Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
Prompt: make a dark scene with a bright light on Each step forward is a testament to the evolution of my understanding of myself
Prompt: format:Image to depict ethereal lights or mystical entities symbolizing the spirits of the forest, guiding the explorer through the enchanted woods.
Prompt: someday you came to me and I knew you were the one. You were the one i was dreaming all my life. When is dark you are my light
Prompt: In the middle of the darkened hall stood a female ghost in red, a low hissing sound as her form began to reveal itself. The female ghost's expression was distorted, and the female ghost's eyes bled
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: 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: The midnight young woman trotted merrily through the glade, aglow with an ethereal emerald radiance as myriad microscopic lights within conspired to imbue the forest with a dimly luminous enchantment on that moonless eve.
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: The group ventures further into the mansion, guided by the dim glow of their flashlights. Explore the eerie whispers that seem to emanate from the very walls, creating an unsettling symphony that heightens their anxiety. --ar 9:16
Prompt: Year:1952. Formal portrait. High detail, Canon EOS DSLR photograph. UHD, 8K resolution, sharp focus, full color, intimate, intricately detailed and extreme close up facial portrait of a fashionable age 29 wife in 1952, showcasing her mid-length white hair, generously and profusely highlighted. She coyly smirks at the camera. Her very thick, richly textured hair fills the viewing screen and is delicately styled in a sleek, compact, tight, bouffant. She has subtle, elegant makeup. Solid, light colored background. Accurate 1952 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: Confessed in the quiet darkness A timid whisper, someone's speech. My stern profile is sad From the rays of trembling candles.
Prompt: the text \"Raheem\" as a logo for an advanced AI company that manufacter robots
Style: Fantasy Art
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: You decide to awaken the light on your body, hoping to reveal the direction in the bushes. You were focused on your own radiance, and suddenly, a bright light emanated from you, illuminating the entire grove of trees. The firefly elf smiled happily and pointed deep into the bushes, saying: Flowing Firefly Elf: \"You have successfully awakened your own radiance. Now, head deep into the bushes, where you will find the door to the ultimate treasure.\" You followed the light, traversed through the trees, and arrived at a mysterious cave entrance. A faint sound came from within the cave. After entering the cave, you will find a huge crystal palace with a sparkling treasure chest placed in the center. As you approach, the treasure chest slowly opens, revealing a dazzling treasure. Mysterious voice: \"Congratulations, brave adventurer! You have successfully unlocked all the trials, and now, this treasure will belong to you.\" You have obtained treasures, including magic gems, magical herbs, and a map leading to the exit of the magic forest. The adventure story comes to a complete end, and you leave the Magic Forest with treasure and beautiful memories, looking forward to the next adventure about to unfold. The ending of the story is full of laughter and fantasy, just like a Disney style adventure story.
Prompt: Late at night, inside the cathedral, the moonlight shone through the windows on the floor, forming deep shadows, the air here seemed to be frozen, filled with a weird atmosphere, the scene demanded a horror thriller
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: FULL HD, 4K, aerial view, zoomed out, bright colorful natural watercolor, one path/trail splitting into two paths/trails, one path is wide, the other path is narrow, moon in the background
Negative: boring undetailed blurry unfocused
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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: And once again the night goes with you, you talk, you make a scenario and make a plan, you think for hours, you plan, but no one has justified your scenario, you want money and love so that everything in life is okay
Prompt: In the forest at night, the vast sky is adorned with a bright moon. It hangs high in the darkness, like a silver plate suspended, emitting a soft glow. The moon, like an eye, flickers with a mysterious power, illuminating the dense forest, enveloping everything in the romance and tranquility of the night.
Prompt: In the forest at night, the vast sky is adorned with a bright moon. It hangs high in the darkness, like a silver plate suspended, emitting a soft glow. The moon, like an eye, flickers with a mysterious power, illuminating the dense forest, enveloping everything in the romance and tranquility of the night.
Prompt: full body shot of a samurai holding a katana, fight stance, dramatic, cinematic, traditional scene
Negative: samurai helmet, extra limbs
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: The moment the door opened, an intense dark energy hit her. An invisible pressure permeated this space, while the ground seemed to be made up of endless ethereal depths.
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it 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,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: Mystical enchantment, powerful sorcery, legendary spells; ancient wizardry, mythical incantations, epic enchantments; magical realms, potent incantations, legendary sorcery; enchanted artifacts, mythical wizardry, epic conjuring; mystical powers, ancient spells, legendary magic; ethereal enchantment, powerful sorcery, epic incantations; legendary mage, mythical spells, epic magic
Prompt: Mystical enchantment, powerful sorcery, legendary spells; ancient wizardry, mythical incantations, epic enchantments; magical realms, potent incantations, legendary sorcery; enchanted artifacts, mythical wizardry, epic conjuring; mystical powers, ancient spells, legendary magic; ethereal enchantment, powerful sorcery, epic incantations; legendary mage, mythical spells, epic magic
Prompt: The stars are clear, the stars are high! What do you keep inside yourself, what do you hide? Stars that conceal deep thoughts, By the power with which you captivate the soul
Prompt: The stars are clear, the stars are high! What do you keep inside yourself, what do you hide? Stars that conceal deep thoughts, By the power with which you captivate the soul
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods
Prompt: Inside the darkness within a one-way road, I keep on writing down words in anticipation Even when I know it will only make me feel empty I keep seeking for salvation; a girl writting a note whlie walking.
Prompt: The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, the cries of the horrible female ghost became more mournful, her pale arms suddenly stretched out and tightened their grip on the man, the scene was eerie and terrifying
Prompt: Within the hallowed halls of a time-worn library, ancient books with weathered spines line towering shelves that seem to reach the heavens. Dim candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on dusty manuscripts and forgotten knowledge. The scent of aged parchment lingers in the air, and the silence is broken only by the occasional creak of wooden floors. The scene exudes a sense of wisdom and the timeless allure of knowledge hidden within the pages of history.
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods.
