Prompt: In the dim candlelight of his study, Hitler paces restless as a caged animal. Sweat soaks through his uniform. Yet no amount of movement relieves the itching beneath his skin. Documents lie scattered where they fell; his war machine grinds to a halt without its commander. Beyond the window, the night seems to close in, mirroring the cells of his own ravaged body. Once an empire writ large across the map, now a microcosm of wreckage. From the first hypodermic needling ambition, his fall was foretold. But in oppression's echoes down the years, may some discern: no matter the heights, nothing borne of poison lasts. Somewhere in the city, the ghost of Morell watches and weeps.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Norman Rockwell illustration of close up of a dish of different cheeses, light blue empty background, vintage pulp style, vintage pulp illustration, Norman Rockwell illustration, 4k
Negative: any Character, any Human being
Prompt: Night blankets Berlin as a lone flashlight beam cuts the dark inside the Führerbunker. Hitler sits hunched at his desk, spectral in its glow. Maps and documents swell around him like a tide, strategies scrawled in frantic hand offset only by deep worry lines on his brow. Outside, the fury of battle nears yet within these walls another war rages—a losing fight against his own demons as addiction takes its toll. He rubs tired eyes, squinting through the shadows for answers that will not come. All his dreams now seem so far away, the future looming as a specter that will not leave his thoughts in these long lonely hours. The world above holds only enemies while below, even solace flees his grasp.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: A futuristic frozen swamp, in a dense, thick, cloudy smog, where a festival went wrong, painted by Frederic Edwin Church and Caspar David Friedrich, under a cloudy winter morning sky, foreboding atmosphere. A torn apart large futuristic mechanical mobile factory is the focal point on the side
Negative: vibrant, summer, relaxed
Prompt: In a dimly lit room, the camera focuses on Adolf Hitler, his face gaunt and pale, reflecting the toll that his escalating cocaine addiction has taken on him. He anxiously paces back and forth, his eyes darting around the room in search of his next fix.The camera follows Hitler's frantic movements as he rummages through drawers and cabinets, desperately searching for more cocaine. Empty vials and scattered white powder litter the room, evidence of his insatiable craving. His hands tremble as he clutches a small baggie, emptying its contents onto a mirror.With an unsteady hand, Hitler uses a razor blade to form lines of cocaine. The camera zooms in, capturing the fine white powder as it glistens under the dim lighting. His nostrils flare as he leans down, greedily snorting the lines one by one.As the scene progresses, Hitler's desperation intensifies. He rummages through his pockets, finding only empty vials and crumbs of cocaine. His eyes widen with a mix of frustration and despair, his face contorted in agony. He collapses onto a chair, his body trembling with withdrawal symptoms.The camera pans out, revealing a room in disarray, a reflection of Hitler's deteriorating state. Shadows dance across his face as he stares into the distance, his mind consumed by the need for more cocaine. The room fades to black, leaving behind a haunting silence.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: a red robot in Art Deco style, painting by Tamara de Lempicka,
Negative: a robot, not a girl
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: ：The atmosphere of battle between the two armies is strong, and the generals charge forward on horseback.
Prompt: Within the confines of a solemn prison cell, Adolf Hitler reflects the gravity of his choices. The cold, subdued lighting accentuates the somber atmosphere, capturing the isolation and contemplation that accompany incarceration. The image paints a poignant portrayal of Hitler's time behind bars, a moment of introspection amidst the stark reality of his circumstances.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Frogs on lily pads and around the log, bowing with hopeful anticipation, portraying reverence to the silent log symbolizing authority.
