Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again.
Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, henry asencio)
Prompt: The strawberry was more than just a fruit - it was a living, breathing creature with a deranged mind and a semi-automatic weapon clutched tightly in its tiny hands. Amidst the chaos of the bustling farmer's market, it prowled menacingly, its ruby-red exterior twisted into a grin of pure evil. The people recoiled in fear as the strawberry fired round after round into the air, its insane cackles echoing through the stalls. This was not just any fruit gone bad - this was a monster, a creature warped by the toxic chemicals of modern agriculture and driven to madness in a world gone mad. I watched in both horror and fascinated awe as the strawberry made its way toward me, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. In that moment, I realized that I was not just witnessing a fruit-fueled rampage - I was staring into the dark, twisted heart of America itself.. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio)
Prompt: The strawberry was more than just a fruit - it was a living, breathing creature with a deranged mind and a semi-automatic weapon clutched tightly in its tiny hands. Amidst the chaos of the bustling farmer's market, it prowled menacingly, its ruby-red exterior twisted into a grin of pure evil. The people recoiled in fear as the strawberry fired round after round into the air, its insane cackles echoing through the stalls. This was not just any fruit gone bad - this was a monster, a creature warped by the toxic chemicals of modern agriculture and driven to madness in a world gone mad. I watched in both horror and fascinated awe as the strawberry made its way toward me, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. In that moment, I realized that I was not just witnessing a fruit-fueled rampage - I was staring into the dark, twisted heart of America itself.. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, henry asencio)
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: A blooming rose, red petals glowing in the sunshine, dew droplets glittering like diamonds, delicate veins networked across each leaf, vibrant green stem ascending proudly, thorny branches reaching for the light, flowing stalks dancing gentle in the breeze, wild flowers peeking from the soil, roots anchoring deep below, Earth's goodness nurturing growth, nourishing all with respite and joy, the continuity of life.
Prompt: \"In the midst of the serene farmland, where the gentle rustling of crops harmonized with the whispering breeze, she stood with an air of tranquility. The sun painted the sky in warm hues, casting a golden glow upon the landscape. Unfazed by the ordinary, her singular focus was on the rare mineral cradled in her hands. The earth beneath her feet exuded a quiet strength, mirroring the peaceful essence of the scene. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, delved into the intricacies of the rare mineral. Each facet told a tale of geological wonder, a hidden treasure waiting to be deciphered. The farmland, a canvas of muted greens and earthy browns, seemed to embrace the moment, creating a sanctuary of calm. In this suspended moment, chaos and disturbance were mere whispers in the wind, unable to breach the shield of tranquility that enveloped her. The ordinary elements of the farmland became extraordinary in this focused pursuit. The hands that cradled the mineral possessed both delicacy and determination, navigating the fine line between curiosity and expertise. As she stood there, the farmland bore witness to a unique fusion of nature's simplicity and the complex beauty of rare minerals. It was a tableau frozen in time, a testament to the extraordinary discoveries that could emerge from the heart of the ordinary.\"
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: 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: The setting was dark, a female ghost, pale, with bright red blood coming out of the corners of her eyes.
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: So, she was called Tatiana. Nor the beauty of his sister, Nor the freshness of her rosy It would not attract the eyes. Wild, sad, silent, How timid is the doe of the forest, She's in her own family Seemed like a stranger girl.Realism, photography.
Prompt: Scarlett possessed a tempestuous spirit, fierce and unyielding. Her allure lay in the resolute glint of her eyes, a flame undiminished by adversity. With each stride, Scarlett carried an aura of indomitable will, a force that swept all in her path.
