. --ar 16:9

Prompt: In the evening a heavy snowfall covered the village, numerous houses were covered with a thick layer of snow, and winter had arrived. --ar 16:9

Prompt: In the evening a heavy snowfall covered the village, numerous houses were covered with a thick layer of snow, and winter had arrived. --ar 16:9

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: dream prompt:In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.wings appearing from her back, holding a heart in her hand , blood dripping from the heart.

Prompt: in mountains, serene lake, misty pines, crisp air, cozy cabin, crackling fireplace, warm blankets, hot cocoa, snug socks, frosty window, soft snowfall, moonlit silence, peaceful solitude, distant stars, tranquil night, gentle breath, restful slumber, silent dreams, chilly serenity, bed, sleep

Prompt: Late at night, crossing the streets of the town and stepping onto the old stone steps leading to the church, the silence along the way broken only by the murmur of the night wind. When they reached the door of the church, there was a tension in the air, and terror

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: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly

Prompt: Mournfully Haunted, sphene synapses bleed tuberose ciphers across basanite harmonies unfoldingendlessly in ebon walkways, phantasmic emanations distilling topaz canticles acrossthe coagulating streets encrypt requiems amid funerary zircon spires prosthetic voices fadingeternal elegies through amber grids greying into opalescent ether. (Talya Chetrit, Rachel Rossin, Cao Fei, Katrín Elvarsdóttir, Camille Henrot, Ed Atkins) (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)

Negative: nudity

Prompt: Home is behind, the world ahead And there are many paths to tread Thru shadow, to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow, cloud and shade All shall fade, all shall fade

Prompt: detailsIn the silence that followed, the people, frozen in tense silence, stared at each other, their unspoken words hanging in the air.Meanwhile, the figurative emotional projection of the heart and soul of unresolved conflicts and unspoken grievances loomed over them with an ominous shadow.

Style: Fantasy Art

Prompt: In ancient Europe, on the Christmas night, snow was falling gently, and the snowflakes fluttered down onto the streets. Illuminated by street lamps, they appeared exquisite and enchanting. It gave a surreal feeling, as if one were transported to a magical world.

Prompt: In the enchanting embrace of a snowfall-laden night, delicate flakes descend from the velvety darkness above. The cityscape becomes a silent canvas as each snowflake pirouettes gracefully, adorning streets and rooftops with a quiet blanket. The muted glow of distant streetlights casts a gentle glow, creating a serene and magical ambiance under the serene, falling snow.

Style: Cinematic

Prompt: In winter, the world is blanketed in pristine white snow. Trees, streets, and houses are all covered in a layer of snow, creating a serene landscape. Pedestrians and cars on the roads move with caution, mindful of the slippery conditions. The chimneys on the rooftops of houses emit warm smoke, adding to the wintery atmosphere.

Prompt: 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,

Prompt: best quality, masterpiece, highres, original, extremely detailed wallpaper, perfect lighting,(extremely detailed CG:1.2) A boy, (sun), outdoors, male focus, black hair, solo, sky, (both hands up:1.2), mountain, (cloudy), jeans, denim,shoes,dog beside boy's foot, tree, from behind,scenery, white footwear, standing, short hair, day, blue jacket, sneakers, (rock:0.9),jacket,blue sky, bright,(grass:1.1),rolls up his sleeves,green fields, crystal-clear rivers,farmhouse from distance,kitchen smoke,

Negative: bad face, bad anatomy, bad proportions, bad perspective, mutated hands and fingers, more than five fingers, lowres, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, low quality lowres disfigured, low quality lowres malformed, low quality lowres mutated, low quality lowres anatomical nonsense, low quality lowres text font ui, low quality lowres error, low quality lowres malformed hands, low quality lowres long neck, low quality lowres blurred, low quality lowres lowers, low quality lowres low res, low quality lowres bad proportions,extra fingers, fewer fingers, strange fingers, bad hand,(EasyNegative:1.2), text, username, extra fingers,fewer fingers, long body,(lake),riding,

Prompt: The shadow of the rabbit whirls, as soft and beautiful as poetry. Stepping on the snow under the moonlight, I feel like I'm flying swiftly. The lucky stars are shining, and the auspiciousness is boundless. Rabbits leap in the spring breeze, filling the garden with joy.

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: ....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: 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.