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 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. New national style illustrations, rock color panel paintings, rich lacquer paintings, cloisonne, abstract art, oriental mythology
Prompt: a space engineer character, wearing a spacesuit and a backpack, thrilled to discover an ancient relic in a wrecked starship, hands on face, comic book style, by Moebius, Mass Effect, HD, vivid, sci-fi, amazing
Prompt: Rabbits are fat, with a round body, short and thick ears, and flexible limbs. He has big eyes, a small bunny freckle on his nose, and always has a mouth-watering smile.
Prompt: One sunny morning, there was a rabbit carrying a small backpack full of carrots. It is very sad when it is lovelorn, with tears streaming from the corners of its eyes
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: The White Rabbit appears looking for the gloves and fan. Mistaking Alice for his maidservant, he orders her to go into his house and retrieve them. Alice finds another bottle and drinks from it, which causes her to grow to such an extent that she gets stuck in the house. Attempting to extract her, The White Rabbit and his neighbors eventually take to hurling pebbles that turn into small cakes. Alice eats one and shrinks herself, allowing her to flee into the forest.
Prompt: Strolling along the snowy path, I eagerly embarked on the journey back home. Despite the biting cold wind, the inner yearning overshadowed the chill. It was a season filled with magic, where the winter's chill couldn't dampen people's longing for home. On the way home, I noticed a dazzling starry sky. The myriad stars in the sky twinkled, as if narrating the warmth of home. This particular star seemed to possess a kind of magic, guiding lost souls to find the way back home. As I approached my hometown, the brilliance of the stars intensified. I couldn't help but stop and gaze, overwhelmed with emotions. This star became the guiding light for my journey back home, illuminating the path ahead. Finally, I stepped onto the familiar soil of my hometown. Family members were already waiting at the doorstep, their smiles resembling the warmth of a winter sun, thawing my cold heart. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival permeated the air, and the tantalizing aroma of the meticulously prepared New Year's Eve dinner wafted through the surroundings. However, what moved me the most was not just the warmth of my family but the revelation behind the guiding star. As I shared the magical tale of the star with my family, they disclosed an unexpected secret. The star was a collectively lit \"Homecoming Star.\" To help me find my way back home, they released a dream into the night sky every evening.
Prompt: Stephen Hawking sitting in his wheelchair in the middle of an orgy with dwarfs, hyperrealistic style
Prompt: In ancient Europe, on the Christmas night, snow was falling gently, and the snowflakes fluttered down onto the streets. Illuminated by street lamps, they appeared exquisite and enchanting. It gave a surreal feeling, as if one were transported to a magical world.
Prompt: One day, the little fox woke up and found that everything in the forest had become extremely quiet. There were no birds singing, no squirrels in the crowd, not even the twitching of the feathers. The little fox felt very strange, so he decided to explore what happened.
Prompt: One day, the little fox woke up and found that everything in the forest had become extremely quiet. There were no birds singing, no squirrels in the crowd, not even the twitching of the feathers. The little fox felt very strange, so he decided to explore what happened.
Prompt: A montage of intimate moments: laughter in the park, hands brushing, stolen glances over candlelit dinners, and nights spent stargazing.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: He left the city where the hare was running, on which the shadow of the eagle fell, and went wherever his eyes looked.
Prompt: Once Upon a Time in a magical forest far away, there lived a little bunny named Benny. Benny was a playful bunny who loved to run and jump around with all his Forest Friends.
Prompt: Once Upon a Time in a magical forest far away, there lived a little bunny named Benny. Benny was a playful bunny who loved to run and jump around with all his Forest Friends.
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: 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: In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
Prompt: In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
Negative: wrong wing size,wrong wing position,blood dripping from the heart
Prompt: In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.
Prompt: In this winter's check-in season, I discovered an extraordinary miracle in the midst of simplicity. Strolling along the snowy path, I eagerly embarked on the journey back home. Despite the biting cold wind, the inner yearning overshadowed the chill. It was a season filled with magic, where the winter's chill couldn't dampen people's longing for home. On the way home, I noticed a dazzling starry sky. The myriad stars in the sky twinkled, as if narrating the warmth of home. This particular star seemed to possess a kind of magic, guiding lost souls to find the way back home. As I approached my hometown, the brilliance of the stars intensified. I couldn't help but stop and gaze, overwhelmed with emotions. This star became the guiding light for my journey back home, illuminating the path ahead. Finally, I stepped onto the familiar soil of my hometown. Family members were already waiting at the doorstep, their smiles resembling the warmth of a winter sun, thawing my cold heart. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival permeated the air, and the tantalizing aroma of the meticulously prepared New Year's Eve dinner wafted through the surroundings. However, what moved me the most was not just the warmth of my family but the revelation behind the guiding star. As I shared the magical tale of the star with my family, they disclosed an unexpected secret. The star was a collectively lit \"Homecoming Star.\" To help me find my way back home, they released a dream into the night sky every evening. In this winter's check-in season, I personally experienced the greatness within the ordinary. The \"Homecoming Star\" became the coziest check-in spot in my heart, not only brightening the night sky but also illuminating the journey back home. Under this radiant starry sky, I learned gratitude and appreciation. This profound sense of touch will accompany me through a warm Spring Festival, becoming the most beautiful chapter in my homecoming story.
Prompt: 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: Bright moonlight before my bed, I suppose it is frost on the ground, I raise my head to view the bright moon, then lower it, thinking of my home village
Prompt: Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: One snowy evening, as Christmas drew near, Santa decided to embark on a special adventure. He had heard tales of a little girl named Lily who lived in a faraway village. Lily, unlike other children, had never experienced the joy of Christmas. Her family had fallen on hard times, and the spirit of the season seemed to elude them.
Prompt: One snowy evening, as Christmas drew near, Santa decided to embark on a special adventure. He had heard tales of a little girl named Lily who lived in a faraway village. Lily, unlike other children, had never experienced the joy of Christmas. Her family had fallen on hard times, and the spirit of the season seemed to elude them.
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