Prompt: Amelia Mary Earhart soaring through the skies over the Pacific in her aircraft. The dream captures the vast expanse of the ocean below, the limitless sky above, and wisps of clouds, illustrating the awe-inspiring journey of this pioneering aviator.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: miniature scene, 4 people stacked on top of eachother, youngest at the bottom, oldest at the top
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: god creating a universe ,very detailed,
Negative: blurry, ugly, minimalistic, badly drawn
Style: Analog Film
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit war room, Adolf Hitler paces back and forth, his mind clouded by the effects of cocaine addiction. His eyes dart frantically as he tries to focus, but his thoughts remain scattered. With a mix of paranoia and determination, he clutches a map, his finger tracing the lines as he contemplates his next move. The room is filled with an air of chaos, a reflection of Hitler's inner turmoil. The scene captures the distorted decision-making process fueled by cocaine, as the dictator's judgment becomes increasingly erratic and unpredictable.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Draw a beautiful girl with a mysterious tattoo. She is a fox spirit with long hair, fox ears, and a fox tail. She sits barefoot on the carpet, wearing a red gauze skirt, dim indoor lighting, and a wooden screen. Style: Anime
Negative: Wrong limbs, extra fingers
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Glenn Danzig as an anthropomorphic hotdog wearing a hotdog costume, by Gary Larson, mark ryden, Emmanuel Shiu, shot by Diane Arbus on Hasselblad 501c and Kodak tri-x
Style: Isometric
Prompt: Berlin, 1945. In the shattered remains of his bunker, Hitler's gaunt figure sits trembling before a single candle. Discarded syringes litter the floor. His once strong stare now sunken and hollow as the flames dance shadows across his sallow skin. Beside, scattered papers - duty roster, maps, manifestos of grandeur - now meaningless membranes. Outside, boots thunder and guns rattle as the enemy closes in. But within this cell, the final battle was long lost, addiction the ally that brought ultimate defeat. As flames sputter their last, light fades on the face of a man, and with it a regime built on poison that in the end poisoned its own architect. The shadows win.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit room, Adolf Hitler sits at a polished desk, his face tense with anticipation. He delicately holds a small device, intricately designed to administer cocaine. With trembling hands, he adjusts the dosage dial, calculating the precise amount of the drug he desires. The room is filled with an eerie quietness as Hitler carefully positions the device near his nostril, his eyes flickering with a mix of desperation and determination. The scene captures the meticulousness with which the dictator manipulates the cocaine device, highlighting his reliance on the drug as a means of escape.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a cinematic style, let's portray Adolf Hitler in a prison setting, capturing the atmosphere of confinement and introspection.\" Adolf Hitler sits alone in his prison cell, the dim light casting shadows on the worn-out walls. The room is devoid of any luxury, reflecting the stark reality of his confinement. His once proud and commanding demeanor is replaced by a sense of vulnerability and contemplation. The camera focuses on his face, capturing the weariness and despair etched in his features. The bars of the cell cast haunting shadows across his face, symbolizing the weight of his actions and the consequences he now faces. As he gazes out of the small window, his eyes betray a mix of anger, regret, and resignation. The silence is broken only by the distant echoes of footsteps, a constant reminder of his isolation.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a cinematic style, let's portray Adolf Hitler in a prison setting, capturing the atmosphere of confinement and introspection.\" Adolf Hitler sits alone in his prison cell, the dim light casting shadows on the worn-out walls. The room is devoid of any luxury, reflecting the stark reality of his confinement. His once proud and commanding demeanor is replaced by a sense of vulnerability and contemplation. The camera focuses on his face, capturing the weariness and despair etched in his features. The bars of the cell cast haunting shadows across his face, symbolizing the weight of his actions and the consequences he now faces. As he gazes out of the small window, his eyes betray a mix of anger, regret, and resignation. The silence is broken only by the distant echoes of footsteps, a constant reminder of his isolation.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a secluded room, dimly lit by a single flickering candle, Adolf Hitler sits nervously in a high-backed chair. A mysterious figure, hidden in the shadows, approaches him, holding a peculiar contraption resembling a silver tube. With a steady hand, the figure delicately inserts the device into Hitler's nostril, releasing a cloud of cocaine into his system. The room is filled with an eerie silence as Hitler's eyes widen with a mix of relief and anticipation. The scene captures the clandestine nature of the dictator's drug use, highlighting the risks he is willing to take to escape his inner turmoil.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: using only red color of shades generate a imge of a businessman flying straight in upwords up in the sky wtih tiny jet bagpack and boster attached to his shoes -- show red color shades of boster flames below his shoes and smoke effects in background and, background must be in red color , represent it as realistic as posible .
