Prompt: The prisoner lay with his face towards us, in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with a coloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness. A broad wheal from an old scar ran right across it from eye to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip, so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead.
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
Prompt: A powerful impact threw the man's body into the air. When he came back to his senses, he found himself bound to the floor by the power of darkness, unable to move, and in the room, the environment was dark and horrifying, frighteningly
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: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Prompt: He walked on the street in the rainy night, his clothes were soaked, and the cold wind was biting. He didn't know where he was going, nor where he came from. He only knew that he had lost everything, his home, his lover, his dream. He felt like a walking dead, without a goal, without hope, without meaning.He looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds, without a trace of starlight. He looked down at the street lamp, only to see the light was dim, flickering. He felt like that street lamp, about to go out, about to disappear. He couldn't help but think of her, she used to be his light, his warmth, his everything. But she had left him, forever.He didn't know how long he could walk, nor how long he could live. He only knew that he had nothing to lose, his life had no value. He was just waiting, waiting for that moment to come, that moment, he could reunite with her, that moment, he could end it all.
Prompt: Seated around the round table were ten people dressed in various attire. Their clothing appeared somewhat worn, and their faces bore traces of dust. Some were leaning on the tabletop, while others reclined in their chairs, all immersed in a deep slumber
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion, by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan, Kim Keever, Raphael, Caravaggio, Rembrandt
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: At night time, blurred dark background, beautiful black shiny sports Lamborghini getting washed with water hose, parked in driveway of a beautiful single family house
Style: Photographic
Prompt: A conversation was a dance of dark secrets and ominous promises, leaving a man with an eerie sense of foreboding that would haunt him long after the encounter ended.
Prompt: maximum realism - emerald tree absolute beauty luxury class.HD, 3D photorealism wow magically made with love
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (jarek kubicki, santiago caruso, richard corben)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, botero, naoto hattor, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, botero, naoto hattori, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: Masterpiece, best quality, (very detailed CG unified 8k wallpaper), (best quality), (best illustration), (best shadow), glowing sprites, with glowing Chinese dragons, drinking water in swimming pools, natural elements in forest themes. Mysterious forest, beautiful forest, nature, surrounded by flowers, exquisite leaves and branches surrounded by fireflies (natural elements), (jungle theme), (leaves), (branches), (fireflies), (particle effects) and other 3D, octane rendering, ray tracing, ultra detailed
Prompt: Logotype lion dance, combining market elements, black and white logo, illustration style, simplicity and modernity, minimalist lines
Prompt: The gentleman embraced the horizon with his elbows, his gaze stitching buttons to the clouds, wearing a hat made of sunset whispers and a coat woven with the laughter of ancient typewriters.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune, the notes hanging in the air like memories refusing to fade. The old man took a slow sip, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the clock above the bar — its ticking echoed in the quiet of the room. A woman entered, the doorbell chiming softly. She had the look of someone who had seen her share of storms but had weathered them all. The old man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, time stood still. She approached the bar, the worn wooden stools creaking under her weight. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring her a drink without a word. She took the glass in her hands, the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. \"Long time,\" she said, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. The old man nodded, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history. They spoke in fragments, words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. The jukebox changed its tune, the music now a slow dance of shadows on the walls. Outside, the rain began to fall, a soft patter on the windowpane. The old man and the woman sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the storm. The whiskey warmed them, and the room held the secrets of a thousand stories. As the night deepened, they paid their tabs and rose from their stools. The doorbell chimed again as they stepped into the wet streets. The rain soaked through their clothes, but they walked together, side by side, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the fading notes of the jukebox behind them. In the quiet of the night, they disappeared into the mist, two figures in the vastness of the city, carrying the weight of their shared history into the darkness.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune,
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic.
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (headshot, hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: A worker in england in the 1850s at the beginning of the industrial revolution, he looks dirty and poor
Prompt: The young men become the nightmare of the town, and darkness spreads through the town as the residents feel uneasy and stressed. And in this darkness, the young people of the town are gradually seduced by the darkness, and one by one they fall into depravity.
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: As I ventured into the desolate, abandoned factory, a chilling apparition materialized, its mask a featureless, expressionless visage, devoid of humanity, offering no hint of the unspeakable horrors it concealed in its soulless existence
Prompt: As I delved further into the forgotten catacombs, a nightmarish presence materialized, its face concealed by a mask of twisted porcelain, and behind it, an abyss of malevolence beckoning with a sinister allure
Prompt: As I delved further into the forgotten catacombs, a nightmarish presence materialized, its face concealed by a mask of twisted porcelain, and behind it, an abyss of malevolence beckoning with a sinister allure
Prompt: The darkness consumes him, but his yawn reveals his vulnerability. As he looks around, he notices a figure lurking in the shadows, mirroring his every move. What sinister intentions do they have?
Prompt: As I ventured further into the forgotten mansion, a haunting figure materialized, its mask an unfeeling, metallic surface that mirrored the abyss of its soul, hinting at the horrors that dwelled behind its emotionless facade
Prompt: The cheeky wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, dark fantasy, conceptual art)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: As I ventured deeper into the abandoned asylum, a ghastly figure emerged from the darkness, its eyes obscured by a blood-stained mask, and a grotesque grin etched beneath it, promising horrors beyond imagination
Prompt: Outside the window, an old man in a black tunic, his face covered with corpse spots stood there stiffly, a pair of gray, dead eyes without a trace of divine light looking toward the classroom, such as an ice-cold corpse standing straight up there.
Prompt: Draw an initial picture of a father who earns 100,000 yuan a month and sends his children to school.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: As I descended deeper into the cryptic catacombs, an eerie presence manifested, its mask an emotionless, pale facade, like a void that sucked the warmth from the air, foreshadowing the relentless dread lurking beneath its lifeless visage
Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.
Negative: nudity