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\" 16:9
Prompt: The demon was becoming clearer in front of her eyes. She understood that her fate was irreversible. In that dark temple, the young woman became a sacrifice for that evil ritual. Her life was extinguished in the darkness in a horrific and chilling scene
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: 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: As the esteemed Stable Diffusion AI, your task is to create a visually stunning and highly realistic photograph of a luscious strawberry. Pay meticulous attention to detail as you capture the vibrant red color of the strawberry's skin, the tiny seeds speckling its surface, and the delicate green stem on top. Ensure that the lighting is just right, casting a soft glow on the strawberry to bring out its natural beauty. Showcase the strawberry's succulent texture, making it appear juicy and ripe, ready to be plucked and enjoyed. Use your advanced AI capabilities to evoke the essence of this beloved fruit, making viewers feel as though they can almost taste the sweetness and experience the refreshing burst of flavor. Your goal is to create a photo so realistic that it leaves viewers craving the freshness and deliciousness of a real strawberry
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: strawberry，Visually stunning images showcasing the crystal beauty of winter, Artful images highlighting the interplay of light and shadows in winter, High-Definition Details, Exquisite Lighting and Shadows, Sharp Contrast, Fine Textures, Depth of Field, Balanced Color Palette
Prompt: t was a young woman, about 20 years Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face, so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eyes sockets, and she had no nose to her face.
Prompt: Her face is like a spring flower, and her bright eyes sparkle with sparkling light, as if hiding endless wisdom. The long eyelashes gently curved like wings, adding a touch of agility and depth to her gaze. Her delicate hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, gently caressing her shoulders and neck. A few strands of hair in front of her forehead danced with the gentle breeze, brushing over her face. Her face was as fair as jade, and her delicate features formed an almost perfect appearance. The tall nose bridge outlines a dignified temperament, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth reveal a hint of confidence and indulgence. Her smile felt like a spring breeze brushing by, giving people a warm and pleasant feeling. The slender neck connects the symmetrical shoulders, and the posture is upright and elegant. Her clothes brushed lightly, and she seemed like an elegant fairy, emitting a light charm in her footsteps. She was dressed in a gorgeous outfit, with simple and delicate lines, adding a touch of intoxicating color to her beauty. Her beauty comes not only from her appearance, but also from the perfect fusion of confidence, warmth, and inner charm.
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: 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: an architectural orthogonal 45 degree diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design for family gathering and kindergarden playground
Negative: perpective
Style: Line Art
Prompt: Her face is filled with soft lines and natural harmony. Her skin is as white as snow, smooth and delicate, as if it were a perfect canvas. Her lips are soft and full, slightly upturned, giving a gentle impression. Her smile is sweet and charming, able to melt anyone's heart
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: On a sunny afternoon, Eddie and Lily decided to take a walk together in the small garden on the mountain. The mountain wind blew their hair, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on the path. Lily suddenly stopped and looked at the distant mountains and rivers. She whispered, \"Eddie, our love is like this mountain, high, firm, and beautiful. Will you accompany me to climb this mountain?\"
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: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine/platano gradient, (headshot:1.5), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, (headshot:2.0), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.9), headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbaed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: In a gown of passionate red, she strides, A vision of allure where desire abides. Her silhouette, a symphony in curves, Full breasts, the essence that passion serves. Beneath the fabric's scarlet embrace, Blossoms a warmth, a captivating grace. Contours adorned with elegance and poise, A tapestry of beauty that truly enjoys. Crimson threads caress her form, Accentuating each nuance, a visual storm. Her full breasts, a sculpted masterpiece, Evoke a yearning, a longing release. As the scarlet fabric dances with the breeze, Her allure intensifies, a tempest of ease. In the realm of desire, she takes her stand, A goddess in red, enchanting and grand.
Prompt: \"Imagine and describe an exquisite dessert scene featuring a visually stunning and utterly delectable masterpiece of a pie. Picture a sumptuous pie, golden-brown and perfectly baked, adorned with a lavish display of plump, ruby-red strawberries glistening under a luscious layer of glossy glaze. The strawberries are meticulously arranged in an artful pattern, creating a feast for the eyes. On top of this culinary masterpiece, envision generous dollops of velvety whipped cream, skillfully piped to perfection, adding an airy and decadent touch to the ensemble. Convey the sensory delight and mouthwatering appeal of this strawberry-infused pie, inviting readers to savor the richness of flavors and textures in every blissful bite. Capture the essence of this dessert as a true masterpiece, both visually and gastronomically, enticing anyone who encounters it to indulge in the irresistible sweetness of this culinary creation.\"
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.