Negative: ugly, croped, tiling, undetailed , blur, poorly drawn , extra body parts
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: In his private study, Hitler sits stoically as Dr. Morell attaches a small nasal pump. Streetlights outside reflect hauntingly off the Führer's pale face. With a controlled inhale, he squeezes the pump, dosing himself discretely. A glint of something dark crosses his eyes, though his expression remains stony. Morell makes his notes then bows out, leaving Hitler alone in the dim room. He sits motionless for a long while, the only sound his steady breathing feeding his addiction, fueling the engines of his depraved ambition, sending the world further down the road to ruin. The soft whirring of the pump is a whisper in the dark that will echo through history.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Timeless Elegance, A captivating photograph capturing the timeless elegance of the Forbidden City. The focus is on the intricate details and ornate architecture of the palace. The environment is a majestic courtyard with symmetrical designs and majestic pillars. The atmosphere is sophisticated and refined, reflecting the cultural heritage and historical significance of the Forbidden City. Artistic Form: Photography. Lighting Effect: Balanced lighting to highlight the architectural details and textures. Color Style: Rich and deep tones, enhancing the regal atmosphere. Perspective: First Perspective. Artistic Style: Photography. Image Type: Photograph showcasing the timeless elegance of the Forbidden City.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: A stylish 22-year-old Chinese guy, dressed in fashionable attire, with sleek black hair styled in a trendy manner. He has captivating big black eyes, complemented by thick eyebrows, and a natural, relaxed expression on his face as he skillfully drives with one hand. (22-year-old, Chinese, stylish attire, black hair, trendy style, big black eyes, thick eyebrows, relaxed expression, skillful driving)
Negative: (No messy or unkempt hair, no outdated or unfashionable clothing, no tired or lifeless eyes, no exaggerated or forced expression, no reckless driving, no distractions in the car, no traffic violations)
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Robotic humanoid body formed entirely by white spirograph vortex of Fibanacci sequence with complex topology of glowing nodal RGB light network dark deep by Gerald Brom focused lighting in space ship control room
Negative: skin, bad art, badly drawn hands, badly drawn faces, plastic skin texture
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Hitler stands alone on the balcony outside his study, gripping the railing as he gazes into the night. The city below sparkles yet brings him no joy, its beauty lost amid mounting shadows under his brow. Within, vials and paraphernalia he once used daily now litter his desk in disarray—phantom pains plaguing his tired arms. How long has it been? Since strength came not from will but chemicals cocktailed by a physician now exiled from service. An army once at his fingertips slips away, his greatest defeats not on battlefield but in this private war within. The war is won, but at what cost? In this personal midnight, all seems lost in the fog of addiction's bitter endgame.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Hitler stands alone on the balcony outside his study, gripping the railing as he gazes into the night. The city below sparkles yet brings him no joy, its beauty lost amid mounting shadows under his brow. Within, vials and paraphernalia he once used daily now litter his desk in disarray—phantom pains plaguing his tired arms. How long has it been? Since strength came not from will but chemicals cocktailed by a physician now exiled from service. An army once at his fingertips slips away, his greatest defeats not on battlefield but in this private war within. The war is won, but at what cost? In this personal midnight, all seems lost in the fog of addiction's bitter endgame.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: In a dimly lit room, Adolf Hitler sits on a plush chair, his face etched with exhaustion and desperation. A trusted personal physician stands before him, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. The camera captures the weight of the moment, the air thick with secrecy and urgency.The physician carefully prepares a syringe, drawing up a measured dose of cocaine. Their gloved hands move with precision, as if performing a delicate dance. The camera zooms in on the vial, the white powder shimmering under the muted light, before focusing on the syringe, the liquid inside reflecting a dangerous allure.In this intimate setting, the physician approaches Hitler, their eyes mirroring a mixture of compassion and duty. With a gentle touch, they find a suitable vein on Hitler's