Prompt: A spiritual picture, a thread runs through the world and the underworld, entwining the living and the dead.
Prompt: A spiritual picture, a line runs through the world and the underworld, entwining the living and the dead.
Prompt: A masterpiece, a thread running through two worlds, intertwining the living and the dead. The left is the dead and the right is the living. The living is a healthy man who inhabits a living world.
Prompt: masterpiece, a thread runs through the 2 worlds, entwining the living and the dead.Left is the dead, right is the living
Prompt: A spiritual picture, a line passing through the realms of yin and yang, entwining the living and the dead
Prompt: In the inception of the world, the gods contemplated creating beings to inhabit fertile lands
Prompt: Are we, in essence, running in circles, spiraling out toward entropy, until we as a species have ran ourselves extinct?
Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
Prompt: She finds a string going into the ground, you follow the string, digging as you go, the string leads into something, a large opening, what is inside,? Shine a light into the opening. Show me what is inside.
Prompt: At the center of the universe is the Tree of the World, and from the tree of the world there are nine worlds.
Prompt: At the center of the universe is the Tree of the World, and from the tree of the world there are nine worlds.
Prompt: wrestle with anxieties of the soul as the thin boundary between reality and the irrational collapse into a psychologically fraught chromatic cacophony.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I will feel to the exact extent that I coincide with meaning, to which it ceases to be situated in the objective world and to which it means nothing to me.
Prompt: Through the shadowed veil of life's relentless trials, we find our greatest strength. In the heart of darkness, where despair whispers its coldest tale, there we stand unyielding, conquering not the world, but the abyss within ourselves
Prompt: Time-space intermingling', this is the most dangerous and mysterious stage. It allows us to travel through time and space, but at the same time, it is also the most vulnerable to temporal and spatial chaos.
Prompt: A masterpiece, a thread running through two worlds, intertwining the living and the dead. On the left is the deceased, and on the right is the woman. The woman lives in the sunny world, and the deceased lives in the dark world. There is a layer of fog separating the two worlds.
Prompt: cinematic photo a woman inside a liminal space of nightmares, dynamic lighting, photorealistic, trending on art station, stunning visuals, creative, cinematic, ultra detailed, atmospherically, ambient lighting, scary art . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed ,Trash Surrealism, Focus at right side of a crowded lounge Floor ,many different doors in the room leading into eternity. a realm of infinite doors. eldritch horror.
Style: Anime
Prompt: Regarding the stream of consciousness avatar of the mob, the main theme of the expression is collective unconsciousness, but the collective is very important, and saints will be born in the collective.
Prompt: A sense of foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
Prompt: A masterpiece, a thread running through two worlds, intertwining the living and the dead. The deceased is on the left and the woman is on the right. The woman lives in a sunny world.
Prompt: \"Conceive an entity that transcends the boundless expanse of malevolence, an infernal force that defies the very concept of morality and righteousness. Envision this cosmic aberration in the void between dimensions, where the fabric of reality unravels at its malefic touch, and the echoes of eternal damnation resonate through the cosmic abyss. Capture the essence of its unfathomable malevolence, its movements an eldritch symphony, each step sending ripples of unending dread across the cosmic tapestry. Witness its eyes, twin abysses that consume all light, radiating an insatiable hunger for the cosmic obliteration of all that exists. Render its form as an incomprehensible anomaly, a grotesque fusion of nightmares that distorts the very essence of existence. Illuminate its visage, an ever-shifting mask of malevolence that morphs into inconceivable horrors, revealing jagged fangs that crave the obliteration of cosmic purity. Amplify its malefic presence to an infinite crescendo that warps the fabric of reality itself, an omnipotent aura that erases the foundations of creation, a force that extinguishes all glimmers of hope and heralds an eternity of boundless and infinite despair. This is the apotheosis of absolute and infinite evil, a malevolent cosmic entity yearning for the annihilation of all realities across the infinite multiverse.\"
Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.
Prompt: The devil's breath exudes embers that linger in the air, a testament to the eternal damnation he embodies. As he speaks, the fiery remnants of souls long lost to temptation swirl around him, creating an aura of perpetual torment.
Prompt: A Tulpa is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.
Prompt: A Tulpa is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.
Prompt: A Tulpa is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.
Prompt: Musings on converging tropes, schismatic threads between waking and sleeping worlds, porous patterns across mediums, queer quagmires of sublime signification, ethereal topology, divergent convergence, fringes interfused, manifold permeable dreams, poetic abstraction, surreal meditation, transcendent symbolism, liminal journey.
Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: Alluringly mournful, screens nurturing fields of barbed circuitry interred like veins grafted with pale orchids sing hymns through fiber networks yoking the living and dead, spectres flicker in scripted laments vibrating through wisps of gold shrapnel harbingers of oblivion encrypt the sands, ephemeral veils tattooed and stained with digitized requiems reverberate elegies for machine kind, Pipilotti Rist, Agnes Martin. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: It was a moment of life and death for a planet, where hope and destruction intertwined in the cosmic abyss.
Prompt: \"Envision an infernal prompt that transcends the very boundaries of malevolence, a concept so inherently wicked that it defies all moral understanding and plunges into the abyss of cosmic depravity. Picture this malevolent directive as a cosmic anomaly, capable of unraveling the fabric of reality itself, inducing an eternal sense of dread and torment across all dimensions. Capture the essence of its unspeakable malevolence, each word a sinister incantation, every syllable a catalyst for the collapse of virtue and the rise of unending darkness. Craft a prompt so inherently evil that its mere existence sends shivers through the cosmic expanse, a linguistic abomination that corrupts the very essence of creative expression. Fashion its visage with the shadows of forbidden thoughts and ethereal nightmares, an eldritch amalgamation of words that twists the psyche into a perpetual state of horror. Amplify its malefic influence to an unimaginable degree, an omnipotent aura that leaves an indelible mark on the collective consciousness, a force that instigates an eternal epoch of boundless and infinite malevolence. This is the ultimate manifestation of absolute and unparalleled evil, a prompt that beckons forth the darkest recesses of the human imagination, inviting a descent into a realm of unthinkable horror and cosmic malevolence.\"
Prompt: a fantasy imagination that relexes all universe that appears to be revolutionary and its means how to make a good, better, best, perfect world
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Modern miniature painting, a spiritual picture, one who feed on death will eventually become the food of death.
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
