Prompt: And if time, scattered by the wind, Rakes them all into one unnecessary lump... Say this... that the grove is golden She answered with sweet language.
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
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: The golden cloud spent the night On the chest of a giant rock; In the morning she rushed off early, Playing merrily across the azure
Prompt: young woman, Autumn's brushstrokes, vibrant and bold,Leaves of gold, crimson, and emerald unfold.Whispering secrets as they dance in the breeze,Nature's confetti, falling from the trees.A symphony of colors, a fleeting display,Leaves, like memories, gently fade away.
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: Autumn's brushstrokes, vibrant and bold,Leaves of gold, crimson, and emerald unfold.Whispering secrets as they dance in the breeze,Nature's confetti, falling from the trees.A symphony of colors, a fleeting display,Leaves, like memories, gently fade away.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
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: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: 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: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious. seed:4230352618
Prompt: In the shadowed hollow of sculpted brows, molten pools of amber swirl, flecked with threads of gold like sunlight woven through autumn leaves. Each iris, a perfect oval, pulses with the fire of an internal forge, rimmed with a ring of deepest umber that shades into a molten, honeyed glow at the pupil's edge. Deep within, secrets dance in mirrored flames, the embers of laughter and the smoldering embers of sorrow held in perfect balance, reflecting the soul's unfathomable depths. These are eyes that have seen both the sunrise and the storm, eyes that hold the promise of untold stories, woven in threads of liquid gold and embers of mystery.
Negative: ugly, plain
Style: Photographic
Prompt: A loving mother busied herself with needlework On clothes for a son who was going away; On the eve of his departure she sewed thread after thread, Worrying that his return would be delayed and late. How could the love of grass only inches tall Ever reciprocate spring after spring of sunshine day after day?
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: Fine calic ivory and platinum bone lace swathed her gleaming cranium, honed sutures slicing moon-slit stares across the rabble below as their pleas and havoc bounced sterile off her sensoria.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: /I The king in yellow, a beautiful man with feminine features, long white hair, a sword in his hand, --relax --niji --ar 9:16
Prompt: Frigga is beautiful and generous, and her temperament is extraordinary, and her noble temperament is enough to make any thinking life submit to her feet.
Prompt: Autumn, the leaves are colorful, a leaf like a butterfly, to the earth weaving a golden carpet, so that the earth Gong put on a warm clothes. Autumn cool has just landed here, the heat is still hidden in the hospitality of the family. Back home on the way to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
Prompt: The sky was still warm, and in the woods, a gust of wind blew through the ginkgo biloba, a flock of crows flew, and the air was cold
Prompt: When her cherished son, Baader, succumbed to nightmares, Frigga beseeched the Nine Realms' denizens to swear against harming him
Prompt: Loki tricked Eden from the gods' realm, but when Thiazi transformed into an eagle and snatched Eden again, the gods realized the impending catastrophe of aging
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: At Lukomorye, the oak is green; The Golden chain on the oak is: Day and night, the scientist cat walks all around the chain; Goes to the right - starts a song, To the left - tells a fairy tale. There are miracles there: there's a goblin wandering around, A mermaid sitting on the branches;
Prompt: At Lukomorye, the oak is green; The Golden chain on the oak is: Day and night, the scientist cat walks all around the chain; Goes to the right - starts a song, To the left - tells a fairy tale. There are miracles there: there's a goblin wandering around, A mermaid sitting on the branches;
Prompt: At Lukomorye, the oak is green; The Golden chain on the oak is: Day and night, the scientist cat walks all around the chain; Goes to the right - starts a song, To the left - tells a fairy tale. There are miracles there: there's a goblin wandering around, A mermaid sitting on the branches;
Prompt: At Lukomorye, the oak is green; The Golden chain on the oak is: Day and night, the scientist cat walks all around the chain; Goes to the right - starts a song, To the left - tells a fairy tale. There are miracles there: there's a goblin wandering around, A mermaid sitting on the branches;
Prompt: At Lukomorye, the oak is green; The Golden chain on the oak is: Day and night, the scientist cat walks all around the chain; Goes to the right - starts a song, To the left - tells a fairy tale. There are miracles there: there's a goblin wandering around, A mermaid sitting on the branches;
Prompt: A small, brave dog named Dodo in a serene village setting. Dodo looks curious and adventurous, surrounded by quaint village houses and a peaceful rural landscape.
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: When her cherished son, Baader, succumbed to nightmares, Frigga beseeched the Nine Realms' denizens to swear against harming him.
Prompt: In the small, desolate town of Raven's Hollow, where the wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, lived a woman named Emily Turner. Tall and slender, with ebony hair cascading down her shoulders like a shroud, Emily had an unsettling beauty that drew people in, yet left them uneasy. Her eyes, an intense shade of obsidian, seemed to hold a darkness that transcended the ordinary. They were windows into a world where nightmares took form, and those who dared to peer into them felt a chill crawl down their spines. Emily's presence, while magnetic, cast a shadow over the town, leaving a residue of unease that lingered long after she passed. No one knew much about Emily's past. She had arrived in Raven's Hollow like a specter, settling into a decrepit Victorian house at the outskirts of town. Locals whispered about strange occurrences in her vicinity — flickering streetlights, the haunting wail of an unseen cat, and the occasional sighting of shadows that moved with a life of their own. Rumors claimed Emily had a collection of antique dolls that lined the shelves of her home. Each doll, with porcelain skin and soulless eyes, seemed to watch anyone who dared to enter. Some said the dolls whispered to Emily in the dead of night, sharing secrets only the darkness could hold. The town's children, warned by their superstitious parents, dared each other to approach her house, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tiptoed past the wrought-iron gate. Emily's attire added to the mystique that surrounded her. She wore long, flowing dresses that seemed to dance with an otherworldly energy as she moved. Black lace adorned her attire, and a silver locket, rumored to contain a lock of her own hair, hung from her neck. Locals spoke of a haunting melody that accompanied her wherever she went, a mournful tune that echoed through the empty streets when the moon hung low in the sky. As the seasons changed, Emily remained an enigma, her presence casting a perpetual gloom over Raven's Hollow. Some whispered that she was a witch, while others believed she was a vessel for the spirits that wandered the town's forgotten corners. Regardless of the rumors, one thing was certain — Emily Turner was a figure of both fascination and fear, a dark specter in a town cloaked in shadows.
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: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: bark, deep furrows etched by centuries of wind and rain, knobby branches twisting like ancient arms Stretching towards the heavens like outstretched fingertips, some bare and twisted, others adorned with emerald leaves catching the sunlight