arm, their expertise evident in their steady hand. The camera captures the fleeting exchange of glances, a silent pact forged in this hidden corner of history.As the needle pierces Hitler's skin, his face tightens momentarily with discomfort. But the anticipation of relief soon replaces any pain. The camera moves in closer, capturing the moment as the cocaine enters his bloodstream, its effects coursing through his veins like a surge of invigoration.A subtle transformation takes place before the camera's lens. Hitler's weariness dissipates, replaced by a growing sense of vitality. His eyes regain their focus, shimmering with a newfound intensity. The camera follows him as he rises from the chair, his movements more assured, his posture straightened.With renewed vigor, Hitler takes center stage. The camera captures the grandeur of the hall, the audience eagerly awaiting his presence. As he begins to speak, his voice carries an electric energy, each word punctuated with conviction. The camera moves fluidly, capturing the crowd's rapt attention and the intensity emanating from Hitler's every gesture.The scene concludes with a sweeping shot of Hitler, his voice resonating through the hall, his eyes burning with an almost mesmerizing charisma. The camera fades out, leaving behind an eerie sense of the power that lies within the secret alliance between Hitler and his physician.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit chamber, Adolf Hitler stands alone, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and exhilaration. The room pulsates with an eerie energy as he clutches a small vial of cocaine in his trembling hand. With a sudden surge of courage, he raises the vial to his lips and takes a deep inhale. Instantly, a whirlwind of emotions engulfs him. Fear grips his heart, yet a twisted sense of excitement courses through his veins. The scene captures the dangerous dance between terror and ecstasy, as Hitler succumbs to the intoxicating power of cocaine.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit command center, Adolf Hitler sits at a large table, surrounded by top military advisors. However, his once sharp and focused gaze is now glazed and unfocused. As he attempts to discuss the intricacies of the war strategy, his words become muddled and incoherent. The room is filled with a palpable sense of unease as his advisors exchange worried glances. The scene captures the devastating impact of Hitler's cocaine addiction on his ability to make sound decisions, as his once brilliant mind is clouded by confusion and impaired judgment.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: In a chilling scene set in Hitler's underground bunker, the atmosphere is laden with tension. The dimly lit, claustrophobic space captures the haunting essence of a moment marked by interrogation and torment. Adolf Hitler, subjected to the harsh reality of his actions, endures the psychological weight in this stark and foreboding underground chamber.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit study, Adolf Hitler sits behind a mahogany desk, his face pale and worn. A trusted personal physician stands before him, holding a small vial of cocaine. The room is filled with tension as the doctor carefully explains the potential benefits of the drug. Hitler, desperate for relief from his ailments, reluctantly extends his trembling hand to receive the prescription. The scene captures the desperation and vulnerability of the dictator, as he seeks solace in the form of a controversial medication.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Norman Rockwell illustration of close up of a dish of american pizza, blue empty background, vintage pulp style, vintage pulp illustration, Norman Rockwell illustration, 4k
Negative: any Character, any Human being
Prompt: Within the confines of the Situation Room, tension hangs thick as foul air. Maps and files lay scattered - remnants of a strategy now in tatters. Hitler stands rigid at the head of the table, staring unseeingly at a point in the distance as generals drone reports of defeat. His expression betrays nothing, but a phantom itch works its way up aging limbs. How long they've been at this, he wonders. How many meetings like this has he endured? An iron will that forged an empire now threatens to fracture, its edges worn down by responsibilities too vast even for his indomitable spirit. As arguments rise among his men, lost possibilities flickering in the corners of his gaze, somewhere a small voice whispers - was it all for naught? The Führer shakes himself, straightening to renewed attention. Retreat is not in his nature. Through force of will alone he has come this far. There must be, there will be, another path to victory. His word is law; the war goes on.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: In a grand hall filled with eager supporters, Adolf Hitler stands at a podium, his eyes ablaze with a newfound energy. The camera captures the intense anticipation in the room as Hitler takes a deep breath, his voice steady and commanding.As he begins to speak, his words resonate with a fervor and conviction that seem almost otherworldly. Every gesture, every inflection of his voice, is imbued with an unparalleled passion. The camera moves fluidly, capturing the crowd's reaction as they hang onto his every word, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and adoration.Hitler's eyes sparkle with a dangerous charisma as he paces back and forth on the stage, his movements purposeful and calculated. The camera captures the sweat glistening on his brow, evidence of the heightened intensity coursing through his veins.The scene intensifies as Hitler's voice rises, his words echoing through the hall, igniting a fire within the hearts of his followers. The camera cuts to close-ups of individuals in the crowd, their eyes filled with a newfound determination, inspired by Hitler's impassioned speech.As the speech reaches its climax, the camera pulls back to reveal Hitler, arms outstretched, his voice booming with a mix of authority and zeal. The crowd erupts in thunderous applause, their cheers echoing through the hall, a testament to the power of Hitler's words and the influence of the cocaine fueling his performance.The scene ends with a final shot of Hitler, his eyes gleaming with a fervent conviction, ready to lead his followers down a path of darkness and destruction. The camera fades out, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit room, the camera captures a haunting scene. The atmosphere is thick with tension as a black cat, its fur sleek and glossy, perches on a velvet cushion. The room is adorned with chilling Nazi symbols and portraits of Adolf Hitler, casting an eerie shadow over the space. A haunting melody swells in the background, intensifying the sense of foreboding. The camera zooms in, revealing a small swastika-shaped collar around the cat's neck, a sinister emblem of its connection to its infamous owner. As the sound of heavy footsteps draws nearer, the cat's eyes widen in terror, its body trembling with an inexplicable fear. It knows the presence of Hitler, and the horrors that come with it.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit room, the once charismatic Adolf Hitler now sits hunched over, his face gaunt and filled with despair. Tremors run through his body as he clutches his head, lost in a chaotic haze. The walls are adorned with maps and charts, symbols of his once formidable power, now overshadowed by the grip of cocaine addiction. The scene captures the tragic downfall of a dictator, consumed by the destructive effects of his own dependency, as the world around him crumbles into disarray.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Adolf Hitler, in a pivotal moment during April 1924 in Landsberg, Germany. Seated with an air of determination in a courtroom chair, his gaze reflects a complex mix of defiance and introspection. The room's lighting casts shadows, accentuating the gravity of the Munich Putsch consequences, creating a poignant and intense image.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Adolf Hitler, in a pivotal moment during April 1924 in Landsberg, Germany. Seated with an air of determination in a courtroom chair, his gaze reflects a complex mix of defiance and introspection. The room's lighting casts shadows, accentuating the gravity of the Munich Putsch consequences, creating a poignant and intense image.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: Year:1982. Formal portrait. High detail, Canon EOS DSLR photograph. UHD, 8K resolution, sharp focus, full color, intimate, close up facial portrait of an age 29 fashion model in 1982. She gazes pensively at the camera. Her very thick, richly textured hair fills the viewing screen and is delicately arranged in a typical yet fashionable and accurate style for a woman of her age in 1982. She wears a lightweight summer dress and has subtle, elegant makeup. Solid color background. Accurate 1982 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: In his private office, Hitler sits reclined with his head tilted back. Dr. Morell carefully fits the narrow nasal pumps over each nostril. Hitler's eyes are closed, brow furrowed in discomfort or anticipation. Morell attaches slender tubes from small pressurized canisters. At the push of a button, a cool mist is released into Hitler's airways. His body tenses then slowly relaxes as the vapors take effect. Though intended to aid his health, the Führer appears increasingly dependent on these anonymous cocktails to temper his mounting pressures and stresses. Morell makes his notes then quietly exits, leaving Hitler alone in a pensive, drug-induced haze.
Style: Cinematic
